Chapter 114 BOOK EIGHT CHAPTER 3

Seraphina Voss woke up alone in her luxury apartment with Lucien Blackthorn’s cum still dried on her inner thighs and his teeth marks blooming on her neck. The penthouse clock had read 3:17 AM when she finally staggered out of his office on shaky legs, dress wrinkled, hair a mess, lips swollen. ...

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