Twin Alphas' abused mate
When I manage to escape the strong arms caging me, I make my way over to her and she hands me a black one piece swimsuit.
“If you don’t like it, I can pick up something else for you.” She calls from the other side of the screen. It couldn’t be more perfect. The stretchy, black fabric clings and fits like a second skin. The gathered, wrap over style top section makes my chest look full and high. There is a short skirt attached at the waist, which hangs to the middle of my thighs, covering the worst of my scars. The back is open and I’m aware of how much skin, how many scars, are on show, but honestly, I’m too excited to get in the water to care.
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