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2024-10-29 19:42:56Theo's arms slowly slipped behind Rose's body, searching for the bra clasp that was nowhere to be found-only the lacy part that felt rough against the mesh fabric.
"Why isn't there a clasp?" Such a ridiculous question made Rose barely contain herself. Theo was still trying to find the impossible by hugging Rose's body that was chained to both wrists and legs. "Her bra clasp is missing. That means she won't let you touch me. Remember that contract, Theo!" "I can't help myself anymore. It's been too long, Sugar. You're serving your sentence anyway." Theo pulled away. Returned to crushing Rose's flushed lips, occasionally biting down hard. "Where's the hook?" A deep frown took place on the forehead line. Theo shifted the position of his hands to the front, beginning to find the opening to the missed meal.Related chapters
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"You've already done it once. That means you can. Just do it. Don't worry. I'll smile, once you whip me." It was a tough decision. Rose wanted to feel free. But not by hurting others. She was stuck in a big dilemma. Going forward and backward seemed to make no difference. It was too bad if she had to keep one or the other. Should she hurt the father of the unborn child? "It's not very difficult for you to make up your mind, Rose." Rose's brown eyes closed tightly. Leaving and staying would not have been a difficult choice, if only Theo had allowed her to walk away for free, without involving violent scenes that harmed both parties. "I'll count to three. Do it before I change my mind, Rose. Or do you want to be my slave for the rest of your life?" "One." "Rose." Theo's warning was cold. Rose had no choice but to raise her arms up, then whip the tip of the whip to leave a r
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