The aftermath of the Glass Conservatory incident clung to Aneesha like a second, heavy skin.
It was past 9:00 PM. The rain outside had settled into a soft, steady, freezing mist that clung to the high, arched glass windows of the grand fortress. The Scottish wind moaned against the ancient stone turrets, a lonely, mournful sound that echoed the deep unrest in Aneesha’s soul.
One taste of forbidden desire… and you’ll crave the sin again. 😈🔥💋
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"Take it off, doll. I want to see those breasts shivering for me on camera... NOW." Her breathing hitches as his dark, gravelly voice commands her through the phone. I messaged him for money... He tracked me for his possession." She thought she was smart. Ek fake account, aneerox, and a few anonymous pictures of her heavy curves to lure the cold billionaire. But Aman Raichand doesn’t do "casual." What started as sexting turned into a real-life nightmare. A masked night, a brutal brand on her skin, and a seed planted in her womb. "I bought you, Amyra. Every inch of this chubby body is my property. And I don't share my toys." Mature content story ...+ Lovestory
Student × Professor WARNING ! Mature content.
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