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I must kill the man I love.

******************** Rye knew the exact moment his gaze slid down her face to her chest, as he leaned closer until she could feel his breath on her neck. Hot and steamy sending shivers down her spine as she felt him lean his muscles against her bosom. “You want me! You can deny it but I can feel it through the bond we share,” “Klas!” Rye gasped pushing against him with her eyes closed. Her eyes snaped open, shocked to feel him pull away something she was convinced he would never do. “FINE!” His deep voice echoing through the desolate mansion they stood in, after he sent all the servants off. “I’ll give you five seconds to leave Rye. After that, if you’re still here, I’ll make you regret ever pushing me away.” “One…” “Wha-what?” “Two…” Rye knew she should leave. Sleeping with Klas was something she had sworn never to do. They were just using each other. She needed his blood, and he needed her to remove the chains that bound his powers. Yet, the pleasure that thrummed through her body when he had kissed her was unforgettable. “Four…” In a panic, Rye finally found the strength to move but by then it was already too late and she saw it in his eyes just as she moved to walk past him. A cruel glint that made her wish she left when she had the chance to. “Five…” *************** The plan was for the both of them to work together and get what they wanted. Him-the throne. Her- the blue stone that would send her back to the human world. Rye had no idea when the plan changed and less how to adjust to it.

humanboss · Fantasie
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Chapter 42: Alone with Bond

"Filly! Lord Gaddaf is the assistant of the crown prince," Lady Farona pointed out but Filly didn't look even the least bit discouraged.

"That means he's taken the founder's blood right? It'll be good for my magic, won't it?" Filly responded with a light shrug raising her head higher to convey a look of absolute arrogance.

"Moreover, Lord Gaddaf I'm sure I can satisfy you like no one can. In bed, on the bare cold floor, and even—"

"Filly!" Lady Farona gasped about to say more only for Lord Gaddaf to interrupt her.

"I appreciate the sentiment but I have no intention of bonding myself to an apprentice. If you manage to become a lady of the goddess, and you're not too attached to your bond, then I might consider your generous offer," Gaddaf responded with a sly smirk on his face, one that looked like he was looking down at Filly like a predator would a prey, one he would like to devour into bits.