Chapter 983 - 986: This Vixen Will Wear Me Out Sooner or Later

"Cole O’Connell!" Nathan Knight’s face twisted into something almost feral—this was a man’s pride on the line!

With a flick of his wrist, Nathan Knight tossed a dagger over. "Then cut that thing of yours first. If you cut too shallow, I’ll kill this woman. If you cut deep enough to satisfy me, I’ll let her go!"

"Hahaha, Young Master Nathan, that’s a damn good idea. We’ll have ourselves a eunuch in a bit, then let her watch with her own eyes as her man gets passed around and played with. Just killing the bastard is way too easy!"

A dagger clattered to the ground right in front of Cole O’Connell!

Jade bit her lip so hard she drew blood, thinking of how Yulia O’Connell had two ribs broken by the old lady for her sake, a chill of fear running through her. She shut her eyes for a second, then suddenly turned her head and smiled at the man beside her, her soft, syrupy voice sweet enough to make a person sick. "Nathan Knight~"

Nathan Knight had been staring straight at Cole O’Connell, but that voice hit him out of nowhere, making his very bones and blood tremble. It was seductive down to the marrow; he turned his head instinctively.

"Could you really bear to kill me?" Yulia O’Connell’s gaze locked onto his eyes. The pink tip of her tongue slipped out between her lips, tracing over that rosy mouth. The tempting motion sent a tingling jolt through the waist and belly of everyone watching; his tall body was suddenly flooded with fire.

"Fuck, this woman is way too good at seducing people, isn’t she?" A few men not far away were staring with nosebleeds.

"Nathan Knight, actually, you can’t bear to, can you?" Yulia O’Connell lifted her hand, sliding it up from his chest, that boneless softness gliding along his neck, then up to that handsome face.

Back when Nathan Knight chased after Yulia O’Connell, the most he’d done was hold her little hand; he’d never done anything else. Now, with just this one touch, he actually felt the urge to have her hands roam all over his body!

"Yulia..." Cole O’Connell narrowed his amber eyes where he stood to the side, his voice a warning.

Yulia O’Connell’s expression changed in an instant. The hand on Nathan Knight’s handsome face snapped upward, blocking the gun, while her knee drove hard into his lower abdomen.

"Yulia O’Connell!" Nathan Knight’s handsome face twisted in sheer pain.

In midair, people descended one after another, surrounding the rooftop.

Cole O’Connell strode over and grabbed her small, snow-white hand. "Where exactly were you just touching him, hmm?"

In the blink of an eye, he had her pinned down on the table, his gaze sparking like live fire!

Everyone controlling Nathan Knight’s men turned their backs. Cole O’Connell’s big hand slid down from Yulia O’Connell’s neck, the corners of his crimson lips, clamped around a cigarette, curled into something devilishly sinister and terrifying.

Yulia O’Connell’s leg climbed up along Cole O’Connell’s, one foot blocking his waist and belly. "Bro, we’re on the rooftop. Do you really want everyone to see everything?"

She was certain Cole O’Connell would never let anyone else even look at her. His possessiveness had gone way beyond anything you’d see in a normal person!

Cole O’Connell lowered his head, the sharp lines of his face catching a cold gleam. His lower abdomen was already swollen to the point of pain. This little enchantress!

"Take him back, and lock him in the room next to the one Jade and I sleep in!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Cole O’Connell, what the hell are you going to do?"

"Don’t you just love calling me ’bro’? What are you calling me now? I still prefer hearing you call me Brother."

But the "brother" in his mouth had nothing to do with family—only flirtation.

"Bro..."

"Shut up! I’ll deal with you when we get back!" Cole O’Connell bent down and scooped her up into his arms. He didn’t want to hold back anymore; he wanted to finally make her his woman for real!