Chapter 125
ISIDORA
I said it with confidence and determination, my eyes blazing with the fire of the challenge.
Now more than ever, I would put everything I had into rising.
Before he could react, I was the one who pulled away first and regained my composure.
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I made myself a promise. I wouldn’t confess my feelings again until I was capable of being the woman who could truly stand beside him.
“Come. Help me clean up the mess you left on my body, and tell me why you came back so quickly from the errand I gave you.”
With weak legs, I walked naked through the darkness toward the bathroom.
But I could hear his steps behind me, his presence always at my back, and that gaze that felt like caresses over my skin.
“I’m hungry, Blaze….” I whispered, pushing open the bathroom doors, where several candles had been left burning.
My gaze landed on the discreet window I hadn’t noticed before, the one he had surely used to come in while I was talking to
Lucio.
In one second, my back was pressed to his strong chest, and his hands caressed my belly while he left hot little kisses along the side of my neck.
“Then feed on my strength again, my lady. I want you sitting through dinner with that degenerate bastard while your cunt is overflowing with my semen.” He began pushing me toward the tub.
“I’m choosing to believe everything you told that man was a lie, because I’m counting the seconds until I tear him apart….”
“And if it wasn’t a lie, Blaze? Tell me… what if I’m thinking about taking another slave?”
“Isidora….” I smiled when I heard the wolfish warning in my ear and felt his arms tighten around my body.
I loved it when my name slipped past the wall he kept trying to put between us.
“You don’t know what you can provoke with this game.”
“What am I going to provoke? Will that cowardly little wolf who doesn’t want to meet me finally come out?”
I suddenly turned in his arms, laughing at the look of surprise he quickly tried to hide.
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Chapter 125
-Blaze, what is so terrible that you won’t let me into your world?.
“He would die for you, my lady,” he said suddenly, so serious, with that voice coming from his wolf, that it made my heart tremble.
We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity, until a tired, defeated sigh left my mouth.
I would have all the patience in the world to earn his trust.
“Let’s get ready for tonight’s plan. Tell me, where did they put that bootlicking squire?”
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Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.

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