NovelHubChapter 337
Did she moan like that when she was being fucked?
| shook my head violently and lowered it, my hand covering my
deformed face as a twisted, crazed smile formed on my lips.
What kind of wicked seduction spell is this?
Did this woman perfect something to make slaves submit to her
more easily?
| can’t fall into her trap. She’s just another bitch I'll kill once she
helpsachieve my suicidal goal.
| don’t care about dying, but | won't leave this world without
Lucrecia Silver's head in my hands.
That night, I lay on the floor with just a blanket, thinking about all
my next moves. | barely slept—sleep is a luxury | never had.
Sleeping means trust, and | don’t trust anyone.
“Mmm,” suddenly, a soft moan echoed in the room.
1 lifted my gaze to her. She had her back to me, lying on the small
bed, facing the wall. | thought maybe she was dreaming, but soon
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe muffled murmurs grew more obvious.
| could see her through the darkness, the barely perceptible
movements of her hand between her legs.
| knew too much about sex not to understand what she was doing—
the subtle shift of the bed, the smell of sweat and something else...
intense, musky, and erotic.
| swallowed, just watching her back. If | understood this correctly,
she'd cto release herself withat any moment.
My cock twitched and hardened at the thought.
I'm fucking sick in the head if I'm getting turned on by the idea of
being used like an object again by this sorceress, whoever the hell
she is.
If she cto me, I'd fake it. It didn’t matter pretending one more
time.
I'd spent my whole life resisting, enduring, fighting, always with
the soutcome.
But she didn’t call me, didn’t use me.
Minutes passed, and her moans barely stayed hidden in the small
room. The movement of her hand was more than obvious as she
masturbated.
Her head shifted on the pillow, and her back arched stiffly, her
whole body trembling when she climaxed.
Why didn’t she cto me?
My own body was tense, breathing ragged, the wetness at the tip
of my hard cock soaking through my pants. | could've pleased her.
P’dbeen forced to learn how to drive women crazy with pleasure.
‘Then | remembered her anxiety, the longing in her eyes at the
auction.
Those beautiful, deep eyes weren't looking at me.
She stared at that blond slave obsessively, even desperately trying
to buy him—she wanted him for herself.
T touched my ruined face, my body full of scars and abuse, used to
the point of exhaustion, filthy, vile.
Twas once a handsyoung man—that’s why Lucrecia became
obsessed withand draggedaway from my elemental
parents by force.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNow, I'm nothing but waste, filled with resentment and darkness
If she didn’t saveto abuse me, then... did she really do it out of
pity?
1 looked back at the bed, thousands of turbulent thoughts and
feelings stalking my crazed mind and shattered soul
Why do | feel so bad? Why does my chest hurt in such a strange
way?
Why does this cursed energy forced into my body want to claim
hers, to mix with hers?
What kind of wicked spell is makingcrave your touch and want
to know more about you?
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