No Strings Attached The Promise Chapter 22
Later that evening, I sit on the kitchen counter, holding an ice pack wrapped in a towel against my throbbing balls. The pain is nauseating, and I'm questioning my decision in allowing this to happen. Liam sips his wine beside me on a stool, reading through some statements and rolls his eyes as I whimper."You're such a baby...""I'm sorry, but do you want me to strike you across the nuts so we can see how you react?" I snap.Liam's face flashes with malice as he glares at me."Why are you...
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