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Chapter 16

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-01 23:52:17

Lorenzo

She tasted good. So fucking good

Sweet and delicate, like ripe cherries dipped in wine. My tongue chased hers with a hunger that had nothing to do with lust and everything to do with control. Her body trembled under mine, and the moment she moaned—soft, helpless, almost reverent—I nearly forgot what the fuck I was here to do.

Her fingers clutched at my shoulders, pulling me closer, and her hips bucked as if her body couldn’t get enough of mine. I smirked against her lips. The scared little maid who once flinched at my footsteps was now arching beneath me like she was made for it.

But I couldn’t lose focus.

No matter how tight her legs wrapped around my waist, no matter how good she felt or how soft her skin was—I had a job to finish.

Evidence.

This was about planting evidence.

My mouth left hers, and I kissed my way down her throat, nipping just beneath her jaw. She whimpered.

“S-sir…” she gasped.

Fuck, that voice. Shaky and breathless like she couldn’t believe what was happen
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