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Bloodthirsty Man felt invigorated by the sight of the crimson blood, a smirk on his lips stained with her essence, completely disregarding any concerns for others. He clamped down on her lips, arrogantly thrusting his tongue into her mouth, the metallic scent of blood tainting her lips. He was indeed a devil from hell—bloodthirsty and cruel. She truly wanted to rip out his heart to see if it was as black as his soul or made of stone, devoid of feeling.
“Mmm…” She struggled, detesting his taste and resisting everything about him, but this man showed no signs of letting her go. His Daphne's Tongue entwined with hers, tightly wrapping around each other, causing her to whimper in pain.
His large hand roamed over her delicate skin, suffocating in its intensity. Each time he touched her, he left behind a layer of crimson that bore his scent, covering her entirely.
Releasing her lips, he slid downwards, teasing her relentlessly. He wanted her to submit and tell him what her name was.
“Please… I beg you to let me go. I promise I won’t defy you again. I’ll tell you my name; just don’t treat me like this anymore, please…” Yan Wushuang had had enough of this torment. She was exhausted, both physically and mentally drained from his relentless torture. She pleaded with him, crying out repeatedly, but the man above her showed no intention of relenting, driving her deeper into despair.
This woman truly intrigued him; he lingered over her perfect and delicate form. He adored the sensation—the smoothness of her skin and the exquisite curves that had him hooked. No one could stop him from wanting her.
“Now you realize you should beg me? Let me tell you—it’s too late.”
Rafas smirked coldly, lowering his gaze to meet hers. He looked into her tear-filled eyes and asked in a chilling tone, “Tell me, what is your name?”
“Ah… no…” She couldn’t take it anymore; her bound hands struggled against the headboard. If only heaven would grant her a chance to choose again, she would never have listened to General Longze that day and chosen to part ways with him. Perhaps then she wouldn’t have ended up in this strange world or encountered this terrifying demon!
“Hmm…” Rafas let out a satisfied grunt. No woman had ever made him feel this way before; she was the first but certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“Tell me your name. If you continue to resist me, there will be a second man, a third man, or even more who will enjoy you. Think carefully—you have three seconds to respond. If I count to one and you haven’t answered me, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” With that, he began counting down: three, two, one…
“Yan Wushuang, my name is Yan Wushuang…” Before he could finish his sentence, a poetic name reached his ears. He looked at her skeptically as if she had just made it up on the spot to deceive him.
Looking into his eyes, Wushuang guessed that he surely did not believe her. Enduring the violent impacts beneath her, she added, "I am the princess of the Great Yan Kingdom, bestowed with the name Wushuang by my father, which signifies that I am the Princess Wushuang of the Great Yan Kingdom!"
"Hahaha..." Rafas let out a cold laugh. It seemed she really was a bit out of her mind. However, since she claimed this was her name, so be it; from now on, she would be his exclusive slave.
His laughter grew more unrestrained and chilling, sending shivers down her spine. As he released her wrists, a layer of dark red marks appeared clearly on her fair skin. She had no time to heal before he forcibly turned her body down.
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