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Chapter 43: His troubles

Author: Liana evadne
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-28 17:03:38

"I'm sorry ma'am," he said kissing her stomach.

She reached out to touch his face, "You're forgiven," she whispered. "Now, get back down there and eat me out like the good boy you are."

James didn't need to be told twice.

As he moved back down between her legs, Selene let out a satisfied sigh. This was exactly what she needed after that disastrous night with Damien. A night of rough, no-strings-attached sex with someone who actually knew how to please her, at the same time she kept thinking of how to wrap Damien round her finger while she made her way to Killian's side, Calla can't be with Killian when she selene dreams of being right by his side dominating the world.

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Killian sat at his office in La Fiamma, the familiar scent of leather and smoke swirling around him. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling. His hand trembled slightly as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass. His cigarette burned slowly between his finge
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