Chapter 722

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

Venom King savored the sight of Leona 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.