Chapter 37
37 Had she forgiven him? Of course she had, she couldn't help herself. When it came to Lucian and the love she craved in her life, it was hard not to forgive. She had done what he suggested, detached herself from her own child, leaving him to Lucifer and Marguerite to care for. It was his birthday today, he would turn seven; and instead of spending the day with him, giving him gifts, she was with Lucian. Making love was one thing, but f*****g was far more fun to him. It was his nature to bring out the primal instincts in the people he tormented. And for her it was just as good. She was over tender moments and love-making. She was finished being a mother. She returned to who she was ten years ago in this moment and it felt good. Feeling his weight press against her as his body
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