Chapter 113: The Finale

He curled his lips into a wicked smirk. "Regret?"

"You will regret this." Her voice was colder than it had ever been. To her, a woman of the twenty-first century, the ancient Chinese adage that "starving to death is a small matter, but losing one's virtue is a great one" was utter nonsense; she cared nothing for it. But now, she was being forced!

He pressed down upon her. "Regret? You must understand that I am a king, the leader of all Western Asia! No one can stand in the way of what I intend to do!"

With that, his large hands began to wander across her body. His touch seemed imbued with magic; wherever his hands traveled, her skin felt as if it were burning.

She was pinned down, unable to move a muscle. She could only bite her lip to keep those shameful sounds from escaping. How she wished her heart condition would flare up at this very moment. Yet, miraculously, her heart remained perfectly calm.

He seemed to bite her collarbone intentionally. Stung by the pain, she cried out, and the sensations that followed forced a moan from her lips that she could not control. Her sound seemed to satisfy him greatly, and his movements became even more fierce and erratic.

Outside the chamber, Carlo stood frozen at the door, hesitating whether to enter. Recalling the terrified maids he had seen in the corridor earlier, he knew that if he walked in now, he would surely meet a grim fate. Yet, he could not watch Poseidon fall into such a blinding rage. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and stepped inside.

The sight upon the bed forced him to lower his gaze.

"Your Majesty?!" Carlo had braced himself for death. "Your Majesty!" He was deeply worried that in such a state, Poseidon’s old ailment might be triggered.

"Get out!" His bloodshot eyes glared at Carlo. "Get out of my sight!"

If this continued, something terrible would happen! Carlo had never seen Poseidon in such a fury. What on earth had happened?

"Your Majesty, even if you kill me right now, I will not leave!" He could not leave!

"You won't leave?" As if struck by a thought, he looked down at Dana and suddenly hooked his lips into a smile that made her shiver with dread.

"Fine. Then you shall be an audience member!" His voice sounded as if it came from the depths of hell, cold and piercing as ice sealed away at the bottom of the sea for a thousand years.

"No!" Dana’s hysterical protest was instantly drowned out by his kiss. *Poseidon, you bastard!*

"Your Majesty!!!" Carlo was frantic, but he dared neither look up nor down.

Dana felt her clothes being stripped away. Lacking the courage to open her eyes, she kept them squeezed shut. Her dignity was being trampled ruthlessly beneath his feet, shattered into pieces!

She could not feel her own heartbeat. Two lines of tears, long held back, finally slipped from the corners of her eyes.

The dampness on his palm seemed to clear Poseidon’s mind for a moment. "Don't cry."

But he could no longer stop himself. He parted her long, slender, snow-white legs and thrust his burning heat forward. Encountering an obstacle—likely because she had never known a man before—he gave a powerful surge, finally embedding himself deep within her. The sudden feeling of fullness made a sound escape his throat involuntarily. In that instant, he felt a sense of satisfied bliss, an illusion that the woman beneath him was truly his. A thousand different sensations flooded his very cells.

"Ugh!" The pain from below caused the fine mist of sweat on Dana’s forehead to bead into droplets.

Sensing her pain, he instinctively lowered his head.

The crimson flower blooming across the sheets made his body freeze abruptly.

She was a virgin!??