Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Chapter 165 Trying to outwit him? Think he wouldn't see through?

After speaking, Sylvester kissed her again, his large hand cradling the back of Lela's head, his lips locking hers in place.

Lela couldn't bear the intensity of his kiss, tears in her eyes, her tongue pushing against his.

Sylvester keenly felt the desire within him roaring.

He couldn't hit her, couldn't berate her, and even the act of punishing her only tormented himself.

Like a deflated balloon, Sylvester released her. He watched as she lay on the couch, panting; her neckline slipped down, and her cheeks flushed with a sensual allure.

had made, and then swept her into his arms, letting her straddle his lap. His amber eyes, filled with desire and fierceness, locked

had already figured out her strategy the moment she saw Sylvester. She knew he wouldn't blame her

around Sylvester's neck and pressing her body against his chest, she looked up at him with wet eyes, her voice silky soft, "Master Sylvester, I don't like that way of

you kissed me last time in the kitchen at home. Can we do that instead?" She didn't even mention the gambling at the race track and was about

Master Sylvester? No problem, she thought, we can just kiss somewhere

and staring down at her with a

her little tongue tracing circles over his chest. The damp, warm sensation made Sylvester's resolve

slender neck, pulling her away, "Is this your

her hands clutched together, her head bowed, her lips pursed, and her eyes reddened with tears, making her

was taken aback, forgetting his initial intent to confront her. He couldn't bear to see Lela suffer even the slightest hardship and found her distressing state unbearably touching. His