Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 171 A Rogue

Only the name "Julian" wouldn't enrage him. A smile curled at the man's lips. "If it weren't for your sake, it wouldn't matter who it was, not even Julian."

"You've been beating around the bush for ages. You just want me to keep you company, don't you? Now get over here, and we'll call it even after tonight." A woman's roar came through the phone.

It seems only she dared to yell at him like that. Yet, the man responded with a helpless, bitter smile. It wasn't her body he wanted. It was her heart, but...

"Wait for me." His deep voice faded from the phone.

On the other end, Irene was already fully awake, her beautiful black eyes shimmering with sadness in the darkness of the night.

She hugged her legs tightly, curling herself into a small shrimp, as if this would protect her from harm.

Irene, usually commanding and enchanting, now appeared utterly pitiable. Where was her domineering charm now?

The man was always decisive and quick to act. Within half an hour, he had entered her home. No matter how often she changed the password, he always found a way to know it.

It was as if she could never escape his confinement, with every breath she took seemingly granted by him.

"Irene..." His voice resonated in the darkness. He knew her home better than anyone.

By then, Irene had already hidden her rare sadness and turned on the light.

She wore only a silk nightgown, her graceful curves subtly outlined, her long, beautiful legs fueling endless fantasies.

Upon seeing her like this, his heart tightened. Irene, without her seductive, heavy makeup, revealed a stunningly pure face.

What man could resist a pure face and a devilish figure? After all, she was the woman he loved.

It wasn't their first time, yet each time, she enchanted him, as if born with a bewitching allure.

stirred something within her, but outwardly, she smiled even more enticingly. "You wanted me, right? Then

was perfect. How could he not want her? He dreamed

restrain himself any longer in the face of

he touched her skin, Irene's

about to cover her enticingly red lips, but

know my rules. I don't kiss someone

through the man's eyes. "I

bathrobe from

echoed. Irene's face filled with sorrow again as she whispered softly, "Nick,

man returned, fragrant from his shower, having shed his bathrobe, revealing toned,

like some, yet he was far more robust than a

matter how many times she saw him, she never grew tired. The man lifted the covers and climbed into bed. She was mentally prepared, ready for the storm that usually

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keep the lights on? Why

but he

moves.

are you doing?" she

sleep,"

this domineering man

longer tempt him? At that

was deliberately suppressing his desires. He

tightly confined in his arms, his hold as commanding as ever. His

as she questioned whether her allure had diminished, she felt something growing behind her, prompting her to quickly pull away, which only stoked the flames further. "Go to sleep," he commanded, his voice no longer as

that tone meant. He was struggling

won't touch you, Irene. I don't want to hurt