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Rafas traced a circle on her snow-white arm. This fragrant female body, no matter how many times he had taken her or looked at her, never felt tiresome.
The bloodstains on his back had not fully healed yet, and Rafas avoided her wounds as he stepped in front of her. Seeing her aggrieved expression made him feel quite displeased; she was once again feeling wronged and longing for that general to rescue her.
"Why are you crying? You should feel lucky, lucky that I didn't kill you, lucky that others exchanged their lives for your survival!" He pinched her chin, forcing her to look up at him.
His words pierced Wushuang's heart. She would rather die than have innocent people lose their lives for her sake. This man had no heart, no lungs; he was a madman's demon, the worst and cruelest villain in the world!
"What do you want in order to let my grandfather go?" She understood his intention; it was merely to make her submit and obey him.
Rafas leaned in and kissed her cheek. The intoxicating fragrance enveloped him, penetrating into his body. He needed her to extinguish this burning desire.
"Good girl, you should know what I want from you!" A breath of warm air brushed against her cheek as ambiguous words rang in her ears. Rafas took off his coat and sat on the edge of the bed, waiting to see how she would respond.
She understood; of course, she knew what he meant. But as a princess of a nation, how could she do something so degrading? She didn't want to seduce a man; she was unwilling—one hundred percent unwilling. But if she didn't comply, wouldn't that mean harm would come to the grandfather who had helped her?
Wushuang dared not think further. Looking at the man by the bed, he had already removed the Silver Mask from his right cheek with his long fingers. The deep scar beneath the mask made her want to retreat.
"Well? Have you thought it through?" Seeing her still standing there motionless, he urged her impatiently.
With no other choice, Wushuang slowly moved closer to him. Looking into his desire-filled eyes, she asked, "Do you keep your word? What if you're just trying to deceive me?"
"Haha..." Her words amused Rafas: "Baby, do you think I need to deceive you? Even if I were deliberately lying to you, what could you do about it?"
"I... Since I can't save those innocent people who died for me, I'll use my life to compensate them. If this life isn't enough, then in the next life, I'll repay them one by one!" She had already lost all dignity and purpose in living this life. If her death could make up even a little for the debts she owed in this life, she would rather end it all right now.
"Die... Do you think that dying will set you free? Let me tell you, darling, even if you die, I can turn you into a living specimen, allowing you to comfort those disciples who have fought for me!" Rafas's lips curled into a cold, sinister smile; this thought could keep her by his side for a lifetime.
Unlike Rafas's smugness, Wushuang was frozen in fear by his words. A living specimen—this was the first time she had heard such a terrifying concept. She did not want to be made into a specimen; she did not want to suffer that inhumane humiliation even after death.
Tears welled up in her eyes and fell one by one. With stiff hands, she reached out to unbutton his shirt. Rafas watched her with satisfaction, all his desires already stirred. As he removed his shirt, his muscular chest was revealed, and his tanned skin showcased his health and strength.
Wushuang crouched down and unfastened the belt around his waist. Rafas cooperated as she pulled down his Armani trousers. She was stunned; he was so...
"Darling, how do you like what you see? Are you enjoying it?" Rafas teased her with a wicked smile as he looked down at her, who was crouching with a hesitant expression. Any woman who saw him would feel excitement, but her gaze seemed more filled with fear.
Wushuang turned her face away, unable to look any longer. What should she do next? What was she supposed to do?
Rafas patiently awaited her next move. After much hesitation, Wushuang placed her arm on his shoulder...
The bare contact and her inexperienced actions made Rafas feel like he was about to explode with desire. Wushuang gazed into his lust-filled eyes and slowly pressed her lips against his, mimicking how he had kissed her before, letting Daphne's Tongue enter his mouth and timidly touching his domineering tongue.
Oh my... this feeling was simply too wonderful. Wushuang wrapped her arms around his neck, softly and slowly kissing him with her inexperienced lips. Rafas reveled in her enchanting performance; this woman would never leave his side for the rest of his life.
Rafas passionately embraced her slender waist; her taste was indescribably delightful. However, in a moment of carelessness, he applied too much force and accidentally touched the scars on her back, causing Wushuang to frown and let out a soft gasp... Ah!
"What’s wrong?" Rafas asked with concern upon hearing her soft cry while he was lost in the pleasure of her intoxicating taste.
With tears in her eyes and still holding onto his neck, Wushuang replied in a pitiful whisper, "It hurts; you touched the scars on my back!"
