The shower, it turns out, was a wonderful idea. I stay under the hot stream forever. Our hot water hasn’t run out ever, even with three of us in the house—and I take baths several times a week—but it does today.
Then I have to drag myself out, and into a reality I don’t want to face. A reality where Rhys is gone, unreachable, in danger.
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She hacked the wrong rich pricks. Now she’s about to get fucked by the worst one. Camden Hunt doesn’t just destroy his problems. He ruins them. Breaks them. Owns them. Morgan thought she was clever. One click too many and the devil himself has her on her knees—humiliated, dripping, begging for more while he ruins every last piece of her. He’ll use her. Share her. Break her again and again until the only name she knows is his. And she’ll thank him for it. Filthy. Obsessive. Unapologetically dark. This ain’t your soft little romance. This is pure corruption. Click if you can handle getting wrecked. 💦
He f*cks like he hates her. And he really, really hates her. Rogue Royal - the cold, ruthless king of Royal Crown Academy - has one rule: survive senior year and claim his fortune. Then Bellamy crashes into his world with her smart mouth and tempting body. Now he can't stop thinking about pinning her against the wall, choking her pretty throat, and pounding into her until she screams his name and begs for mercy she'll never get. He'll bully her. He'll degrade her. He'll ruin her tight little body night after night until she's dripping, broken, and completely addicted to his cruel touch. She hates him. He owns her. Welcome to the academy, baby. The king is ready to play. 🔞🔞🔞🔞
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