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“Shit…”

I looked away as fast as I could, my palm still wrapped around his warm moist cock. I could feel my entire inside melting into a goo of confusion. The center of my legs began to feel hot and moist.

“Elena, you can let go of my shaft now.” I heard him say in one of the most monotonous voices I have ever heard.

“I'm so so-”

“Don't make it any more awkward than it already is. But before that, first things first, why are you here? Who asked you to come here?” Fenrir didn't blink or stutter. His cold voice caused a ripple of fear and anxiety to dress up my spine down to my arm.

“No-no one…” I fidgeted. His stans didn't waver as he only came closer to me, his glare becoming more menacing than ever.

“I don't stutter. I also don't like to delay my victim's death so when I ask you a question, do not stutter and tell me the answer like it is or I would end up slapping your head off your neck till your skull is gliding in a pool of your own blood.” His cold demeanor onl
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