Chapter 337

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Did she moan like that when she was being fucked?

I shook my head violently and lowered it, my hand covering my

deformed face as a twisted, crazed smile formed on my lips.

What kind of wicked seduction spell is this?

Did this woman perfect something to make slaves submit to her

more easily?

I can’t fall into her trap. She’s just another bitch I’ll kill once she

helps me achieve my suicidal goal.

I don’t care about dying, but I won’t leave this world without

Lucrecia Silver’s head in my hands.

That night, I lay on the floor with just a blanket, thinking about all

my next moves. I barely slept—sleep is a luxury I never had.

Sleeping means trust, and I don’t trust anyone.

“Mmm,” suddenly, a soft moan echoed in the room.

1 lifted my gaze to her. She had her back to me, lying on the small

bed, facing the wall. I thought maybe she was dreaming, but soon

murmurs

could see her through

her hand between

knew too much about sex not to

the smell of sweat and something

intense, musky, and erotic.

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watching her back. If

to release herself with

and

in the head if I’m getting turned on by

used like an object again by this sorceress, whoever the

she is.

I’d fake it. It didn’t matter pretending

time.

my whole life resisting, enduring,

the same outcome.

didn’t call me,

barely stayed hidden

her hand was more than obvious as

masturbated.

the pillow, and her

body trembling when she

didn’t she

was tense, breathing

my hard cock soaking through

learn how to

remembered her anxiety, the longing in her eyes at

auction.

eyes weren’t

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