Chapter 79

  Wrath's fingers tightened around my throat, thick and unrelenting. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I was a rag doll-open, ruined, used. He hauled me halfway up, chest scraping the runes, until my lips hovered just inches from the tip of his cock.

  It was leaking.

  Heavy.

  Hot.

  Too big.

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