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Chapter 70 You're The King's FuckToy

Bellatrix Sinclair

Licking the swollen tip, his jaw tensing while those obsidian orbs swirled with a combination of greed, hunger and potent desire. His smoky vanilla scent overwhelming my senses, a similar hunger surging through my veins.

Lazarus’s fingers crept along the back of my neck, sweeping ...