The Man's Decree

Chapter 722 How Is That Possible

As the minutes passed and the strength to retaliate started to fade, Lyanna’s face was flushed and her breathing became pants for air.

Poison King savored the sight of Lyanna writhing with discomfort on his bed as he sipped the bottle of wine at a leisurely pace.

“You look exactly like her,” he repeated. “You have no idea how much that turns me on. You’ll be begging for me to take you any moment now.”

Poison King was in no hurry. He knew that the drug needed time in his victim’s system to reach its full potency. When it does, she will be my very own nympho.

The fever arising from the pit of her stomach was beginning to cloud her judgment. For some reason, Poison King was beginning to look irresistible to her. Lyanna felt a mad impulse driven by a vast, urgent emptiness within her to pounce on him and have him fill her void.

Clinging on to the last shred of her rationality for dear life, Lyanna resisted her urges. Her lips were bloody from being bitten down to overcome the impulse. Shaking uncontrollably, her hands began to claw at her collar to dissipate the suffocative heat around her neck.

can fight it.” Poison King leered as he

smiled in satisfaction at

next level, it had

as he gazed about the room, realizing with a start

ferocious kick, he removed the metal door from its hinges only to realize via a glimpse at the outside world that night was

sentries, Jared arrived stealthily at her bedroom to notify her

her bedroom was

night. Where

Jared dashed out of Lyanna’s bedroom and headed straight for

already removed her top. Poison King’s eyes gleamed with suspense

Twenty years of work!” he proclaimed, his eyes

the effects of the aphrodisiac, she found the last traces of her resolve slipping from her