DEVIOUS LOVE

Chapter 47 - A Name For A Dog

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It was difficult to breathe. Jennie's heart raced a thousand miles per minute. She was terrified. Not of Lisa, but for Asher. Everyone knew how powerful His Majesty was. He wasn't a Pure-Bred in name only. There were qualities he possessed that transcended human and vampire capabilities. There was a rumor that he could take on twenty men without breaking a sweat.

Asher would not stand a chance. He would get severely injured. Or even worse, have his head ripped off.

"It's a m-misunderstanding Lisa," Jennie murmured.

Jennie placed a hand upon Asher's and attempted to push it off. Lisa's cold eyes flickered towards the action.

The red of his pupils were dangerous. It was the kind of red you'd witness as fury rushed through the veins, before vases were smashed, tables toppled over, and fiery hot flames burning an entire forest into a wasteland.

Jennie couldn't even breathe. Her voice was caught in her throat. There was something about his sinister smirk that twisted her stomach. He was eerily calm, his fingers resting beside him, but his gaze was an entirely different story. His eyes said what his mouth didn't.

"I-I'll come," she whispered.

Lisa's grin became even more wicked. "Come faster, darling."

"You bastard—"

"Asher, please," Jennie said. She tightened her hold on his hand, knowing he would not hesitate to attack. He was always protective of her. And it was her fault for letting him get so close.

Jennie did not know how possessive Lisa was. She didn't think the King who had everything in the world would care for something as small as her. She didn't know how much she was worth to him.

"You don't have to go to him, Jennie ," Asher gritted out in between clenched teeth.

"I must," Jennie muttered. She pried his hand off of her, and saw the satisfaction in Lisa 's pressing glare. He was a twisted man. His heart was made of ice, like his touch.

Asher turned around, but it was too late. She had already escaped his clutches. Soon, she was going to be in another man's arms.

" Jennie, I will keep you safe," Asher hissed.

Asher couldn't bear to see her leave like this. She was walking into the devil's den. She was never going to come out alive. He couldn't fathom the thought of her pale body slumping onto the ground, two bite marks on her neck. He couldn't accept it. He refused to believe she would be drained, like a sacrificial lamb.

Jennie turned around, flashing him a sympathetic smile. Just a few more steps and she would be in Lisa's arms.

"I know you can and you will," Jennie mumbled. "But I want to do the s—mmph!"

A hand slid over her mouth, holding back her parting words. His arm snaked over her waist, pressing her body against his. Her voice was caught in her throat. The air was thick and suffocating.

Lisa raised her head, forcing her to meet his sharp features. He peered down at her, a cruel, heartless smile meeting her frightened eyes. She resembled a prey trapped in a corner. He had her bent in the way he wanted, had her in the position he desired, and he relished in every bit of this control.

Her breasts heaved up and down with each panicked breath. She trembled in his arms, like a frightened little deer.

Lisa looked her dead in the eyes. His voice was quiet and tense, his fury barely restrained. "You sure love to test my patience, my sweet."