*Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, graphic descriptions and potential triggering content. Be warned. *
Kiara didn’t blink.
She stepped in close.
Close enough for her breath to hit Sera’s face. Warm. Sweet. Tainted.
“I told you,” she whispered. “I’m number one. The first b***h Lucien ever knotted in this room. The first to be chained to that bed. The first to take his knot and live to scream about it.”
The redhead grinned. “Number two. He used to love biting my t**s. Left marks every time.”
The third one purred. “And I’m number three. He split me open on that altar long before your virgin cunt ever dripped for him.”
Sera blinked.
“His harem?” she spat. “You’re his f*****g leftovers.”
That earned her a slap.
Hard.
Right across the face.
The sting was instant.
