Chapter 3: 003: The Man with the Mask (3)
Translator: 549690339
He's not a vampire, why would he bite her neck!?
"Hiss..." As she pondered, a deeper bite on her neck caused Tara Summer to grit her teeth in pain. Just as she was about to flare up, she heard the man's low husky, captivating voice drift to her, "Tastes good, you'll do…"
What? A buzz in her head, she hadn't yet reacted when she felt her body lighten, the man lifted his imposing body, his large hand gripped her collar fiercely tearing at it.
Rip, Tara watched in horror as her white shirt was torn open!
The man was like a beast, his eyes red and each movement vicious, showing no mercy, he seemed to have lost rationality.
Tara was already stunned, unable to utter a word, her body stiffened gradually, trembling slightly.
The man's blood-red eyes darkened a degree more, his large hand venturing onto her clothes...
"Let me go! You pervert! Beast!" As the man was about to tear off her buttons, Tara woke up from her stupor, she thrashed about like a madwoman, trying to break free from his control.
However, her prideful strength seemed to lack any effect on the man. His tall and towering body imperceptibly pressuring her, rendering her immobile.
Gaining some freedom for her hands, she forcefully gripped his arms, surprised to find his arms muscular. For petite her, probably both hands couldn't even encompass them!
The gap in physical strength sank her heart to the bottom, she realized bitterly, she definitely won't be able to escape from this man tonight.
The more she thought about it, the less willing she was to accept it. Tara raised her hand to grab the man's mask, she wanted to pull the mask off and see his face. At this moment her only thought was, if she was to lose her dignity, she at least wanted to know who took it from her!
Against her wishes, just as her hand was about to touch his mask, the man yanked hard, completely ripping off her buttons.
"Bastard!" How dare you take liberties with me!?
Tara yelled, hysterically punching and kicking. In the midst of the struggle, she accidentally pulled off the buttons from the man's black shirt. Several glittering diamond buttons popped off and fell to the ground.
Under the moonlight, she clearly saw the man's robust chest, his sturdy chest muscle reflecting a bronze glow, mirroring his wild aura, impossible to ignore, impossible to look away.
What stunned her most was the tattoo on his chest, a combination of a dragon and a beast consuming his entire left chest and shoulder. It faintly radiated a golden light in the dim, gloomy room. If stared at for too long, it was blinding.
The blood-red eyes on the tattoo, exactly like the man's, sinful, swirling, just one look and one would become entranced...
For a moment, Tara was in a daze, she stopped struggling, gazing at the tattoo on the man's chest, overwhelmed, her breath stuck in her throat.
The man also suddenly stopped his invasive actions, he looked down, his eyebrows furrowed, his thin lips curling up with a hint of a cold smile.
"There's only one consequence for women who have seen my body..." His lips grazed her slender neck, his cold voice gave Tara a shiver, "But I like your taste, you can choose how you die."
The way the man spoke, it was as if him allowing her to die was a divine favor, and how she dies was a charity.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone