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“Yes,” he breathed, the word slipping out as a promise and a plea.

She moved forward, her hips swaying in a rhythm that seemed to summon the pulse of the room itself. Jace’s hands—still bound—trembled as he reached for the edge of the couch, feeling the softness of the leather under his fingertips. Miss Donnerbusen slid down, her back grazing the couch’s surface, and turned to face him. The chain that hung from her cuffs now draped across her chest, its weight a constant reminder of the restraint she’d chosen. Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-

Jace’s voice was hoarse, barely a whisper, “Everything.” “Yes,” he breathed, the word slipping out as

She smiled, a fierce, unapologetic grin that lit her eyes. “Then we start now.” ” he breathed