The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 218

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CHEAI X CHEAI SILAS I took a deep breath, calming the chaos within me, resolute, just like when I used to swallow my hatred over and over again, plotting my revenge for some distant day.

I owered my hand, blood dripping from my nails, some torn down to the flesh.

This kind of pain didn't affect me anymore.

I picked up the mask and stared at it, my finger tracing the carved patterns on the dark wood.

I just needed to be smarter, make my calculations in silence, and wait.

Finally, I walked back to my room, ready to become the most disobedient slave of them all once again spb SIGRID Iwas having a terrible time, by the Goddess, I barely slept last night.

I felt a fire burning between my legs, making me boil with the need to scream from an orgasmor better yet, several.

Tost couldn't of how many cold baths I took, how many times I touched myself, writhing with unsatisfied desires.

This relentless craving for something to fill me just wouldn't stop.

---- I cursed Electra, this world, and the momen't I agreed to this madness.

Thinking back to my intimate encounters with Silas didn't help maintain my sanity either.

I got out of bed after sleeping, at most, an hour.

I walked to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a mess, my skin shiny and sticky with sweat, dark circles under my eyes, and my hair looked like a bird's nest.

Goddess, when would this torture end? The easiest thing would be to grab one of Electras countless insignificant slaves to satisfy my body, but I refuse to force anyone.

My mind kept drifting back to Silas.

No, no, no.

I have to keep my distance.

This game with Silas is dangerous won't end well for him.

I don't want him getting attached to Electra.

I pulled the cord near my bed to summon the servants through a magical device.

I gave my orders and instructed them to send the new slave.

Thad to pretend I cared somehow.

Grimm was now confined to the stables as punishment, but that didn't mean he wasn't keeping an eye on the mansions affairs.

I was brushing my hair when there was a knockat the door.

---- Come in, I ordered, sitting at the vanity, running the brush through my hair.

She entered with two servants who would fill the bathtub.

Fill the small wooden one and pour ice into the waterI don't want it warm, I instructed, and they bowed.

I caught a flicker of surprise in their eyes.

I didn't care.

Just thinking of anything warm made me feel suffocated.

The door stayed open for a moment, and I glanced sideways at the stair landing through the mirrors reflection.

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