Predator

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The previously docile man pounced like a dormant beast, grabbing Amelia's outstretched hand and yanking her over, slamming her against the wall with a "thud," pressing close, their faces mere inches apart. He growled hoarsely, "Who told you to come with that tattoo?! Do you want to die?"

He spoke in Italian.

Someone downstairs heard the commotion, poking their head out. "Is everything okay?"

Liam glanced sideways, pulling her into his arms.

No escape, the man's hot breath in her ear. "Nothing, the lady is too beautiful, couldn't help myself."

Around them came lewd, teasing laughter. Amelia's face flushed with humiliation, as he delivered a warning. "If you want to live, bear it."

Not everyone who lives by the sword is as easily fooled by Liam as Lucas was. Amelia didn't know what role this man in front of her played here, but she knew that when the heavy military boots creaked on the stairs, he tensed up completely.

"Liam, be more polite to our guest."

A gentle yet sticky voice, like a king cobra hiding in the shadows.

Amelia, shrouded in darkness, couldn't see the person's face, but the black leather-gloved hand reaching out towards her exuded an unsettling aura. Faced with two evils, she chose the lesser one and quickly grabbed the vest of the man in front of her with her free hand.

Both men were stunned.

The black leather glove stiffened and withdrew elegantly, a stark contrast to the dirty, bloody surroundings.

The sound of military boots on the stairs resumed, but this time descending.

"It was my misunderstanding. Liam, take good care of the beautiful lady."

Amelia saw the person's calf wrapped in the military boot, shining with a metallic, icy gleam.

So it was a prosthetic limb. No wonder the footsteps were so heavy.

Amelia was still craning her neck to look when the person's footsteps halted.

"By the way, don't be in such a hurry. This isn't the right place for that."

As soon as the words fell, the factory echoed with lascivious laughter.

The two long tusks were sent back to their original place, and the howling hunting dogs gradually quieted. Several pairs of moist, probing dog eyes followed the noise of Amelia's feet dragging unwillingly on the ground as she was forcibly led away by her wrist.

"Let me go!"

She was quite fierce, baring her white teeth and biting down on the muscular wall of flesh blocking her path—this man's body was all hard muscle. With one bite, Amelia's jaw ached. He grabbed her chin and lifted her head. Her slightly parted red lips were still connected to Liam's solid chest by a few ambiguous silver threads.

Troublesome.

The man furrowed his brows impatiently, glancing at the African mercenaries following behind them.

"Liam, need a hand?"

"Just pluck the thorns off a rose. A real man..." The man with his hand on Liam's shoulder made a thrusting motion. "Conquer a woman in bed!"

The one in his arms finally settled down, curling up meekly, her long hair covering half her face, only revealing a pair of terrified eyes.

The sight made the others itch with desire. Compared to them, this woman is petite, entirely small enough to be held and fucked...

Such a lovely one, fucking her must be...