Chapter 74 His Hungry Breath
Chapter 74 His Hungry Breath
Sarah
It's scary to look at him. At his steely, icy face, devoid of pity. At his deep, bestial eyes, seeking only to kill. Shawn Romano has changed. It hasn't been that long, but yeah... he's unrecognizable.
He exudes coldness and darkness. He's changed his image and hairstyle. He's become like some kind of demon who prefers never to smile, wears only dark clothes, and sows chaos everywhere.
I didn't expect him to nab me here, though the likelihood was high. Someone tipped him off. Someone ratted me out! It's obvious.
And how desperately I hoped he'd already forgotten about me. After all, four long months have passed.
"I've put a generous reward on your pretty head, witch!" He growled. "That is..."
At that very moment, Shawn confirms my suspicions that I was betrayed by my own kind.
"Ira... Sound familiar?" He laughs loudly, in a terrifying, ominous voice that makes me uneasy. I feel like I've descended into hell. I've sunk underground. Less than a minute left before the devils burn me alive!
I'm acting on emotion and spontaneity. My legs are free! I'm about to knee him in the groin, but if he dodges, I feel like my death will be long and painful. Then I swing with all my might and stomp hard on his boot with the heel of my boot.
But he doesn't blink, his nostrils just flare like a fire-breathing dragon. "Oh, come on!"
I wish I'd kicked him in the groin...Because what happened next was something I never expected from him. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting.
Waiting for a response, expecting a counterattack, but...he presses down on me harder. His hands land on my cheekbones, pressing hard and commandingly, dominating.
He looks into my eyes so terrifyingly that, looking into them, I experience all the circles of hell. Here, on earth. A hell that he personally promises to inflict on me right now.
Shawn breathes rapidly and hoarsely. Hot streams of air burn my cheeks, the tip of my nose, and my lips. I tremble like a maple leaf in his strong arms, especially when I feel his hungry breath on my lips.
And immediately, I look at his lips. So full, luscious, so devilishly beautiful. Damned, alluring, the best lips in the world, damn them!
And at that very moment, his exceptional, so familiar scent plunges me headlong, as if into the Mariana Trench, to the very bottom. I'm scared, I'm shaking, I'm dying of terror! But at the same time, I realize I'm aroused by his warmth, his scent, his rough touch.
It's so intense that I can't help but feel a warmth between my legs and a sweet pulsation in my lower abdomen.
A strange silence and tension coursed through our bodies like a pulsating shudder as they pressed against each other. Shawn caught my gaze. He saw me frozen on his lips, motionless, and unconsciously licking my lips with the tip of my tongue.
Something glittered in the dark ice. The glitter quickly brought me back to my senses, because I was even more frightened. It was as if he'd transformed into a beast, planning to devour me! Tear me to pieces!
My heart skipped a beat when Shawn suddenly brushed the tears from my pale cheeks with his thumbs, yanked me sharply, and… kissed me hard on the lips.
What?
A kiss?
Has he gone crazy!
Or is he just getting too brazen!!!
I moaned softly, and Shawn pressed me even harder, his tongue working harder, penetrating deeper and deeper. Wet, hot, frantic. It made my eyes sparkle and my heart throb!
Scoundrel!
What a crazy, abnormal, shameless scoundrel!
He kisses me in the middle of the street in front of everyone, especially his subordinates. And they stand there like imperturbable rocks, their expressions stony.
It seems Shawn is punishing me in this humiliating way. He's decided to publicly torture and bite my wretched mouth.
Kiss the enemy!
Truly, this is the most terrible punishment!
Worse than the electric chair...
I thought he was a pervert! Even back when he got me drunk on his damn wine and dragged me to bed! Hiding behind the pretense that he simply lost it when he wanted to comfort me.
I hiss, twitch, resist, but his grip is too tight! His touch burns, his kiss stings worse than a bee's sting. He drinks me like the devil drinks the soul of a sinner, mocking me all the while.
I'm shocked... I don't understand what kind of cruel game Shawn Romano is playing with me!
Bastard.
Scoundrel!
Unfeeling monster!
Did he decide to mock me before he died?
He found me to kill me, just like he threatened... To strangle me personally!
He kisses me even more vigorously, pushing his tongue deeper and more forcefully. The kiss is so wet and aggressive that I quickly weaken, and my muscles turn to cotton wool.
I feel like I'm about to foolishly succumb to temptation!
Because I suddenly feel so hot and sweet...