Chapter 37 .
Mark Pov.
The pain in my hand was a steady, dull throb. I looked at my knuckles—the skin was split, swollen, an ugly purple and red. I’d done that last night. After she’d slapped me. After she’d told me to forget.
Forget her taste. Forget the way her body yielded to mine, even when she fought. For...
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