Julius always preferred wearing black clothes.
Today, he wore a black silk shirt, which accentuated his tall and elegant posture.
At this moment, a few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a sensual collarbone, while the muscles extending down from it exuded a raw, untamed strength.
He had an extraordinarily handsome appearance, naturally deceptive in nature.
When he played the part of a good man, his hair was impeccably combed, every strand neatly in place, wrapped tightly from start to finish. His appearance carried an air of asceticism—silent, disciplined, and orderly.
But once his role shifted to AE, his smile carried an inherent rebelliousness. It was a careless, cold smile, his eyes lacking any light, their meaning ambiguous, leaving an impression of something dark and unfathomable.
But at this moment, he really couldn't be in a good mood.
This was the sixteenth time he had killed a woman in bed. This time, it was still a female assassin sent to kill him.
He deliberately cultivated a sense of drunkenness, dulling his senses just enough. He reined in his movements, his mind consumed entirely by thoughts of Arabella, and then he managed to stiffen his penis and eagerly thrust the woman inside.
It had barely started when signs of it flagging began to appear.
At this point, the woman beneath him let out a soft pant, which sounded quite pleasant, but was definitely not the voice of Arabella.
Immediately, Julius lost all energy again.
Lying beneath him was the female assassin, a beauty who relied not only on her looks but also her skills. She had been successful in assassinating men without fail.
When Julius subdued her and pinned her to the bed, she still felt proud of her own charm.
After all, AE had a prestigious reputation. Though his face was never seen, one could tell from his posture and manner that he was extraordinary.
When AE struck and snapped her neck, she still had a hint of disbelief in her eyes.
Just moments ago, this man's movements hadn't been so fast and terrifying. How could he suddenly unleash such incredible power?
But there was no time for her to think. As she pushed with her legs, her breath had already left her body.
Julius twisted his wrist, his legs spread wide as his gaze locked onto the lifeless cock beneath him.
Having a big one was useless; it was practically just for show.
Why did it suddenly have to be Arabella?
Could it be that Arabella's... was magnetic?
Julius couldn't understand it no matter how much he thought about it.
Casually running a hand through his messy hair, Julius instructed Scorpion to bring people in to collect the body.
Scorpion was used to it by now. He knew that his boss had recently become somewhat mentally unstable.
Seeing Julius growing increasingly agitated over matters of the lower body, Scorpion felt it was necessary, as his trusted subordinate, to offer a clear-eyed reminder.
"Boss, Master Unknown and her group have been in the Mountains range for nearly half a month now."
Julius felt a twist in his chest, and then, with both hands braced behind him on the bed, he narrowed his eyes, looking every bit like a predator poised to strike.
"So what? It's not like she can get out of here anyway." The last few words were spoken in a low voice, tinged with an almost imperceptible hint of reluctance.
"What if Master Unknown manages to escape?"
Julius froze for a moment, and the thought of such a possibility immediately stirred a surge of excitement within him.
The Mountains range, the so-called land of death. No one dared to hope for an escape from within, and even if he himself hadn't made thorough preparations, there was no way he would be able to get out.
When a person is powerful, there's no way to overpower nature itself.
If Arabella truly managed to walk out of there unscathed, it would probably shock the entire underworld and beyond.
She would be so powerful, almost at the top, with everyone left to only look up to her, compelled to entertain various thoughts.
Seeing that Julius was moved, Scorpion couldn't help but advise, "Boss, as they say, a win-win is better than both sides suffering. Since you're caring of Master Unknown, why must you fall out with her?"
Julius's thoughts stirred, and he immediately grew troubled again.
He had already offended Arabella thoroughly; how could he expect to make peace now?
Seeing that Julius was confused, Scorpion added another reminder, "Boss, Master Unknown is no ordinary woman. She is someone capable of great deeds."
This was a subtle way of putting it.
After all, Arabella and Julius were essentially cut from the same cloth.
