162 The night of sin

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Pinned down on the wall right beside their room, El peered into the eyes of the bastard who knew with certainty that this was his win.

She could see in the eyes glimmering with a sense of victory that he knew with all his heart and lips that he had won the silent war they had been fighting for the last few minutes. 

He was on the doorstep of victory, he genuinely knew it. 

He knew her well enough to have found this certain point and had predicted these things, her behavior, the things she might do, the things she might think about, the things that might happen, and the things that might not.

He was certain this was his win, and he was certainly going to take his trophy now… 

However, he had underestimated her desperation this time.

-Ooooooooooooooong!

"Thanks, Lucy darling."