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.

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

How could he not want her? He dreamed of her every

to restrain himself any longer in the face of this

touched her skin, Irene's

slowly leaned in, his thin lips about to

know my rules. I don't kiss

through the man's eyes. "I forgot." He rose,

pants, and took a bathrobe from the wardrobe to

of running water echoed. Irene's face filled with sorrow again

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

more robust

how many times she saw him, she never grew tired. The man lifted the covers and climbed into bed.

click, the room

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he prefer to keep the lights on? Why the change in

in a familiar embrace, but he merely held

moves.

are you doing?"

sleep," his uniquely

this domineering man let her

she no longer tempt him? At that moment, Irene

was deliberately suppressing his desires. He didn't want

body was tightly confined in his arms, his hold as

her, prompting her to quickly pull away, which only stoked the flames further. "Go to

knew all too well what that tone meant. He was struggling

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