Chapter 112: Happy birthday, Slut.”

Katarina – POV

I woke up sore.

The good kind of sore—the thighs-aching, lips-swollen, brain-humming kind. I could still feel last night in my bones. In the bruises on my hips. In the dried sweat sticking to my lower back.

Vittorio was half-sprawled on his stomach beside me, his tattooed arm fl...

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