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His hand slides up the oversized shirt I’m wearing.

Then pauses.

He frowns.

“This isn’t mine.”

My breath stills.

Fuck.

His eyes flick up to mine, unreadable. “Where’d you get this?”

I keep my face neutral. “I don’t remember.”

I do.

It’s Russell’s.

But I’m not stupid enough to say that.

Angelo’s gaze sharpens.

His hands grip the collar, tight.

And then he tears it. A sharp rip, loud in the quiet room.

The fabric rips, jagged and brutal—like he’s skinning my past off me piece by piece.

I yelp, breath caught in my throat. “You’re insane.”

But I don’t move away.

Because I don’t want to.

He presses a kiss to my neck, then lower, his voice molten against my skin.

“Don’t lie to me again.”

His mouth finds the swell of my breast, still caged in my bra, and I gasp softly as his tongue flicks over the edge of the cup.

“Because that’s how you end up punished.”

I snort, trying to catch my breath. “Punished?Really,Angelo?”

He pulls back just enough to look at me. And his expression turns wicked.

“Don’t think I won’t fuck you until you apologize for lying.”

My breath stutters.

“Your penance?” he says, voice low and lethal. “You don’t get to come.”

Heat licks down my spine.

I should argue. I should roll my eyes and call him dramatic.

But instead—

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