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Sara Jay was fast asleep, her delicate face framed by dark hair, making it look even smaller and more refined.

Her nightgown had ridden up to her thighs, revealing a faint ring of scars around her pale calves — marks left from years of being chained.

Liam Martin stared at those scars for a long time. Then he pushed himself up, sat on the edge of the bed, and leaned down to kiss her lips