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

muffled murmurs

could see her through

hand

about sex not to

of the bed, the smell of sweat

intense, musky, and erotic.

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watching her back. If

come to release herself with me

twitched and hardened at

if I’m

used like an object again by

she is.

to me, I’d fake it.

time.

spent my whole life resisting, enduring, fighting,

the same outcome.

she didn’t call me, didn’t use

her moans barely stayed hidden in

movement of her hand

masturbated.

shifted on the pillow, and

body trembling when

she

body was tense, breathing ragged, the

hard cock soaking through

to learn how to drive women crazy with

remembered her anxiety, the longing

auction.

eyes weren’t looking

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