Dark Lord Seduction System: Taming Wives, Daughters, Aunts, and CEOs novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: The Bride Last Night 2

The kiss started gentle, a brush of lips that carried champagne and desperation, rebellion and promise. But Amanda had been starving for real passion for so long that gentle lasted maybe three seconds before she was clinging to me with the urgency of someone who’d just rediscovered oxygen.

"Fuck," she gasped against my mouth, fisting the front of my shirt with surprising strength. "I’d forgotten it could feel like this."

"Like what?"

"Like my entire body is on fire and the only thing that can save me is more."

I guided her backward, step by step, toward the bedroom Harold had decorated like a catalogue version of romance. Rose petals on silk sheets, candles arranged with pathetic precision—a desperate man’s idea of seduction. Amanda didn’t even notice. Her focus was entirely on me.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, giving her the last chance to stop before we crossed the line that would obliterate her old life.

Underneath, Amanda wasn’t bare—she was strategically armed. Midnight-blue lingerie clung to her body with devastating precision: a lace bra that framed her breasts like art on display, sheer panels leaving just enough to imagination, and matching panties that traced the curve of her hips with cruel elegance.

She stood there in nothing, but the negligee silk, lace, and the engagement ring Harold had slipped on her finger. The diamond caught the candlelight like a cheap bribe, sparkling desperately against skin that promised more than Harold could ever afford.

Amanda didn’t cover herself. Didn’t hesitate. She offered herself up like a goddess dressed for war, every inch of lace a reminder that she hadn’t come here to be worshiped—she’d come to be claimed.

Amanda didn’t flinch. Didn’t cover herself. Didn’t retreat. She looked like a goddess who’d finally remembered her own power.

"I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life," she said, her voice steady despite the shaking of her hands. Her eyes burned with desperate clarity. "Show me what I’ve been missing."

I let my enhanced form fully manifest—six-foot-three of supernatural perfection, every line of my body radiating power that made Amanda’s breath stutter in her throat.

Her eyes widened, pupils blown wide with awe and raw anticipation. "My God..." she whispered, reaching out to trace the definition of my chest through my shirt as if confirming I was real. "You’re even more incredible than I imagined."

"You’ve been imagining?"

Amanda’s laugh was a low, hungry thing. "Ever since Margaret introduced us, I haven’t been able to think about anything else. Do you know what it’s like to finally meet someone who makes you remember what desire feels like?"

I shed my Tom Ford jacket, each discarded layer pulling Amanda’s gaze tighter, syncing her breathing to mine like she was tethered to my pulse.

"Tell me," I said, my enhanced voice carrying the kind of command that turned confession into compulsion.

Her hands roamed the cut of my physique with reverent fascination. "It’s like waking up from a dream you thought was happiness, only to realize you were just sleepwalking through your own life. Harold touches me like I’m porcelain treasure he’ll use to gain favors from my family... nothing more than a ticket to a Miami’s powerful family, breakable. But you..." She swallowed, voice trembling with hunger. "You look at me like I’m something to be conquered."

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