The Man’s Decree

Chapter 722 How Is That Possible

As the minutes passed and the strength to retaliate started to fade, Lyanna’s face was flushed and her breathing became pants for air.

Poison King savored the sight of Lyanna writhing with discomfort on his bed as he sipped the bottle of wine at a leisurely pace.

“You look exactly like her,” he repeated. “You have no idea how much that turns me on. You’ll be begging for me to take you any moment now.”

Poison King was in no hurry. He knew that the drug needed time in his victim’s system to reach its full potency. When it does, she will be my very own nympho.

The fever arising from the pit of her stomach was beginning to cloud her judgment. For some reason, Poison King was beginning to look irresistible to her. Lyanna felt a mad impulse driven by a vast, urgent emptiness within her to pounce on him and have him fill her void.

Clinging on to the last shred of her rationality for dear life, Lyanna resisted her urges. Her lips were bloody from being bitten down to overcome the impulse. Shaking uncontrollably, her hands began to claw at her collar to dissipate the suffocative heat around her neck.

fight it.” Poison King leered as he

Jared stood up slowly and smiled in satisfaction at the corpses of

it had brought him

gazed about the room, realizing with

door from its hinges only to realize via a glimpse

stealthily at her bedroom

his surprise, her

middle of the night. Where

sense of foreboding, Jared dashed out of Lyanna’s bedroom and

had already removed her top. Poison King’s eyes

he proclaimed, his eyes remaining fixed on Lyanna. “All

of controlling her lust. Succumbing to the effects of the aphrodisiac, she found the last traces of