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Chapter 1 The Dangerous Mr. Moore

In the pitch-black room, the guy's hot body pinned Elizabeth down.

Before she could even react, her arms and legs were already trapped.

He took her earlobe into his mouth and whispered in a raspy voice, "You came to me willingly."

She gritted her teeth, "Are you out of your mind?"

She had barely escaped with a hurt palm, so she was no match for him. All her struggles just turned into foreplay.

He pressed against her, his hard-on already pushing against her lower belly. Realizing something was off, she tried to get away, but it was too late.

The room was completely dark, and she was pinned on the couch. Her long hair was all over the place, and her camisole got ripped off.

He leaned in, dropping hot kisses from her chest, sparking a fire. Elizabeth couldn't fight back because he had her lower body pinned.

Her body was too tempting for him, especially under the influence of an aphrodisiac. Her sudden appearance was like an antidote for him.

The foreplay ended abruptly, giving way to an icy shock as Elizabeth felt her panties being ripped away. His hardened desire pressed insistently against her, and with no escape in sight, she resigned herself, her last bit of resistance dissolving into the thick darkness.

He was clearly excited, grabbing her waist and thrusting into her! The sudden, sharp intrusion sent a jolt of pain through her, almost drawing a cry from her lips, but she bit down hard to stifle it. He leaned down to kiss her again.

"First time?" he asked.

Elizabeth didn't want to answer him.

He wasn't gentle, ignoring the fact that she hadn't adjusted to his size, and started moving right away. Each deep thrust made her involuntarily moan. After the initial pain, pleasure took over, and she started responding, almost going crazy.

The room was filled with the sounds of their entanglement; he moved with increasing urgency. The action on the couch didn't stop for a long time, as he kept going tirelessly.

Without water to cleanse the aftermath, everything remained inside her, leaving the couch a chaotic mess of their passion. Elizabeth's throat grew hoarse from her cries and moans, while an uncomfortable stickiness clung to her.

He finally stopped only when the first light of dawn crept into the room, the aphrodisiac's potent grip beginning to fade. He sobered up, turning over to hold the exhausted and sleeping Elizabeth in his arms. Seeing the marks on her smooth skin, he kissed her gently.

"It's okay, stay with me from now on," he said.

The bloodstain from her first time on the couch was obvious. Her inexperience and moans were irresistible; he had never been so captivated by a woman, thinking he should be responsible for her.

Now holding her slender body, he could see her breasts when he looked down, and his desire rose again. Elizabeth was clearly at her limit, so he forced himself to hold back, pulling her closer.

It was only after he fell asleep, his steady breathing filling the room, that Elizabeth finally opened her eyes. She hadn't slept at all!

Dragging her aching and exhausted body, she picked up her clothes from the floor and, without hesitation, bit down hard on his chest!

The man, just fallen asleep, woke up with a start, staring in disbelief at the bloody bite marks on his chest. He had never been hurt like this by anyone.

He even thought, if he hadn't taken the dagger from her last night, it wouldn't have been just a bite!

Elizabeth had already slipped into his shirt, ready to leave, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Returning the favor, here's your blood."

The blood trickled down his chest, mingling with the blood from her first time on the sofa.

This guy was too dangerous. If Elizabeth had a dagger, she should have killed him before leaving.

She thought, 'What a pity. Never meeting again, they would be even.'

Wearing his shirt, she found the hotel manager and effortlessly drove away in his Rolls-Royce, revving the engine as she left.

The sky was already bright. The man got up, put on his pants and walked out with a sullen face. The manager, just back from seeing Elizabeth off, saw his bare upper body and the bleeding bite marks, legs going weak with fear.

"Mr. Moore, was it that girl?"

This Matthew Moore was someone no one in Solterra dared to offend, his power unimaginable; he had never been injured like this in his life!

Thinking it was a woman who did it, he was really frustrated!

The doctor arrived quickly to treat his wound.

Matthew clenched a small amulet pendant picked up from the corner of the sofa, engraved with the letter "E".

He ordered coldly, "Send people to find her immediately. You have one day; I want to see her!"

Everyone in the lobby moved out!

However, there was no news for the next two days.

Elizabeth, who had already escaped Solterra, had just entered Verdantia.

Several handsome young men were already waiting for her. She endured her discomfort, walking over to give them a chip.

"Going back together?" The most delicate-featured man in front stared at her, unable to help asking. "You've been there for three years."

Elizabeth shook her head. "I still have things to do. Keep this safe. If it's lost, the whole of Verdantia will be in danger."

The man sighed, nodding. "Don't worry, I'll protect this chip with my life."

The few men bowed respectfully. Elizabeth left gracefully without looking back, waving her hand behind her.

After leaving their sight, Elizabeth leaned against a tree, legs weak. She still hadn't recovered from her encounter with Matthew two days ago.

She took a deep breath, unable to shake the feel of Matthew's abs and strong body from her mind.

Elizabeth couldn't help but recall the scene when she met him that day.

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