Chapter 71

• Alaric’s POV
• There was a light knock on my door, and I knew, without having to ask, that it was Emilia by the door. “Come in,” I answered, twirling the pen in my hands. I hadn’t seen her since she left my room this morning, and though I hadn’t been able to keep her out of my mind and all I wanted the most was to bury my cock in her once again, I had more pressing issues.
• She walked in, wearing a very provocating dress. It hugged her curves like a second skin and showed an alarming amount of cleavage.