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Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (January 2022)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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She couldn't help Ravin from clawing into the deep recesses of her heart that only belonged to Apollyon in the past.

Ravin's Archdemon blood allowed the bastard to make space for himself and take root there.

She was defenceless.

Luna had lost the argument before she even realized that she was in it.

She didn't even bother to deny it, afraid that what she believed about the truth would actually be a lie.

She would still be a liar in Apollyon's eyes. "You are the same, Apollyon. You never look like you are interested in drinking from me. Why is that?" She pointed out as challenge coloured her voice.

Apollyon wasn't able to answer her question when he heard a little commotion at the entrance and both of them ignored it.

Ravin and Sloth had it under control.

He hadn't realized how many times he thought about this but he had enough.

How many times had his wife insulted him, leading him by the nose and ordering him to stop controlling his wife and what her Archdemon Familiars are only limited to do with her in their Estate?

It was wrong for Luna to scold her husband for a crime he didn't do in favour of the Demon Kind. 'Preposterous!' Apollyon thought.

Blue eyes bold and teeth gritted in a hard smile.

'I can damn well do as I please with a pregnant wife who must depend on me for everything ad, not anyone else.

Apollyon was the Lord of the Hazelnut Manor and he had the right to act as one.

Tonight at the Wine Tasting Party with his rakish insolence, he will show her who was the one in control.

Something in his countenance must have spooked Luna, for she averted her gaze from his to fix those twin emerald orbs, a gorgeous pair that Apollyon thought their heiress would inherit, as her tremble hands cradled them.

Did she fear him now when he flashed her a look of lascivious intent or did his wife mistake it for something murderous?

Well, let her own confusion be her own punishment for torturing him every day with this jealousy eating away the remnants of good that was left of him.

He was a ruthless man capable of vengeance but he must utilize all that hatred in defeating Luxen and claiming back the Vampire Realm as well as save his wife from imminent death.

Yes, all of that and more after he did this.

Apollyon's hand reach out to stroke his wife's smooth yet hollow cheek and slid them to clamp under her chin and tip her face upwards to catch his open-mouthed kisses he will likely shower on her frowning lips.

He knew she was caught off-guard from the sudden kiss not when they just argued about Luxen, Ravin and what happened in the past that should have been forgotten with each of their apologies.

But Apollyon, in Luna's annoyance, just can't help but bring it up every time he encountered unpleasant situations regarding these Archdemons. Perhaps, he still hadn't moved on from it?

No. Apollyon was certain that Luxen's deception didn't matter even if the bastard had sired a demon child in Luna's womb because he had already given pardon to her sins.

But if she kept on taking Ravin's defence and blame him for being too overprotective even if he had that sole right as her husband then he would fight her all night long until she waved the white flag—fight her by giving the tongue lashing she deserved.

He liked the way how her emerald eyes were wide with shock yet the more he watched her as she touched her lips with his own, the more those orbs burn with dark fire.

Luna closed her eyes as she took what he could give her while Apollyon did the same and prolonged the kiss.

As he opened the dam of emotions to set his impatience free, the pressure of his mouth on hers increased, seeking more of her tongue.

He let out a groan of pleasure when he heard her sign of surrender.

An iron-willed wife who wouldn't resist her husband's attention was a blessing in disguise from the gods and the goddesses no matter how temperamental she can be.

Here Apollyon was, trying his best to resist hers. Luna's slender fingers combed and played with the raven locks tickling the back of his nape while her tongue mirrored the intense way he plundered hers.

Apollyon thought she was angry at him but now she was taking the lead in front of these aristocrats?

His wife was shameless in offending the rules and proper decorum that nobles must follow.

This wasn't ancient times.

These Faeries had prided themselves for being civilized while he and Luna had gone backwards, staking claims on each other, without fearing the censure of their peers.

He wanted to be in control so that he wouldn't be a danger to the woman he adored so much.

Autumn Faeries were known to be cold and wouldn't allow the flames of passion to hinder their abilities to take calculative risks.

That emotion was reserved for machinations of power and manipulative tactics.

Perhaps, his pregnant wife was using her feminine wiles on him too without his knowledge. Apollyon pushed her shoulders gently away from him and forced her to lean back, his breath uneven with suppressed lust.

He swore not to f*ck Luna until she give birth to avoid inducing contractions that will hasten the childbirth.

He loved her too much to cause her and the babe with early death.

Once again, Apollyon cleared his throat, stood up from his seat after waiting for his monstrous arousal to subside and cool off.

Luna tried to be stubborn but all that cool facade broke down as she squirmed his embrace, making him look like an uncouth marauder in the puzzled eyes of their peers.

It seemed like his wife was still seething and couldn't bring herself to kiss him back.