His Sinful Revenge

9.Lust

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"What do you want? Why are you behaving like this? Please leave me and my father; we won't show our faces again."

Shira's voice came out in a very low tone as she sobbed silently, her tears falling quietly.

Emilin just watched her face with no emotion, then moved closer and stood in front of her.

Shira sensed his presence and pressed her body against the window.

She slowly raised her face to look at him.

The top buttons were freed, revealing his muscular torso. His dark hair was falling over his forehead, longer strands even reaching his intense grey eyes. Shira gulped, anxiousness coursing through her body like flames.
She felt naked as Emilin smirked while watching her.

"You are driving me insane, Shira," Emilin husked, his fingers quickly finding their way into her soft hair, touching her bare back before grabbing her waist and pulling her closer to his body.
"More into him!" he exclaimed.

"I want you."

Emilin's breath wafted against her skin as he placed soft kisses below her ear.

"All of you."

He opened his mouth slightly and kissed her earlobe in a teasing manner before licking it. Goosebumps covered her skin, and her heart raced.

"L-Leave me," she pleaded, her voice stuttering out of fear as she realized how drunk he sounded.
She tried to place her hands on his shoulders to push him away but felt his muscular arm circling her tiny waist.

The pressure forced a whine to escape her lips as she felt her breasts pressed against his chest.

"L-Let me go, p-please,"

Shira cried in his arms. Emilin didn’t care; he held her tightly. Suddenly, he felt pain in his shoulder, and he slowly released her. Emilin clenched his jaw, furiously watching her.

She thought that biting his shoulder would make him let her go. Shira was crying, looking here and there for an escape.

Her confidence, her self-defense—everything had disappeared the day he appeared at the party and again today in front of so many people, including her father.
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She took a deep breath and tried to run, but before she could cross him, he grabbed her waist from the left and slammed her against the long glass window.

Her tiny frame just swayed in his hold, his body covering her entirely.

She cried out when her back hit the wall, and a sudden pain shot through her, making her scream.

His grip was very strong as he pinned her hands above her head and whispered in her ear,"Careful, angel.
Every wrong move makes me want to do wrong things to you."

Shira cried and struggled; he was manhandling her, and she couldn't even move.

Her breathing became heavy as he licked her earlobe, then moved to her neck, kissing slowly and sucking.

Shira's face was drenched with tears, and disgust crawled through her body. From last night until now, she didn’t know how many times she had pleaded for him to leave her alone, but nothing seemed to affect him.

To her surprise, Emilin slowly pulled back his actions while still holding her hands, watching her closed eyes as tears dripped down her cheeks, one by one.

"I assume you are already submitting yourself to me."

She opened her eyes and saw him smirking, watching her in her vulnerable position.

Emilin slowly moved his face to kiss her lips, but she turned her face to the side and said,

"P-please..." Her body trembled like a leaf. He released her hands and turned back to the door.

"I want her ready in the main hall in ten minutes."

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Shira sobbed and sat on the floor, still processing what he was doing with her. Her tears dripped one by one.

“Madam,”a feminine voice came from the door.

Shira looked up, and a young girl was standing there; she looked like a maid.

“Madam, sir ordered us to bring you to the main hall after you freshen up.”

Shira hurriedly ran to the girl.

“P-please help me," p-please! Where is my father?

Please take me to my father, I want to see him.......... please.
Shira cried out and pleaded with the girl to see her father.

But there was no response from her.

“Madam, please freshen up fast. We don't have time; sir will kill me if we are even one minute late.”

“P-please help me,”Shira cried out.

Seeing Shira’s vulnerable situation. The girl said, “Madam," I can’t help you, but—but I can tell you your father is in the hospital.

I heard Mario sir talking on the phone that your father is out of danger.”

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Shira was wearing a blue jacket, and her hair was combed neatly. She followed the girl, thinking her father was alive, and a small smile appeared on her lips.

Suddenly, everything went silent, and she sensed everyone watching her in the main hall. Her breath caught in the air as a pair of eyes scrutinized her from head to toe.

She lowered her gaze when she realized the owner of those eyes, feeling as if she were in a fetal position.

Emilin had cleared all his missions after the morning incident; he killed Marino and took control of what he had wanted for so many years. But still, he wasn’t completely satisfied.

He wanted something from Shira’s father, which was why he didn’t kill him.

If it had been any other girl in Shira’s position, he wouldn’t have dared to kill her.

The way she had behaved yesterday and slapped him had hurt his manly ego, so he planned to give her pain that she would remember for her entire life.

"He was obsessed with her beauty."

“He wants her very badly, the way he wants.”

Shira's weakness is her father, and her father's weakness is Shira, so Emilin uses both for his revenge.

“One is Shira's father, who holds a secret about his parents and the deaths of his aunt and uncle.
The other is Shira, who dares to slap him in front of everyone while people are afraid just to stand in front of him.”

He wants to teach both a lesson in his own way.

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