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Freya squirmed a bit. The twilight light looked beautiful from Gideon's large window. The extraordinary view was indeed a rarity here, and she felt lucky to enjoy it freely. Glancing towards the large man now peacefully asleep, she sighed softly. She slowly removed his strong hand, allowing her to get up from the sofa, perhaps preparing to leave the room.

There was a somewhat disturbing pain she felt between her thighs, slowing her movements. Gideon's idea of satisfaction was always done in his way—rough, intimidating, without pauses, tenderness, or consideration. Yet, Freya couldn't do anything. She couldn't even complain. Gideon's grip on her life was too strong. On one side, she could feel how Gideon didn't want her to get hurt again.

She sighed softly again, draped in a bathrobe she intentionally took from one of the large closets slightly hidden among Gideon's massive wardrobes. One cabinet looked different from the others, indicating that it wasn't Gideon's but deliberately plac
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