Again the pain exploded. Again I slammed my hips forward and arched my back as I squeezed my eyes shut. This time, I rubbed against a solid object. Half-delirious, I mumbled, “Why. Do you have a weapon?” Luka choked, and I peeled open my eyes. I looked further down, and my eyes widened. “That’s not a weapon,” I whispered like an idiot. Luka didn’t take his eyes off my neck where he was working. “No, Your Highness, it’s not.” It was my turn to blush. I was an idiot. Calling a man’s dick a weapon was the type of stupid shit Sadie babbled about happening in her romance books. I would never
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