?<strong>Chapter 1003:</strong>


    Amya’s gaze flickered to the bank card in her hand, the number etched into it like a cruel reminder. She took a slow, measured breath.


    “Is money all you want?” she asked, the words a quiet challenge.


    “Don’t be ridiculous,” Troy snapped, his impatience bleeding through.


    “You bettere up with this money, or don’t even think about getting rid of us!”


    When the call ended, Mindy immediately began toin.


    “How could she possiblye up with four hundred thousand?”


    Troy, unfazed, merely shrugged.


    “Even if she can’t, she has to find a way. That ungrateful girl owes us a lifetime of support!”


    Three dayster, at the Lloyd family’s forbidden area.


    Ken sat in the chair, his hands bound behind him, his torso exposed. The tight ropes entuated his strong muscles, and his body seemed tense with desire.


    “I love you, Allison,” he said softly.


    Ken’s eyes were concealed beneath a ck blindfold. His full, inviting lips gently brushed the tip of Allison’s finger.


    As Ken sat bound, the fabric of his finely tailored pants crinkled around him.


    Red marks, a result of passion, marked his chest.


    “You told me before that once the Shadow Nine situation was dealt with, we could y some of my favorite games,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with intent.


    But his next words sent a shiver through the air. “Victor is already a broken man. He’s been castrated and mutted. Now, he lives in torment.”


    Ken slowly nibbled on Allison’s index finger.


    She had long since removed her clothes. Now, as she sat on his waist, she could feel how much more eager and intense his body was than before.


    “What do you want, Mr. Lloyd?” she asked yfully.


    Allison deliberately wanted to tease him.


    She leaned in close and whispered in his ear, her warm breath sending shivers down their spines.


    This was, in fact, the first time she had ever interacted with the items in the forbidden area.


    Candles and whips were scattered around, meant to heighten the tension.


    Surprisingly, Ken seemed more captivating than ever.


    From the deep groans escaping his throat to the way he kissed her with such urgency, Allison couldn’t shake the feeling that Ken, bound to the chair, was the one in control.


    As soon as she finished speaking, Ken pressed his lips to her earlobe.


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