The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

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Did she moan like that when she was being fucked?

I shook my head violently and lowered it, my hand covering my

deformed face as a twisted, crazed smile formed on my lips.

What kind of wicked seduction spell is this?

Did this woman perfect something to make slaves submit to her

more easily?

I can’t fall into her trap. She’s just another bitch I’ll kill once she

helps me achieve my suicidal goal.

I don’t care about dying, but I won’t leave this world without

Lucrecia Silver’s head in my hands.

That night, I lay on the floor with just a blanket, thinking about all

my next moves. I barely slept—sleep is a luxury I never had.

Sleeping means trust, and I don’t trust anyone.

“Mmm,” suddenly, a soft moan echoed in the room.

1 lifted my gaze to her. She had her back to me, lying on the small

bed, facing the wall. I thought maybe she was dreaming, but soon

the muffled murmurs grew more obvious.

I could see her through the darkness, the barely perceptible

movements of her hand between her legs.

I knew too much about sex not to understand what she was doing—

the subtle shift of the bed, the smell of sweat and something else...

intense, musky, and erotic.

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I swallowed, just watching her back. If l understood this correctly,

she’d come to release herself with me at any moment.

My cock twitched and hardened at the thought.

I’m fucking sick in the head if I’m getting turned on by the idea of

being used like an object again by this sorceress, whoever the hell

she is.

If she came to me, I’d fake it. It didn’t matter pretending one more

time.

I’d spent my whole life resisting, enduring, fighting, always with

the same outcome.

But she didn’t call me, didn’t use me.

Minutes passed, and her moans barely stayed hidden in the small

room. The movement of her hand was more than obvious as she

masturbated.

Her head shifted on the pillow, and her back arched stiffly, her

whole body trembling when she climaxed.

Why didn’t she come to me?

My own body was tense, breathing ragged, the wetness at the tip

of my hard cock soaking through my pants. I could’ve pleased her.

P’dbeen forced to learn how to drive women crazy with pleasure.

‘Then I remembered her anxiety, the longing in her eyes at the

auction.

Those beautiful, deep eyes weren’t looking at me.

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She stared at that blond slave obsessively, even desperately trying

to buy him—she wanted him for herself.

T touched my ruined face, my body full of scars and abuse, used to

the point of exhaustion, filthy, vile.

Twas once a handsome young man—that’s why Lucrecia became

obsessed with me and dragged me away from my elemental

parents by force.

Now, I’m nothing but waste, filled with resentment and darkness

If she didn’t save me to abuse me, then... did she really do it out of

pity?

1 looked back at the bed, thousands of turbulent thoughts and

feelings stalking my crazed mind and shattered soul

Why do I feel so bad? Why does my chest hurt in such a strange

way?

Why does this cursed energy forced into my body want to claim

hers, to mix with hers?

What kind of wicked spell is making me crave your touch and want

to know more about you?