Predator

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A hand indecently reached towards the woman's private area, but before it touched a hair, a flash of light and a cold blade was at his neck.

Liam moved so fast that no one saw his actions clearly. He held the person in his arms with one hand while the other was poised to kill in an instant.

"She's mine."

"If anyone dares to look again, I'll gouge out your eyes."

No one dared to argue, knowing he wasn't joking.

Except for the one upstairs, this man feared no one.

Liam, like a patient wolf, only retracted his blade when the person beneath it nodded stiffly.

He hoisted Amelia over his shoulder and quickly ascended the stairs.

The woman's sharp cries echoed through the empty factory. Those who had been frightened earlier now felt like their hearts were being scratched by claws of cats.

Amelia dangled upside down on the man's back. Her soft belly pressed against a hard bone in his shoulder. Finally reaching the third floor, she barely had time to catch her breath before he grabbed her by the neck and shoved her into a room.

It was really just a bare, simple room with a single bed as the only furniture. The air was thick with the smell of male pheromones.

She leaned against the door, arms crossed defensively, staring warily at the man approaching her.

One step.

Two steps.

The large hand reached straight for Amelia's face, startling her. The next second, her mouth was covered—

Liam pressed his ear to the door, listening for any sounds outside.

Three fools who don't value their lives.

He withdrew his hand, his nose almost touching hers, the intimate breath intertwining as if about to kiss.

"Do you know how to make a mating call?"

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The response he received was a look of terror. A soft plea squeezed through her teeth, "No..."

The sound of thick military boots grew closer. Just a wall away, the man inside spread Amelia's legs with his knee, his muscular thigh pressing against her crotch, making her fully sit on his leg. His hot breath moved down to her stomach, lifting the edge of her lower garment with his mouth.

The round navel just peeked out when two slender white arms intercepted his actions.

"Thud—"

Liam easily grabbed both of Amelia's wrists with one hand and pressed them hard against the door without any hint of tenderness. The men outside, startled and thinking they had been caught, halted mid-step.

The next second, the sound they had been eagerly waiting for—a woman's moan—came from inside.

It was a mix of pain and pleasure, like a bullied kitten, crying softly and going limp.

The men outside exchanged glances, their lower bodies embarrassingly swelling with arousal.

"Damn! That woman sounds... so damn good when she moans."

They crowded closer to the door, belts clinking as they freed their ugly, monstrous erections, eagerly stroking themselves.

Inside, the man kneading Amelia's breasts couldn't care less about the outside world.

His eagle-like eyes focused intently on her breasts, now marked with red finger imprints. Her dark-colored bra pushed up her breasts, making them look even fuller. The deep cleavage perfectly framed his increasingly dark eyes.

It wasn't enough.