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Chapter Eighty-One: Whispers in the Sheets
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2025-06-06 22:25:48
Jhumie_writesThings are heating up, literally and figuratively. Emilia is no longer just Lucien’s captive or his queen, she’s becoming his equal, his mirror in strategy and survival. But the name “Vulture” has awakened something hidden in her past… something even she doesn’t fully understand yet. Can love survive in a house full of spies, secrets, and ghosts? Keep reading. The real war is only just beginning. 🔥🖤 —xx, your author
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Sold To The Mafia Lord Chapter Eighty-One: Whispers in the Sheets
Emilia woke to heat.Not the kind from sunlight or warm sheets, but the kind that curled low in her belly, electric and spreading fast.She gasped, her back arching against the silk sheets as Lucien’s mouth worked her over with slow, devastating precision. His hands held her hips in place, tongue moving in deliberate strokes that made her thighs tremble.“Lucien,” she breathed, half asleep, dazed, still unsure if this was real.He didn’t stop. He looked up at her from between her legs, eyes dark and intent.“Morning,” he murmured against her, voice low and hungry.She bit her lip, toes curling. “You… God, this isn’t fair.”His chuckle vibrated against her clit. “I’ve been distracted lately. Let me make it up to you.”And he did.Again and again, until she was moaning his name and shaking under him, her release crashing over her like a storm.When he finally climbed up her body and kissed her, slow, messy, and full of heat, she was breathless and smiling.“Good morning,” she said weakl
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