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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

THE CHOICE IS YOURS TO MAKE

Who does she desire? She thought. Her breath became quick and shallow, her eyes shining with desire, her hand coming to rest against his chest, and her heart beating with a fierce intensity.

"My. Princess." He whispered, his voice low and husky. "Do you have anyone you desire? Which colour do you love the most?"

"Oh, co–colour," She murmured, realizing he was asking of the colour instead. Their faces were still close and she was finding it hard to speak. One mistake and their lips will lock, but it seemed he didn't care.

"My... Lord," She kept stammering. "The... And purple? What does it mean?" She suddenly asked, her eyes searching his face.

"The door," He said instead and finally moved away from her.

"What, my Lord?"

"Someone is knocking at the door." He said and Gabriella turned to the doorway. A lady in a maid's uniform was walking in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, your Highnesses." The lady said and bowed.