L E I L A N I
Fenrir's jaw tightened, and his shoulders tensed.
"Barron," Fenrir said, his tone cold.
"It's been a long time," Barron said, a wicked grin on his face. "I've been looking for you."
"Why?"
"Because you have something that belongs to me."
Then he finally turned to look at me, his gaze sending chills down my spine.
"You," he hissed.
"Barron," I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
"You're a little slut, aren't you?" he growled. "Getting knocked up and smiling with the man who r***d you."
"r**e?" I asked, confusion washing over me. "He didn't r**e me."
As much as it was unethical that Fenrir requested to spend a night with me when we first met as Barron’s slave, I enjoyed every bit of that night a little too much. It was hands down the best night of my life.
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