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.

turned cold, hoping to hear his regret and apologies, but she was to be disappointed. Her fingers began

of his body; he probably wanted her

then will I quench the grudge I've held all

and I'll

she did, his tongue ambiguously swept across her ear,

much but were strong enough

out this fire in

If you don't let go, it doesn't matter to me; I'm

exhaustion, topped with drinks at the bar, but she simply closed her eyes and truly lay there beside him. Before long, he heard her snoring; she had actually

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

her cheek with his

she