My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace novel Chapter 27

Was she talking?

Orion tilted his head slightly, a look of confusion evident on his face.

Xanthea couldn't help but find the gesture endearing, especially since the man standing before her was nearly six-foot-three, with a physique rivaling that of an international supermodel, and was clad only in a loosely draped bathrobe. His cold, executive demeanor mixed with such an innocent expression was both jarring and adorable.

She only saw the cuteness, completely missing the sinister twist in his deep eyes that flashed the moment she spoke.

In reality, even hearing her speak was a luxury. In his mind, could he not take control? Indulge in those dark, hidden desires that haunted him day and night.

With a swift motion, he pulled her from the closet. Xanthea was surprised by how effortlessly his strong arms lifted her—she weighed about 130 pounds, after all. Clearly, he was the same man who had effortlessly dealt with Matthew on the rooftop.

"Thanks, you're really strong, those muscles aren't just for show, huh?"

Just as Xanthea was about to give him a thumbs up, she suddenly found herself dizzy and tumbling onto the large bed.

Orion didn't just lay her down as she had imagined. Instead, like a predator that had been lurking in the jungle, he pinned her down with fierce determination, trapping her limbs beneath him.

Her curvaceous figure sank into the soft bed, her hair disheveled, and her V-neck slightly open— a stark contrast against the wine-red sheets, sparking a predatory glint in his dark eyes.

All he could see was her stunning face and alluring body, driving him to madness with each beautiful curve.

"Orion, what are you—"

Her words were cut off as the brooding man leaned down and captured her lips fiercely.

"MMpph. Mm!"