Every ounce of sexual tension fled my body as satin pooled at my feet. My eyes clamped shut at the shocked gasp Kenji let out at the sight of my body. Shame swirled in my gut at the sensation of his finger tracing over the marks and scars marring my thighs. “What the fuck, Scar?” My hackles rose at the irritation in his voice. That single question charged the air with intensity. I’d heard it all before, the disgust over the way my body looked. How ironic that my nickname was a reminder that, like the marks on my skin, I was an unwanted blemish placed upon my family. “You weren’t supposed to do
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