Chapter 127
Chapter 127
ISIDORA
Oh Goddess, I didn’t know whether to feel turned on or uncomfortable.
The truth was, walking down the hall toward the dining room with my pussy swollen from how thoroughly he had used me, still leaking that thick semen, made me blush and tremble with pleasure.
It was dirty and sinful. Blaze had barely even let me clean up his last load after he fucked me against the bathroom sink
The maid led the way, and Blaze followed in silence, like a hawk watching its prey.
Of course, I was wearing an emerald-green dress that made my eyes stand out.
It was expensive, made of the finest silk, satin, and lace, but the deep neckline did nothing to hide the prominent curves of my lifted breasts.
Much less all the marks my rebellious slave had left there on purpose.
And the truth was, I had grown so shameless that I didn’t even care if they showed. After all, everyone knew Dark Estingias slept with their slaves.
“It’s… it’s here, Lady Isidora,” the girl said, pointing to a pair of open double doors.
I walked in with my chin raised, feeling the corset tighten hard around my waist.
At the long table, decorated with flower arrangements and candles, Efrain rose to his feet.
So did Lucio, who was sitting at the head as if he were already the master of the house.
“Lady Isidora, I hope you were able to rest,” Efraín said right away, even though the discomfort between him and his family was more than obvious.
They had probably been arguing.
“Yes, I rested a little,” I said, but when I looked into that harpy’s eyes, I found her staring at my neckline with disgust.
“Is there something you’d like to say, madam?” I asked, moving toward the chair they had indicated for me.
“Huh? No, no, nothing. I’m glad you liked the dress,” she said, hiding it terribly, just like her son, who had gone quiet while devouring me with his eyes.
I felt Blaze’s dark, dangerous aura expand from the corner where he had taken his place in silence.
“Sit here. This is your seat,” Lucio said, even stepping closer to pull out the chair beside him for me.
I didn’t refuse to sit next to him, and of course, I wasn’t going to thank him.
When he pushed the chair forward a little, I felt his nose near my neck as he leaned in. He sniffed me, then let out a low growl.
It was obvious I smelled like Blaze everywhere, especially with his semen still staining my panties.
“Then let’s eat,” I said, being the one to signal the maid to start serving.
I knew it bothered them. I knew the woman across from me was choking on her own rage, and I enjoyed every second of it.
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