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Cattleya pressed her nail into Scarlett’s skin, tracing it along her jaw, running it down her throat, applying pressure, hurting her just slightly.
She exercised control, calming herself. It was never right to engage in such plays with a turbulent state of mind.
She exhaled slowly, gazing at Scarlett. Her matchmaker. Her submissive… but she was so much more than that… and it was becoming impossible for Cattleya to ignore that fact.
The heiress leaned over her and Scarlett instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest, her mouth parting in surrender.
Instead of kissing her, Cattleya pressed her lips onto her neck, biting down harshly onto her skin, eliciting a wince of pain from the girl beneath her. She murmured, her breath grazing her ear, “I won’t tole
