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...

Mo Xiaotao · Geral

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1201 Chs

045: If you don't want to, get out! (3)

She glanced at the man, "Or do you simply dislike women? Are you snagging those women just as a cover-up, in reality, you are a G-a-y?"

Tara Summer emphasized the last word, watching the man's face turn increasingly pale, her laughter grew louder and more unrestrained.

"Haha, the high and mighty Master Liam, he is a G-a-y! This is news, big news..."

Liam Yancey narrowed his eyes, his black pupils ominous, the thick coldness converged at the bottom of his eyes, the murderous aura was savage.

"Say that again?!" He curled his thin lips, contempt shining in his eyes, his grim expression put someone's heart in their mouth.

The hand gripping her neck suddenly loosened, and he looked at her small face, his eyes wicked. When Tara Summer was catching her breath, he pushed her down on the large bed.

The male physique came down on top of her, the immense weight caused Tara Summer, who had just caught her breath, to wheeze again.

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