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19. Don't Fucking Test Me, Avery
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Avery’s POV
"Of course, by 'terms' I meant terms of punishment, because your slave here disrespected me," Andrew's voice dripped with condescension, each word carefully crafted to twist the knife deeper. I stood there, gaping at him in stunned silence. He had been openly extorting me for a kiss, leveraging the threat of punishment which I feared—deeply and viscerally. Against every instinct screaming inside me, I had been moments away from capitulating, only to find myself now falsely accused of a defiance I hadn't even dared to voice. Liam's gaze, icy and penetrating, shifted onto me, and I felt a shiver of dread ripple through me. "Disrespected you how?" he demanded, his tone sharp as flint. "She told me to go to hell," Andrew replied with a casual ease that belied the gravity of his accusation. As he spoke, he sent me a quick wink, a secret little signal that went unnoticed by Liam, who was too absorbed in his scrutiny of me.Related chapters
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