THE ART OF SINS
“Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.”
Vesper, the youngest Prince of Chaos, completed the triad with wild energy and a wicked grin. His violet eyes sparkled with mischief, his athletic form marked by battle scars and piercings, messy dark hair framing a face that promised both pleasure and ruin. “The pact is simple, summoner,” he said, circling me like a predator. “Our aid for your kingdom… in exchange for one night of complete surrender. Your body will be ours to use, to knot, to fill until you forget your own name.”
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