9.9 Billion Bride

He is the emperor of the dark night—cruel and indifferent, rejecting the warmth of women's affection. He ensnared her, viewing her as the antidote to the love poison that coursed through him, instantly addicted, and henceforth, forever beyond redemption. "The women who have glimpsed my body have only one destiny," he declared, donning a refined silver-black mask, his smile sly. "Yet, I find your scent intriguing. You may choose the manner of your demise." Their first encounter saw him pinning her to the carpet. Though commonplace advances typically involved various kisses, he surprised her by biting her neck. The perplexing question lingered: Why was he, not a vampire, drinking her blood?! Upon their second meeting, she fell prey to his bodyguard's abduction, brought before him. As she teetered on the brink of total consumption, a mysterious factor within her body was triggered...

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161: You owe me 9.9 billion! (6)

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All of a sudden, Tara Summer dared not move again, reaching out to grab the quilt.

Liam Yancey casually threw the thin quilt onto the carpet, then disregarded her resistance and carried her towards the bathroom…

Liam Yancey once more bathed her himself. Tara Summer was completely uncooperative, twisting and turning, the two of them looked like they were fighting, and the bathroom seemed to have turned into a battlefield.

After all that, the grand bathroom was a complete mess, and the man was soaked from head to toe.

Liam Yancey's patience was wearing thin, such a noble like him, how could he tolerate her acting recklessly under his watch?!

So, he pressed her against the wall. Tara Summer's legs gave way, the man's strength was astounding, too overwhelming for her and she fainted again...

She didn't know how long had passed, but when she weakly awakened, Tara Summer had already returned to the big bed, her body sprawled, every limb devoid of strength.

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