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Chapter 97

After an hour of thrusting, kissing, and touching, Frank collapsed in Nera's arms. He was all sweaty and breathing heavily. He had missed Nera a lot, and the wait was worth it.

He turned, looking at her tired, sweaty body. He did not like that he was taking her body against her will. It was wrong from all angles. He wanted her to fully give herself to him, to scream his name, not to stop, and have a long, full conversation as they regained their strength with the raise of the sun beaming at them, through the window.

That was his dream, going inside her after the old man was nothing but a sick feeling now that he had feelings for her. And he could only hope that soon that would change.

He kissed her forehead and got up. Any second the drug would wear out and she would open her eyes. And being sober-minded she wouldn't like the scene in front of her.

He picked up his towel and went to his room, not forgetting to lock his room in case the old fool went on a rampage. He could only imagine
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