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Red Confession: Silver Mirrors Ignite Forbidden Heat

Bénédicte glances at her watch. Five minutes to closing. Finally. Sigh. Exhaustion claws her bones. High heels snag the wool carpet all day. Smiles forced. ‘Yes, Madam!’ ‘Of course, Sir!’ For cherry pits. She shelves… 

Red Confession: Hotel Suite Inferno

The hotel suite door slams shut. Dim light filters through heavy curtains. Romuald’s breath hitches as I push him against the wall. My fingers claw his shirt open. Buttons scatter. His chest heaves, hot skin…