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Chapter 51 Shall We Play A Game

Bellatrix Sinclair

Sweat trailed down my back at his words, pursing my lips as his hand slipped off. “Where’s the fire, Ma Cherie?” he teased with a lifted brow. “Cat got your tongue.”

My gaze hardened, “How did you know?”

He hummed a tune of mischief, sparks emitting from his touch as he ran his fi...