Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld
Chapter122 A Twisted Love

Dog! Men are such dogs!

She always thought she was the insecure one, but it seems that wasn't the case.

With resignation, Lela cupped Sylvester's face, their foreheads touching. She whispered softly, "Master Sylvester, what are you afraid of? I'll never leave you." Her entire plan, this intricately laid trap, had been for him from the start.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, even mimicking Sylvester's move, teasing his lips open with her tongue, their mouths dancing together.

Sylvester's eyes sharpened, his alluring amber gaze fixed on Lela with desire reaching his eyes. As his passion neared a tipping point, he released her. Lela's eyes, misty and moist, watched Sylvester, unintentionally flicking her tongue over her lips.

So that's his taste.

A refreshing hint of mint.

She adored it.

Sylvester inhaled deeply, tilting Lela's chin up, fixing his eyes on her. "Do you even realize what you're doing?"

The nerve! She dared to kiss him and even slip him her tongue.

Did she have any idea how powerless he was against her?

Lela blinked, her enchanting eyes shimmering with the purest light. "Sylvester, I like the way you smell."

Sylvester Gomez's eyes darkened slightly before he let out a soft chuckle, his voice deep and irresistibly sultry, "Little one, you like me that much, huh?" Lela nodded.

She really did like him.

Had fallen for him at first sight.

She once pondered whether her fondness for him was an unhealthy obsession.

Maybe it was, to some extent.

Sylvester Gomez squinted, his left hand gently squeezing her soft waist, "But you're still too young, it's not right."

Despite his desires, he knew his strength could hurt her. He wanted to wait until she was of age, until she could handle him.

Hearing these words, Lela, who had embraced modern values, couldn't help but smile. He had always been protecting her, hadn't he?

Lela grasped the hand that was hooked under her chin, rubbing her cheek against it, her gaze lingering fondly on Sylvester, "Sylvester, I'm seventeen. Back in my community, I'd be old enough to have children." Which meant, she was ready to be intimate with him.

In the reality of her primitive tribe deep in the woods, girls were ready to choose a partner at fourteen.

The tribe of the Sunlit Glade, carrying an ancient lineage blessed by the heavens, viewed procreation as their most sacred and important duty.

Upon hearing her words, Sylvester Gomez felt a soft tug at his heart, an endless yearning echoing inside him, a fire burning in his gut. An inner voice screamed for him to take her, right now.

But ultimately, reason conquered desire, and Sylvester Gomez glared at Lela, his hand tracing down her back, drawing her close, his gaze lowered, he spat out harshly, "Darling, you're going to be the death of me." He was ablaze with a fire that couldn't be quenched.

But he steadfastly upheld one belief: the girl was still underage.

Sylvester Gomez had gone through life respecting no one, barely knowing what the word meant, but for his little one, it was different. She deserved his utmost respect.

Lela, pressed against Sylvester's chest, was all smiles, "Sylvester, I love you."

Sylvester clenched his teeth, his body taut with tension, "Love or not, you have to wait."

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Who truly needs to exercise restraint here?