Chapter 94 CHAPTER NINETY FOUR: HIS HONOR FOR PLEASURE

SANDRA’S POV

The throne feels colder today.

Not physically. No, the cushions are plush, the carvings polished to a mirror shine but cold in the way power settles when it is no longer new. When it stops thrilling and begins to itch. I sit with my spine straight, chin lifted, fingers resting lig...

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