Wrapped In Lycan Obsession
I had changed my name, my face, my entire life to escape him, slipping into this convent like smoke seeking sanctuary, and yet here I was, legs spread in the dark, recording videos of my dripping cunt for him under the name ShadowKing.
Shame flooded me so violently I felt nauseous, yet beneath it coiled something far more dangerous. I felt dark, electric thrill that made my nipples tighten against the rough fabric of my nightdress and sent another rush of wetness slipping down my inner thigh. I cursed myself silently, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw ached. How could my body react this way to the very man I had stolen from? The man whose reputation painted him as merciless, calculating, a pr
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