RUYI WYNTER ❦Stars burst behind my eyes. I lay almost breathless on the bed, my legs still trembling, while the devil.. Lucien himself hovered over me. When he finally backed away, my vision burned.My heart slammed against my ribs, wild and expectant. Was this it—would I die now? He didn’t look satisfied. The anger still coiled tight inside him, far from spent.His eyes still scorched with hate, with fury… and his cock still throbbed—alive with fire, thick veins standing out, the slit dripping, that swollen, soft-hard tip practically breathing.He turned, stalked to the old Roman-art desk, snatched the bottle of bourbon and tilted it back, chugging straight from the neck down his throat, his Adam's apple bobbed, made my heart tightened.“Will you die for him?” he growled in a low tone, I just know what dangerous intent hides behind that question.The glass hit the table with a dull clink. My eyes flooded, tears spilling over. I twisted my head to the side. I knew exactly who he me
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