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Halvik slapped his knee. “Good! Lucky for you, men are not rare. Easy to replicate.”
Laurent’s eyes narrowed. “If you are suggesting that I fuck another man –”
She waved a hand. “No, no man needed. Just the cock.” Halvik grinned. “You have them here, no? Wood, stone, glass – fake cocks. Until your Akielon king returns.”
Laurent opened his mouth, then closed it, his mind suddenly filled with very, very explicit visuals. “Glass? Is that…safe?”
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“His predilection for fair-skinned blondes is well known, brother”
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Auguste smirked, eyes still focused on Damianos’ slow turn around the room, clearly trying to make his way to them as inconspicuously as possible “I wasn’t expecting him to be greedy and look at both of us” -
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Laurent is eleven when he’s introduced by his brother to Prince Damianos.
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He’s a slim, too-pretty boy of twenty, and the men of this particular underworld talk about him as though he’s an open flame, a sparking engine near a pool of gasoline: volatile, and not to be handled. Kid’s got balls of sheer fucking steel, Damen’s contact said.
Which must be true, because having just lost a race against Damen for pink slips, Laurent looks him straight in the eye and says, “Double or nothing?” in a voice like vodka poured straight from the freezer.
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- Part 16 of Author's Favourites
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