Rafas thought something was wrong, but it turned out to be this. Most of the scars on her back had already scabbed over, but he had been so lost in the moment that he forgot about her injuries. He wanted to hold her tighter, even wishing to pull her into his body.
Considering she had performed well today, Rafas treated her especially gently. However, he knew he could not continue playing with her like this; if he did, it would be dangerous for him.
“Hold me tight, or if you fall to the ground later, don’t blame me,” he warned her lightly with a laugh. Wushuang obediently wrapped her arms around him tighter, and Rafas moved his hands away from her back to avoid hurting her again.
“Call my name… call me Lefas… good… baby, hurry and call…” Wushuang was in immense pain while Rafas felt an unparalleled joy.
“Wuwuwu… Lefas… Lefas… please…” Her voice was so beautiful that it sounded like bells in his ears, driving him further into madness.
Wushuang cried with tears streaming down her face as she leaned on his shoulder. Her wounds and pain were something no one could understand; she could only silently swallow them deep inside.
“Baby… my baby, say it, say you won’t betray me, that you won’t leave me, hurry…” Rafas had gone mad. He had become addicted to this disobedient little thing and wanted to possess her completely for a lifetime.
Wushuang cried out in pain, pleading for him to spare her again and again. Her small hands tried to push him away, but the soft strength she had was utterly useless against him; it was just a waste of energy.
No matter how much he begged, Wushuang refused to speak. To ask her not to leave him or betray him was a delusion! She dreamed of escaping from here, far away from him. She would rather die than stay unless she were amnesiac or insane!
Rafas picked her up and laid her down on the bed. For an unknown amount of time, the room echoed with her hoarse cries of pain until beautiful twilight appeared in the sky, finally bringing calmness to the room.
Yan Wushuang lay on her side as he held her tightly from behind and lightly kissed her cheek. The release he had just experienced let out all the pent-up desire accumulated over several days; however, he would never be satisfied with her.
“My Wushuang, I know you’re not asleep. I’m very pleased with your performance today. I promise I won’t touch that old guy for now. But you better remember: if there’s a next time, it won’t just be one person who dies!” He always kept his word, but regarding that old guy, he hadn’t planned to take his life just yet.
Wushuang knew that if he said he could do it, he would definitely follow through. She nodded lightly; for now, she could only comply with him because the jade pendant was in his hands. As long as she could get the pendant, there would be a chance to leave once again.
In the most luxurious villa by the sea, Smith Annie lay lazily on the sofa, listening to the report from someone sent out to investigate. As expected, she had said there was no way Rafas would suddenly ignore her and leave; there was indeed a woman involved!
"Wat, who is that woman? Have you found out?" The man who dared to take her, Smith Annie's, attention—did that woman want to die?
"Miss, that woman has been locked up in the castle by Rafas. She isn't even allowed to go out the front door. I also heard that on the day of your wedding, that woman tried to escape but was caught and brought back home. Because of this incident, Rafas killed the housekeeper Mary who was responsible for watching over her and almost beat that woman to death. If Faisal and the others hadn't arrived in time to stop it, she would have definitely been killed!" The man reported everything he knew to Smith Annie.
Such a strange situation? Smith Annie was momentarily confused. According to Wat, that woman seemed very eager to leave Lefas's side, yet Lefas wouldn't let her go and kept her locked in that castle. So she had attempted to escape on her wedding day. If that were true, as long as she helped that woman get far away, Lefas would belong solely to her.
"Wat, try to find a way to sneak into the castle and make contact with that woman. Understand what kind of person she is and what her relationship with Lefas is—get all the details!" Rafas was Smith Annie's husband; he could only be hers.
"Yes, Miss!" The man nodded respectfully before leaving the villa, planning how to sneak into the castle to gather information for her.
Wat had come from England with Smith Annie; Smith Will had sent him to protect her. Just when Annie needed to investigate this matter, Wat was the best choice.
She was very curious about what kind of woman could captivate a man like Rafas so completely. Was she more beautiful than herself? Did she understand men's needs better than she did?
Yan Wushuang's wounds couldn't touch water; bathing every day was her biggest headache. In the first few days when that man was abroad, the maids helped her. However, these past few days, whenever he was in the castle, he never left her side.
In the bathroom, Rafas brought a towel and wrapped her up while carrying her back to the big bed. As long as she could hold on for two more days, her wounds would basically be fine. The ointment developed by Shouya was applied daily; after two days of peeling, her skin would return to its perfect state without any trace of the whip marks left behind.
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