Chapter 7: In the Bridal Chamber, Full of Killing Intent 3

Yet it remained ruthless desire. Even as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, his voice was cold and clear: "If provoking Us was your scheme, then you have succeeded!"

Those words caused Hua Wuxin's eyes to narrow sharply.

Though she did not know who had set her up, she knew that resistance at this moment was utterly futile.

Her body tensed, eyes slightly narrowed as she stared at the face above her—drawn tight, its contours sharp as if carved by a blade, wickedly alluring.

She endured the tearing pain, ignored the repeated impacts battering her body.

Her gaze held nothing but sharp killing intent, yet the corner of her mouth curved upward in a faint smile.

Word by cold word, she spoke: "I care not who you are, but I swear you will die by my hand!"

The man did not speak, only accelerated his movements.

The force was brutal, as if he wished to tear Hua Wuxin apart.

In the room, aside from the involuntary sounds drawn from the man's motions, there was only silence.

Beneath Hua Wuxin's utterly unaroused, murderously cold gaze, the man vented the most primal lust with violent action.

Beneath a gaze as silent as the room itself, he continued until every movement ceased.

The most intimate, ruthless act completed.

He stilled, fine beads of sweat already dotting his forehead.

Unlike the fine beads of pain on Hua Wuxin's brow, his were born of the wild release moments prior.

In his eyes as he looked at Hua Wuxin lay faint mockery, and even more, contempt.

Only now did his lips curl, answering the words she had just spoken: "You wish to kill me? You lack the ability."

The words spoken in icy coldness, he withdrew directly from her body and rose naked from the bed.

A tall, lean frame, perfect abdominal muscles.

He looked like a leopard poised to hunt at any moment.

Waist-length black hair, a single strand stuck to his forehead by the sweat from moments before, lending him a shocking, wild beauty.