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The Devil’s Bargain -- 4

Author: Abby
last update publish date: 2026-01-30 15:18:00

My body still burned from his brand. The symbols carved into my wrists and thighs glowed faintly, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I could feel them inside me, seared into my soul, thrumming with Damien’s power.

I thought maybe—just maybe—he’d finally be satisfied. But Damien never stopped when I thought he would.

He stood from the throne, pulling me with him by my branded wrist. My legs were weak, my body trembling, but the chains dragged me upright. I stumbled after him, naked, raw, cum dri
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