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.

eyes on her. "Do you even realize

to kiss him and even slip him

idea how powerless he

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

soft chuckle, his voice deep and irresistibly sultry, "Little one, you like me that much,

did like

fallen for him at

her fondness for him was an

was, to some

left hand gently squeezing her soft waist, "But you're still too young,

his strength could hurt her. He wanted

modern values, couldn't help

cheek against it, her gaze lingering fondly on Sylvester, "Sylvester, I'm seventeen. Back in my community, I'd be old enough to have children." Which meant, she was ready to be intimate

primitive tribe deep in the woods, girls were ready to

an ancient lineage blessed by the heavens, viewed procreation as their