With that growled command, he turned on his heel and walked out, locking the door behind him with a click. Morana blinked, all of it too quick for her to process. What the hell had just happened? Her gaze drifted down to the discarded green dress that Maroni had sent her. It was ripped, tattered and had his semen drying on it. A slow smile teased her lips the longer she stared at it. A laugh escaped her, the situation suddenly funny. Picking it up, she walked to the bin in the bathroom and threw it in. Humming quietly to herself, she turned to wash her hands and looked at herself in the
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