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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481: The Only Thing I Want is Her (24)

"No? Hmph." The man coldly sneered, increasingly tightening his grip with full force.

"It hurts! Let go of me..."

Unable to bear it, Freya Locke cried out in pain. Her wrists felt as if they were being pierced to the bone, the pain almost enough to make her faint, heart sinking rapidly.

Fear gradually consumed her heart. She finally realized how terrifying it was to upset Liam Yancey. Spiking his drink was like seeking her own doom.

Thus, she would never admit to it, even if it killed her!

Liam Yancey's eyes were bright red as a devil. The drug in his system had completely taken effect, causing his breathing to become uncontrollable and slightly erratic.

The heat within his body felt like a raging fire, consuming every inch of his skin, hot air piercing through his pores.

Now, he was as if in a fiery hell, experiencing endless torment body and soul.

His eyes seemed to bleed as he forcefully gripped the woman's wrist, suddenly froze.

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