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HORNDRAGON: A Deadly Romance Game With The Lost Devil

"Take my hand and dance with me," Gabriella said as she watched his lips curve into a smirk as he obediently drew her closer to him. "My princess, do you know how dangerous it is to make this deal with me? Consider it as making a deal with the devil. Aren't you scared of dancing with the devil?" "It's not as dangerous as betraying the king of Horndragon. After all, devils no longer exist. I and the king of Horndragon killed them all. The devil is no longer the strongest of all." "Now you must be crazy if you don't know the devil is still the most dangerous creature in this universe. Tsk, don't be too confident, my princess, it might hurt you in the end." His hand circled firmly around her waist as they took the first step to the rhythm of the soft music. "Too confident? Seems like I'll have to admit that I'm too scared to accept the truth." The moment these words left her lips, she felt a slight tingle on her skin, his hand was tracing down from her neck to the point her breath couldn't hold it anymore. She slid away from him, took a step backwards, and turned in a quick circle before landing safely in his hands again. When she thought she had escaped the delicate fingertips tracing down to her core, which she could barely resist, his hands instantly returned to their previous position making her shiver slightly. She couldn't help but swallow hard when his voice whispered into her ears. It was a sweet whisper yet it brought all the warnings she had to inscribe in her head. "Maybe I have to remind you that dancing with the me means, you will obey every word I say." "You will make sure I wear the crown of Blackshed on my head. You will make them all bow and kiss my feet. And most of all, no man dares touch you except me, not even your husband is allowed to touch you. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

PenDora56 · Fantasy
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67 Chs

HIS SCENT WAS REFRESHING...IN OTHER WORDS 'INTOXICATING'

Darkon stared at the princess in front of him with shock. She was here. With that look that spoke volumes of something in her. The look he now fought to get rid of in his mind. That deep turmoil when he said something she saw as awful in her eyes.

He couldn't believe amid his torturing thoughts she would be here as if his mind had called out to her to come and clarify the meaning of that confusion and anger he felt. Her concerned look was different now; not filled with concern but with anxiousness.

Yes, she had always appeared strong but her heart was fragile and afraid to show her weakness to the world. Probably she was tired of showing that strong side of her, she was afraid to be the fallen protagonist.

He had seen that in her actions so many times; the anger in her eyes when saw them watch her display a little act of weakness a while ago, the smile on her face when she held the sword as if the sparks from the anvil eased her worries.