They were masters of disguise, skilled in manipulation. To achieve their goals, personal emotions, honor, and disgrace could all be cast aside—utterly ruthless and devoid of any sense of loyalty or compassion.
Upon hearing this, Julius felt a surge of joy. He did want to conquer Arabella, but that didn't mean conquering her meant destroying her.
Previously, he had gotten carried away after winning her over.
For a woman like Arabella, continuously humiliating her would be far too dull and lacking in flair.
With this thought, Julius's mind immediately stirred, and as soon as his spirit awakened, the delicate contours of his brows and eyes took on an almost imperceptible air of allure.
"Send the most elite subordinates and keep a tight watch on the capital of Doma. If Arabella really manages to escape from the Mountains, she will definitely hide in the capital, waiting for the right moment to strike."
*
Julius was brooding with a sullen expression, while someone else was eating meat and drinking soup heartily.
Raven was standing in the living room, remained quiet as he watched Arabella kneeling on the ground and sucking a penis, with her eyes filled with turbulent emotions and a subtle glow of arousal.
Arabella knelt on the ground, her expression calm and composed.
She was without taboos; even if asked to make love on a grave, she would feel no shame.
It's probably as normal as daily routine.
The chandelier in the villa was enormous, dazzling with brilliance. Beneath the cascade of refracted light, Arabella's skin appeared pale and flawless, inexplicably captivating.
Perhaps it was the lighting, so perfect, that it softened the darkness and sharpness hidden in her eyes. When she smiled, her gaze gentle and teasing, there was always a lingering, tender affection.
Yet Raven knew that it was all an illusion.
It was like the moment before, when Arabella had draped her arm around his neck, complimenting him and promising a reward. Beneath her smile, she had hidden all traces of danger—like a woman on the verge of blooming, innocent and alluring.
But in truth, Arabella wasn't trying to seduce anyone. It was simply that her composure and movements, so calm and effortless, made her irresistibly enticing."
Right now, she was licking a thick and long sexual organ with her tongue. She started by gently poking the tip, then turned her head and slowly slides her tongue along the swollen, veiny organ. The wet surface of the organ reflected a lustful glow in the light.
He was tall and very muscular, and his size was impressive. The dick Arabella was sucking was huge, and when she put it in her mouth, it almost filled her entire mouth, with both sides of face bulging out because of its size.
Such obscene and disgusting gestures were quite natural for Arabella to do. The notion of self-respect in Arabella's mind is less significant than an empty fart—it has no substance, just a fleeting odor.
She also deliberately relaxed her throat, allowing his aroused sexual organs to penetrate even deeper, causing him to let out a deep breath and reach out to grab the back of Arabella's head, becoming even more rough and wild.
Arabella softened her stance and complied willingly.
Her moans were intermittent, as she was being penetrated from above. Raven looked down on Arabella, who was kneeling on the ground. The stimulation of this scene was unparalleled, blurring with his erupting passionate love, twisted and taboo, as if Arabella belonged to him alone, as the private treasure.
His private treasure, never again to be coveted by anyone else.
He yanked Arabella up, gripping the back of her head tightly, and pushed her down onto the sofa. Their bodies pressed closely together, breaths mingling and causing the air to stir. Unable to resist, he murmured softly, "Master Unknown, happy birthday."
After a long while, Arabella's wet hair was half-dried.
Her hair, like her true nature, was sharp and full of edges, always unmasked with a personality that was clear-cut in love and hate.
When she was young, her style was extremely rigid. If it hadn't been for Cyrus, always acting like a scabbard, keeping her sharpness in check, she would have likely ended up in a deadly confrontation in Scalien that year.
Every year on her birthday, she would remember that night.
Raven didn't know, and no one would ever know—that year on her birthday, she and her young lover had their first taste of forbidden fruit, so innocent and beautiful.
Arabella pulled Raven's collar with a smile in her eyes: "It's not even noon yet, don't rush—we'll keep making love and welcome the moment."
