Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter122 A Twisted Love

Dog! Men are such dogs!

She always thought she was the insecure one, but it seems that wasn't the case.

With resignation, Lela cupped Sylvester's face, their foreheads touching. She whispered softly, "Master Sylvester, what are you afraid of? I'll never leave you." Her entire plan, this intricately laid trap, had been for him from the start.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, even mimicking Sylvester's move, teasing his lips open with her tongue, their mouths dancing together.

Sylvester's eyes sharpened, his alluring amber gaze fixed on Lela with desire reaching his eyes. As his passion neared a tipping point, he released her. Lela's eyes, misty and moist, watched Sylvester, unintentionally flicking her tongue over her lips.

So that's his taste.

A refreshing hint of mint.

She adored it.

fixing his eyes on her. "Do you even realize what

kiss him and even slip

idea how powerless he was against

with the purest light. "Sylvester, I like the way you

let out a soft chuckle, his voice deep and irresistibly sultry, "Little one, you like me that much, huh?"

really did

him at first

whether her fondness for him was an

was, to some

gently squeezing her soft waist,

could hurt her. He wanted to wait until she was of age, until she could

Lela, who had embraced modern values, couldn't help but smile. He had always

"Sylvester, I'm seventeen. Back in my

primitive tribe deep in the woods,

the Sunlit Glade, carrying an ancient lineage blessed by the