Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 11: Unless You Help Me Out

She wasn't quite clear about the man's identity, except for that fiery night three years ago. From the layout of the man's villa and his efficiency in handling affairs, she vaguely felt he was a big shot; how else could he have suppressed the news back then, making Ivy the headline instead? That night, however, she recognized her reality-the Montgomery family was now under the control of her stepmother, Genevieve.

Even if she spoke of that night, her father would never believe her. Staying at home would undoubtedly be a waste of time. Thus, she made a decision to leave the country for college, and Magnus arranged everything without a second thought. Aurora fled Clothville as fast as she could. On the day she left, she saw the man she saw now before her.

The man had just arrived at the airport, looking utterly furious. Tonight was a chance to teach him a lesson from three years ago! Aurora used every trick in the book to seduce him. Despite his profuse sweating, his face wasn't ferocious; hearing Aurora, a devilish smirk played at the corners of his mouth. "Interesting, Little Bunny, either you kill me today, or I surely won't let you go!"

"Hah, you really do have energy, Sir," Aurora suddenly leaned in, her tongue teasing behind his ear.

The man could hardly bear it and let out a restrained moan. Aurora's voice was full of ambiguity, "Sir, that's how you treated me that night, do you remember?"

She was like a sprite of the night, torturing him to death and back. "I still remember how you could hardly leave the bed," the man retorted, unyielding.

to be disappointed. Her fingers began to slowly caress his body, "Just beg me, and I can stop right

probably wanted her badly, judging by his enduring

only then will I quench the grudge

and I'll say it," he

as she did, his tongue ambiguously swept

his grasp-his hands couldn't move much but

put out this

me; I'm

she'd just taken or the half-day's exhaustion, topped with drinks at the bar, but she simply closed her eyes and truly lay there beside him. Before long,

his anger surged to swear, but seeing her innocent sleeping face, still as pure as before, he refrained. Her heaving chest, pale skin, and long

moved closer and gently touched her cheek

she turned and embraced