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    Amanda’s expression turned cial. “Do you want me?”


    “Yes.” A sardonic smile yed across Rnd’s lips. “Why wouldn’t I?” It would be foolish to refuse such an offer.


    Amanda’s stomach knotted with anticipation. “Do you understand what I’m suggesting?”


    She feared that, despite his age, Rnd might be naive about intimacy. Little did she know, men were natural schrs in this particr subject. Rnd understood perfectly well what would follow. His bloodied fingers traced her lips. “I’m not quite sure. Perhaps you should show me.”


    Amanda held his gaze, the steam-filled bathroom growing impossibly hotter, each breath morebored than thest.


    Color bloomed across her cheeks as her hand found his waist. Rnd’s skin burned like fire beneath her touch, his body thrumming with barely contained energy. “Rnd, will you let me stay?”


    “That depends on my mood.”


    Amanda surrendered herself to the moment, eyes falling shut. Whether Rnd’s words held promise or not ceased to matter. For now, she yearned only to lose herself in physical pleasure with him, allowing her overwrought mind a moment’s peace.


    She drew him closer, guiding his head down to meet her lips. What followed was a surge of unrestrained passion. Rnd lifted her effortlessly, pressing her against the cool tile wall.


    Suspended above the floor, Amanda trembled with conflicting sensations of heat and chill. Fear of falling made her cling tightly to his neck.


    Rnd’s fervor was relentless, drawing startled gasps from her lips. “Gentle! Please, more gentle!”


    But Rnd paid no heed to her pleas, knowing well that in moments of passion, words often masked deeper desires.


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    The more she begged for gentleness, the more her body spoke otherwise.


    When they finally parted, Amanda stumbled out, gulping in fresh air. She had checked the time before entering, and now, checking again, she was stunned to find that two hours had passed.


    Being with a younger man had exceeded all her expectations. Youth, vigor, remarkable endurance…


    Dawn crept through the windows as Amanda stirred in Rnd’s bed. The silk sheets draped loosely around her waist, and in that delicate space between dreams and wakefulness, memories of her father’s arrest flooded back—police lights painting the night in harsh reds, the cold click of handcuffs. Try as she might to dismiss the nightmare, reality’s bitter taste lingered. There was no running from the truth.


    Her eyes fluttered open, and there he was—Rnd, lost in slumber beside her. His presence bothforted andplicated everything. Sleep stripped away his usual facade, revealing something raw and innocent—a reminder of his youth that twisted like a knife in her chest.


    But regret came toote now. Her body’s sweet ache, the warmth of tangled sheets, the whispered evidence of their passion—it all stood as a testament to choices already made.


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