Chapter 71 — Holy Mother Of Jesus

Claire

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I paced angrily in my room, seething with frustration. He was hugging her, intimately, within the confines of his study.

The audacity of their closeness on our supposed first day as a couple fueled the flames of annoyance within me.

I could still feel a light sting between my thighs. My clit was swollen from being hit five times and it was worse than getting kicked in the balls.

A gentle yet firm knock echoed through the room, prompting me to turn towards the door and freeze. There he was—I could sense it without a doubt. It had to be Vincenzo.

"Claire..." his voice reached me from outside the door.

In response, I stomped over to the bed, frustration bubbling within me, and sat down. Pulling my legs to my chest, I remained silent as his plea continued.

"Claire, open the door."

Despite his words, I chose not to respond. Instead, I sat on the bed, fixating my gaze on the sheets, unwilling to let him see the conflict and emotions swirling within me.

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