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Opening her eyes and finding herself alone, Amelia couldn't help but be struck by a bitter as hell feeling: she had been used, or so she told herself.
As she tried to get up, she felt a hard pressure on her hips.
A cheeky grin strolled across her face.
Memories exploded in her.
The sensations could almost be experienced once again.
Maximilian's masculine moans let themselves be heard through the passages of her mind.
She finished getting up, looking at herself in the mirror horrified her, but at the same time, filled her with a stinging sensation. His mark was on her, all over her body.
She wrapped the sheet around her skin, then went to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth, wanting to ignore the rain of screams that grew in her head, but she knew they would not stop, she had slept with him, she had let him take her in every way, her mind would never shut up, it told her she was a slut for having enjoyed him so much.