บททั้งหมดของ THE TYRANT'S CONTRACT BRIDE: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

A soft, needy moan escaped Serena as Knox's tongue delved past her lips to taste her, to plunder the warm depths of her mouth with deep, devouring strokes that left her dizzy and aching for more of his exquisite torment. However, her eyes went wide with fear when she felt the thick, heavy weight of his huge bulge pressing insistently against the softness of her belly. Undulating against her in a silent promise of the delicious impalement to come should she allow it. A tremor of trepidation mingled with longing shivered through Serena. "Wait, I can't...I'm still too sore from last night," she muttered in a panic against his lips, her words emerging on a breathless whimper of protest undermined by the yearning throb between her thighs. Knox broke the intense kiss with obvious reluctance and leveled her with a look so predatory it nearly stopped her heart. "I don’t plan on taking you again, firecracker. You won’t survive another round." Serena let out a shaky breath and blu

Serena's mind was in absolute turmoil, unable to stop replaying Knox's jaw-dropping question from earlier in the bathroom. She had tried repeatedly to get him to explain what he meant by that. But the man had stubbornly avoided giving her a straight answer no matter how much she prodded and pushed after that mind-meltingly hot, passionate kiss.‘Seriously, what did he mean by that?’ she had asked herself for what felt like the hundredth time."Don't worry about it. Focus on getting ready for brunch." This was the only response she got from him after her incessant questioning. Serena’s thoughts were an absolute muddled, chaotic mess ever since he had so nonchalantly dropped that crazy bombshell on her. Part of her desperately kept wanting to believe that Knox had just been trying to feel her out or test her reaction to something along those lines - maybe get a sense of her boundaries when it came to that kind of thing in the bedroom. However, another part of her couldn't shake

Killian's hands flew up to his throat in a frantic, instinctive motion. His fingers clawed desperately, trying to pry off the unseen, malevolent force that was gradually crushing his windpipe. His eyes bulged in their sockets, looking wild with terror as his face rapidly took on a deeply alarming shade. Harsh, ragged wheezes were the only sounds he could force out. Each one sounded more labored than the last while his body suddenly rose from his seat and was suspended several feet in the air by the same power. A black miasma began swirling around Killian's struggling form. Tendrils of mist coiled tightly around his limbs and torso, restraining him while they sapped away his strength. The lavish dining room had fallen into a shocked, breathless hush. Every eye was fixed in stunned horror on the dreadful scene playing out before them. Crystal glasses trembled on the table, their contents rippling furiously as if in sympathy with Killian's plight. The adorned chandeliers sway

Enzo's commanding presence instantly drew every eye in the room, including those of President Bolting and his daughter Serena. An oppressive hush fell over the gathered crowd as all attention became focused on the imposing figure before them. He wasn't alone though - accompanying him was the equally intimidating Meredith. Her statuesque frame exuded the same untamed aura of raw power and danger that seemed to swirl around Enzo like a force field. Enzo lifted one of his massive hands as he prepared to unleash the full brunt of his own supernatural powers to shatter Knox's grip over Killian. But something totally unexpected and inexplicable happened. A strange, shimmering golden glow began to emit from Killian's body, spreading rapidly across his skin until it exploded outward in a blinding bright light. The force of the blast was a volcanic, deafening boom of released energy that reverberated like rolling thunder, shaking the very foundation of the building. It was

President Bolting's gaze remained transfixed on Enzo without blinking even for a second as a myriad of emotions played across his features. The lines etched deep around his eyes and mouth seemed to deepen as memories from years past flooded back, overwhelming him with their intensity. Part of him felt an immense surge of gratitude toward this mysterious, powerful man who had quite literally saved his family all those years ago when they were at their most desperate and vulnerable. If not for Enzo's timely intervention, who knows what terrible fate may have befallen his beloved wife and their two unborn children? The thought sent a chill down President Bolting's spine even now. He could still vividly recall the crushing despair and hopelessness that had consumed him back then, when it seemed all was lost. And then Enzo had appeared like some dark guardian angel, offering salvation when he had all but given up hope.Yet another part of the President felt a creeping sense of tre