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Chapter 20 | Mature

Anya

I was naked, at least, it felt like I was. The outfit they handed me couldn’t possibly be called clothing. It was an arrangement of black leather straps, crisscrossing my body in precise, humiliating patterns, designed to highlight everything that should have remained hidden. 

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Gulabi_stories

I write bold, spicy, and unapologetic romance stories. You will find slow burning desire, dominent men and heroines who tame them.