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"You cruel, evil, sadistic monster!" Rosen cursed aloud when the maid who Killian had ordered to clean the room walked out.His mouth still tasted weird, and he could still actively perceive Killian's blood on his hand.Rosen was entirely convinced he was going to die.At this rate, Killian was going to actively fuck him into an early grave. In the last few days, he'd been knotted more times than his overworked, aching body could even count. If this was just Killian's baseline sexual appetite, Rosen didn't even want to imagine what would happen if the Dragon actually slipped into a full-blown rut.That cruel, evil, insatiable monster Dragon with his scaled cock and his burning hands and his appetite that made starving wolves look disciplined.Rosen no longer just hated Killian; he genuinely dreaded the footfalls of his presence. It wasn't even just the endless, exhausting intimacy anymore.The Dragon was controlling, treating him like a possession.What Rosen ate. What Rosen wore. W

As much as Rosen wanted to stab this monster’s black heart, a smarter part of him knew this Dragon was playing a game. Killian was just toying with him, testing him like a cat with a cornered mouse.There was no way Killian would actually let himself be killed. So either the shard couldn't penetrate deep enough to reach the heart — or Killian was testing him, and the moment Rosen actually tried, the punishment would be catastrophic.Rosen stopped struggling. Slowly, he let out a laugh — his tear-filled blue eyes locking onto Killian's glowing golden ones as he laughed harder, the sound echoing through the room.Killian stared at him, puzzled. It was the first time he'd heard Rosen make this sound. It was — soft. Pleasant. Like music he wouldn’t mind listening to."I don't have a problem with your heart," Rosen whispered hoarsely.Killian blinked, still caught off guard.Rosen's eyes trailed downward. Past the bleeding chest. Down to Killian's groin, where — to Rosen's dismay — the Dra

Killian walked inside the storeroom, tobacco burning between his fingers.Two human males squirmed on the concrete floor, bound at the wrists and ankles, their mouths gagged with cloth that was already soaked through with tears and spit. Their eyes — bulging, bloodshot, wild with terror — found Killian the moment the door opened, and the muffled screaming intensified.Killian took a slow drag. Exhaled. The smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling.There were supposed to be three humans, Killian noted dully as he tapped his comms. "Draven. I told you specifically to bring all three of them alive."A lazy, unbothered voice buzzed through the speaker. "Ah. Well, one of them was making a nuisance of himself. I sort of… lost control of my temper."Killian pinched the bridge of his nose, an irritated vein throbbing at his temple. "Why on earth can you never rein in your temper for five minutes?""Look who's talking," Draven scoffed on the other end. "Besides, I'm not your lapdog, Killian. I h