Chapter 81
Chapter 81
A smear of crimson lingered at the edges of both their lips.
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Julian’s eyes became even more lethal and unyielding. The streak of blood at the corner of his mouth only made him look more dangerous–like a devilishly handsome predator on the verge of baring his fangs.
At that moment, he looked like a vampire–elegant, lethal, and utterly terrifying.
Rosalie, in contrast, was sprawled at the edge of the bed with her injured leg. She couldn’t put weight on her foot, so she stretched her injured leg out, while her other foot pressed firmly against the mattress, forming a sharp angle.
The pose, combined with the oversized white shirt hanging loosely off her frame, made her look wild and effortlessly seductive.
The trace of blood still on her lips only added to the effect. Right now, she looked nothing like a furious woman who had just been manhandled. She looked like a debauched nobleman, fresh from a night of indulgence–languid, teasing, exuding an air of untamed arrogance.
Rosalie raised a hand, lazily wiping the blood off her lips with her thumb. Then she let out a low chuckle.
“Aw, what’s wrong? Can’t handle a little pushback?” Her chin lifted slightly, her gaze filled with taunting amusement.
The white shirt, already disheveled from their earlier struggle, slipped even lower off her shoulder. The careless way it hung on her frame was enough to make anyone’s blood run hot.
Julian narrowed his eyes, and said in a hoarse tone, his voice thick with warning. “Rosalie, you’re asking for it.”
She had no idea how dangerously enticing she looked right now.
But Rosalie completely misread his meaning. Hearing the threat in his tone, she simply let out another amused scoff, utterly unfazed.
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