Villain Ch 1623. Hot-blooded Chaos Incarnate
Allen turned to them, eyes half-lidded, a smirk still tugging the edge of his mouth. Blood still dripped from his blade. His wings spread slightly, glowing faint with crimson mist, the aura of a monster not yet done playing.
"I don't mind dancing with you guys here," he said, voice low, almost teasing.
Larissa stepped forward, hips swaying like sin incarnate, her gaze locked on his. She didn't even try to hide the hunger in her eyes.
"Then prove it," she whispered, tilting her chin up, lips dangerously close to his.
Allen didn't speak. He let the blade dissolve into mist, reaching for her waist with one hand—his touch cool, but electric. His other hand slid behind her neck, drawing her closer, breath brushing her lips.
Larissa's heart pounded. This wasn't the golden retriever version of Allen anymore. This was the one that made her legs shake with a single look.
