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"You beast, what do you want to do to me?" Yan Wushuang struggled in his arms. The person she hated the most in her life was him. Even though the Celestial Empire had conquered the Great Yan Kingdom, nothing compared to her current hatred for the man before her.
"Hahaha... Woman, what you say is truly ridiculous. When a man and a woman are together, what else do you think they can do?" Rafas squinted his enchanting eyes, propping himself up and removing the bothersome Silver Mask from his face. The knife-like scars beneath it were clearly visible. She was afraid; she feared that his demonic face would make her tremble involuntarily.
Yan Wushuang turned her head away, unable to look at the scars on his face. Little did she know that she had committed a grave mistake. Rafas hated nothing more than when women looked away from his scars, as they were all caused by a woman. He had trusted her so much, yet she betrayed him at that moment. Women were not to be easily trusted; they were despicable creatures. He hated women even more, especially those who resembled her!
Rafas's anger gradually built up as he loosened his tie and grabbed her hands, tying them tightly to the headboard. Yan Wushuang was startled by his sudden action; she had merely tried to evade him for a moment, and in an instant, he had bound her roughly.
"What do you want? Let go of me... Ah!" Before she could finish speaking, he violently tore apart her pristine dress, exposing her smooth and delicate skin underneath. His demeanor grew increasingly terrifying as he transformed back into the beast that had roared on her body last night.
"Tell me, what is your name?" Rafas suddenly realized this question; it seemed he still did not know the name of this fragrant sweet treat. She still held some value for him, and for now, he did not wish to kill her.
"If you let me go, I will tell you my name; otherwise, you will never know it even if you die." With her hands tied to the headboard, as they spoke, the thin fabric of her clothing was nearly destroyed by him. Her snowy skin came into contact with the air, and due to her struggles, layers of fragrant sweat began to seep out, filling the room with an intoxicating scent that only intensified Rafas's desire.
How dare she threaten him? She still did not realize that she was not worthy of such a stance. Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered coldly, "Woman, you are not qualified to make a deal with me. I will make you obediently speak!"
His voice was extremely cold, and his gaze held a dark interest as he stood up before her, methodically removing his clothes one piece at a time while undressing her completely. Soon enough, their bodies faced each other openly; the game was about to begin.
"Get away from me, you bastard! Don't come near me..." Yan Wushuang's hands were tied with a tie to the headboard, leaving her unable to move. She could only kick at him desperately with her feet, but her efforts seemed ineffective against him as he seized one of her delicate feet.
Rafas pressed down on her body, igniting his primal heat. In the fragrant room, he looked at this woman who was maddeningly alluring. With one hand pinning her down, he leaned down and bit into her snowy shoulder. The crimson blood flowed freely from the wound, exciting him immensely.
"Ah... It hurts! You beastly villain! I hate you! I curse you to never die a good death!" A cry of pain escaped her lips; this man was simply a pervert. A fiery pain shot through her right shoulder, causing her to cry out helplessly. The Princess Wushuang had been pampered by her father and Empress since childhood; when had she ever been treated like this?
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