Chapter 23 First Princess-carry

Then he knelt and began to lick the metal. One slow, deliberate stroke at a time.

“You’re disgusting,” I said.

He gave a shaky smile. “Yes. Filthy. Because you made me that way.”

My wrists were aching. “I’m exhausted. Next time I’ll hire professionals to come over and help. Sound good?”

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