Warlock Ch 202. I Will Burn The World For You
"And the mission?" he pressed, his voice low. "Your throne, your power—are those just distractions? What's your real goal, Victoria?"
Her smile returned, faint and enigmatic. "You," she said simply.
Damian narrowed his eyes, her calm deanor grating on his nerves. "So, you admit that you tricked ?" he scoffed, his voice low and edged with frustration.
Victoria tilted her head, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusent. "Yes… and no," she replied smoothly. "Yes, because I could have asked soone else for help. But no…" She leaned in slightly, her voice softening. "Because I do need your help. I guess that makes it even, doesn't it?"
Damian's jaw clenched. He hated how effortlessly she danced around the truth, how she always seed one step ahead. "Right," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Even. Sure." His gaze hardened, his mind racing with possibilities. "But since you said you'd burn the world for , I want to see how serious you are about it."
He didn't give her ti to respond. Instead, he took a calculated risk, raising a hand to caress her cheek. His fingers brushed against her skin lightly at first, trailing down the side of her face with deliberate slowness. His gaze shifted, darker now, filled with sothing sharp and dangerous.
Victoria didn't pull away. If anything, she leaned into his touch, her smile deepening.
"Maybe you knew as a Casanova before," Damian murmured, his voice low and teasing. "But let tell you sothing, Victoria. I was… very rough on the bed."
He watched her closely, expecting her to flinch, to falter, to show so sign that she wasn't as unshakable as she pretended to be. But instead, Victoria's eyes lit up with sothing he hadn't anticipated—excitent.
Her smile widened. "Do your worst," she said, her tone almost daring him.
Damian blinked, his composure faltering for just a fraction of a second. 'Seriously? 'he thought, his mind scrambling to catch up. 'This woman's insane.' But then, as her words sank in, his grin returned, slow and wicked.
"Right," he said, nodding to himself as if convincing himself of what he was about to do. 'I'll give her what she wants.'
He moved quickly, his hand slipping from her cheek to her neck. His grip was firm, not enough to hurt but enough to make his presence undeniable. Victoria didn't resist—instead, she tilted her head slightly, giving him full access as her gaze bore into his.
Damian leaned in, his mouth hovering just inches from hers. His breath ghosted over her lips, deliberately slow, teasing. "You really want to do this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Victoria's answer was imdiate and unyielding. "Yes," she said, her tone unwavering.
Damian smirked. "Fine. But let make sothing clear." His free hand trailed down to her waist, pulling her closer. "If you're serious about being my partner, you'd better be prepared. I don't play gas."
She chuckled softly, her voice laced with amusent. "Neither do I, Damian. Or should I say… Kaelan?"
Her use of the na sent a chill down his spine, but he didn't let it show. Instead, he leaned in further, closing the gap between them. If this was what she wanted, he'd give it to her—but on his terms.
His lips t hers. The kiss was fierce, unrelenting, filled with the kind of intensity that felt like a battle as much as it did an embrace. Damian's grip on her neck tightened just slightly, enough to assert control without crossing the line.
Victoria responded in kind, her hands finding their way to his shoulders as she pressed herself against him. Her movents were deliberate, calculated, but there was a rawness to her actions that hinted at sothing deeper.
'She's not just doing this for power,' Damian realized, a flicker of understanding cutting through his focus. 'This is personal.'
Damian's heart pounded in his chest, but he didn't let her words distract him. He couldn't forget who she was—what she was capable of. This could still be a trap, a ploy to lower his guard.
But as he looked at her, her walls seemingly stripped away, he saw no deceit. Just obsession.
'She's dangerous,' he thought. 'But so am I.'
He grinned, his earlier doubts replaced by a reckless confidence. "You're playing a risky ga," he said, his voice low. "But if you think I'll go easy on you…" He trailed off, his grip on her neck tightening slightly for emphasis.
Her smile didn't waver. "I wouldn't want you to," she replied.
Damian chuckled darkly. "Good. Then let's see if you're ready for this."
He moved swiftly, grabbing Victoria's wrist roughly and pulling her toward him. With a forceful twist, he threw her onto the bed, his movents precise but not reckless. The confident grin on his face only grew wider as he stood over her, towering like a predator who had just cornered his prey.
"Because I'm also sick of playing the good boy," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous edge.
Victoria didn't look alard. Quite the opposite. She looked thrilled. Her crimson eyes sparkled with excitent, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she propped herself up on her elbows. She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, her gaze trailing over Damian's fra like he was a feast laid out just for her.
Damian let his cloak slide off his shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor with a soft thud. His shirt hung loosely, a few buttons already undone, teasing a glimpse of his well-defined chest. But he didn't remove it completely—because, deep down, he knew better than to trust anyone fully. 'This could still be an ambush,' he reminded himself.
Victoria sat up slightly, her hand lifting toward him, her fingers reaching for his chest.
But Damian was faster. He grabbed her wrist mid-air, his grip firm but not painful. "Not your turn yet," he said, his voice low and commanding.
Her response was imdiate and shocking. She smiled—and obeyed.
Victoria, the vampire queen, a woman of imnse power and status, who could command legions with a re glance, obeyed him without hesitation…
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