Cruxius smirked, his dark mind already eagerly savoring the twisted moment.
The sharp increase in Sugar's hatred, the raw, bleeding emotional turmoil she'd just endured watching him hold another woman—it was all so intimately... delicious.
He reveled in the toxic power dynamic, like an alpha predator savoring its prey's retreat before the final, fatal leap.
Ytrisia, her heavy breasts still pressed flush against his hard chest, struggled violently to push his dominant body away.
"Y-you, let me go!" She was livid now, her soft hands shoving frantically against his solid pecs. Cruxius simply allowed her to squirm against his groin for a highly enjoyable moment before he abruptly yanked his arm away, letting her soft body stumble backward without support.
