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Seven Sins System Chapter 556. Exclusive
🕑 Added 2025-01-31 16:20:03 +0000 UTCSeven Sins System Chapter 556. Exclusive
"Appreciate?" I repeated, my voice dripping with disbelief. "I appreciate boundaries, Morgana. Something you clearly don’t understand."
Luci snorted, setting his wineglass down with a loud clink. "If this is what you call ‘fun,’ I’d hate to see what happens when you’re actually trying to cause trouble."
Morgana ignored him, her gaze locked on me with an intensity. "Azrael," she said, her voice softening just slightly. "You’ve built a reputation, you know. The mighty Crown Prince. The Lord of Wrath. The one who never bends, never breaks. But don’t you ever get tired of holding back?"
I felt a flicker of anger spark in my chest, but I pushed it down, refusing to give her the reaction she was clearly hoping for. "Not for you," I said coldly.
Her expression faltered for a split second before she recovered, her smile returning full force. "We’ll see," she said, her tone dripping with confidence. "One day, Azrael, you’ll beg for me."
"Unlikely," I shot back, my tone sharp enough to cut through Morgana’s smugness. Her grin didn’t falter, though. If anything, it only grew wider, like she was enjoying every second of this ridiculous exchange.
Without giving her a chance to say another word, I teleported directly in front of her. One swift step and I reached out, pinching her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to look up at me. My fingers gripped her just hard enough to send a clear message: I wasn’t playing around! My eyes locked onto hers, cold and unyielding, my glare sharp enough to freeze the fires of hell.
"What the hell were you thinking?" I said, my voice low and menacing. "You seriously thought pulling a stunt like that on me and Luci was a good idea?"
Her smile wavered for the first time, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. But then, like the unrelenting tease she was, she chuckled softly. "It got your attention, didn’t it?"
I narrowed my eyes, refusing to take the bait. "Let me make one thing clear, Morgana. I don’t share. Not with Luci, not with Mammon, and not with anyone else. If you want me, you’d better be prepared to play by my rules."
Her eyes widened slightly, and I could see her composure cracking just a bit. But she didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned into my grip, her lips parting slightly as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
I continued, my tone colder than ever. "If you want my dck, if you want to be fucked by me, then you’re mine. Completely. Exclusively. That goes for everyone, including my sister. No exceptions. I don’t fck for fun, Morgana. I f*ck to dominate. To own. If you’re not willing to fulfill my terms and conditions, I’m not interested."
Her lips trembled, her breath hitching. For a moment, she didn’t say anything. Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and glistening with a mix of emotions I didn’t care to decipher. Finally, she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I love it… I love it when you’re like this."
Her breath hitched again, and her voice dropped even lower, trembling with raw desire. "I’m fucking horny right now. I’m wet already…"
I huffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. Typical Morgana. Always pushing boundaries, always trying to get under my skin. "Of course you are," I said, my voice dripping with disdain. "This is exactly the kind of response I’d expect from you."
Her blush deepened, and she bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving mine. "Azrael," she murmured, her tone soft and pleading. "I—"
"Enough!" Asmo’s voice cut through the tension, his usual playful tone replaced by something far more serious. He stepped forward, his smile forced and his eyes sharp with a flicker of panic. "Alright, Morgana, that’s enough. You’ve had your fun. Let’s not push your luck, okay?"
Morgana turned to her brother, pouting dramatically like a child caught sneaking sweets. "I’m not pushing my luck," she said with a mock innocence that didn’t fool anyone. She glanced back at me, her gaze smoldering. "I’m negotiating."
"Negotiating?" Luci snorted from his chair, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Is that what you call this? You look more like a lovesick mortal than a demoness of your caliber."
Morgana shot him a glare but didn’t respond. Instead, she turned her attention back to me, her expression softening. "Azrael," she said, her tone almost earnest now. "I meant what I said. I want you. And I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it."
I let go of her face, stepping back as I crossed my arms. "Words are cheap, Morgana. You’ll have to do a lot more than that to convince me."
Her lips curved into a sly smile, but before she could say anything else, Asmo teleported besides us, raising his hands in a placating gesture. "Alright, alright. Let’s not turn this into something it doesn’t need to be," he said, his grin strained. "Morgana, you’ve made your point. Azrael, let’s not kill the vibe, yeah?"
I raised an eyebrow, fixing him with a cold stare. "She’s the one who’s been causing problems all night. Don’t pin this on me."
Asmo chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. "Fair enough. But still, let’s all take a deep breath and—"
"Stop being so boring," Morgana interjected, rolling her eyes. "This is a party, isn’t it? Shouldn’t we be having fun?"
Her audacity was relentless, and as much as I hated to admit it, she had a talent for dragging out every ounce of irritation I had buried inside me. I leaned back in my chair, folding my arms across my chest as I let a smirk tug at the corner of my lips.
"You don’t know when to give up, do you?" I said, my tone light but laced with mockery.
Her smile didn’t falter, and her gaze didn’t waver. If anything, she looked even more determined, as though my resistance was just fueling her obsession. "Why would I give up on something I want?"
