Chapter 135

LYRA'S POV

"Beg me. Beg for my cock if you want it."

Kael's voice was a low, guttural command that vibrated through the heavy air of the snooker room, thick with the smell of sex and our own sweat. His shirt was bunched in my fist, the fabric twisted tight as I tried to anchor myself.

"Please." The ...

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