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.

deeply, tilting Lela's chin up, fixing his eyes on her.

nerve! She dared to kiss him and even slip

any idea how powerless he was

purest light. "Sylvester, I like the

slightly before he let out a soft chuckle, his voice deep and irresistibly sultry,

really did like

him at first

once pondered whether her fondness for him was

was,

left hand gently squeezing her soft

he knew his strength could hurt her. He wanted to wait until she was of age, until she

had embraced modern values, couldn't help but

hand that was hooked under her chin, rubbing her cheek against it, her gaze lingering fondly on Sylvester, "Sylvester, I'm seventeen. Back in my community,

tribe deep in the woods, girls were ready to choose a partner

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