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CHAPTER 40: Clothes In The Shower

Author: Marcelinee
last update publish date: 2026-07-17 20:59:03

The hard stone floor rushed up to meet me, but the impact never came.

Cullen moved with terrifying speed. His strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist, catching my weight before my knees even grazed the polished marble of the lobby. He hauled me flush against his broad chest, his grip incredibly firm, grounding me instantly.

My breath came in short, jagged gasps. The fierce, untouchable energy that had kept my spine straight during the auction simply evaporated. In its place, a hollow, tremb
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