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Chapter 52 Play With Yourself

Bellatrix Sinclair

Lazarus pushed off the bed, standing at the edge. He resembled the god of death, illuminated by darkness. “Seems like a fair price.” He licked his lips, the action predatorial and seductive. “What’s it going to be Bellatrix?”

Trepidation slithered down my spine, fire coursing thro...