“What does it have to do with you? Let go of me!”
“It seems he's nothing to you.”
Behind her, the ghost's laughter turned suddenly sharp and sinister, as if it angered, “Then just wait for him to save you.”
With that, he began to unbutton her shirt, which terrified Xanthea so much that her pupils dilated in fear as she shrieked and struggled with all her might against him.
“Y-y-you, please don't be rash!”
“How much money do you want? Name your price, I can give you anything, just let me go!”
“I don't want money, I only want Ms. Nightshade, forever and ever.”
“You sick freak!”
Xanthea lowered her head, ready to bite his arm, when she caught a familiar faint scent of pine wood mixed with the crisp smell of melting snow. Could it be?
Before she could process it, the man forcefully spun her around and pushed her against the wall, his lips fiercely claiming hers.
Her tender lips, soft as rose petals, were deeply kissed. When the mask of the ghoulish guardian of the Queen's crown fell away, it revealed a strikingly handsome face beneath.
Orion?!
Was it really him?!
In an instant, her beautiful amber eyes widened with shock, anger, grievance, and the shyness of his fierce and stormy kiss.
The man's kiss was intense and possessive, like he had been holding back for ages and finally unleashed his desire. Xanthea, inexperienced, blushed heavily, almost breathless from the onslaught.
“Mmm. Ori.”
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