Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 205: Claiming The Royal Vampire **

Warlock Ch 205. Claiming The Royal Vampire **

Damian couldn't help but wonder if she would have climaxed right then and there had he not commanded her otherwise. Her inside was so slippery and wet, the smell of sex hung heavily in the air, and it made him hungry for more. She batted her eyelids, her eyes never leaving his. She was clearly turned on, her expression a mixture of desire and submission.

She was getting close. Her body was tense, her breathing ragged, her fingers moving furiously. Damian wanted nothing more than to take her then and there, to plunge his cock into her and fuck her senseless, but he held back. He wanted her to beg for it. He wanted her to show him just how badly she wanted him.

And she did.

"C'mon, Damian... I know you want to," she pleaded, her voice breathy and desperate.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Damian's control snapped, and he pushed her onto the bed. He climbed on top of her, his cock pressed against her slick entrance. But instead of satisfying the mounting tension, he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. The bed sheets crinkled under them, a stark contrast to the silence that followed his sudden restraint.

His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers. "No," he said firmly, the single word a decree. His tone wasn't just assertive; it was a manifestation of his need for control, for answers. "I need to know first," he demanded, his voice dipping into a growl.

Victoria looked up at him, the desire in her eyes battling with a flicker of confusion at his sudden change of pace. "Damian?" she breathed, her voice laced with a cocktail of emotions—desire, frustration, curiosity.

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He gave her a nasty grin, his grip tightening just enough to remind her who was in control. "You want it?" he teased, almost taunting her.

"Yes…" she gasped out, the word a mix of a plea and a moan. Her body arched slightly, seeking his, her hips involuntarily pushing against him, seeking the relief they both knew he could provide.

His smile faded into a serious line, and he leaned closer, his lips just inches from hers. "Answer my question, and I will give it to you," he said, his breath hot against her skin. "Tell me why. Why go through all this? What are you really after?"

The intensity in his gaze was piercing, almost as if he could see straight through to her soul. It was enough to sober her from the haze of physical need. Her breathing slowed as she processed his words, realizing the gravity behind them.

Victoria's eyes, once filled with lust, now mirrored a seriousness to match Damian's. She knew he wasn't playing games—not anymore. The smile faded from her lips as she stared up at him, her crimson gaze narrowing slightly. "You…" she began, her voice uncertain for the first time.

Damian didn't let her finish. He brought his face closer to hers, his expression hardening as dark energy coiled around his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, his [Dark Chains] activated, the shadowy tendrils wrapping around her wrists and binding her securely to the bedposts.

"You're not going anywhere," Damian growled, his voice low and dangerous. He had no illusions about her power—Victoria was a royal-class vampire. If she wanted to, she could likely escape in an instant, turning into a swarm of bats or overwhelming him with sheer force. But that's exactly why he had to take control now, to bind her before she could even think of slipping away.

Victoria's lips curled into a faint smirk as the chains tightened around her. "Do you really think these will hold me?" she asked, her voice mocking yet laced with curiosity.

"No," Damian admitted, his grip on her wrists firm. "But it's enough to make you listen. And it's enough to remind you that I'm not someone you can toy with."

Her smirk faded, replaced by a sharp, calculating look. "And what is it you want, then?"

"First question," Damian began, his tone biting, "tell me what happened that night. When I killed your husband. Why did you side with me?"

Victoria blinked, her gaze steady and unreadable for a moment. Then, a wicked laugh bubbled up from her chest, echoing through the room like nails on a chalkboard. It grated on Damian's nerves, and he clenched his teeth, his patience wearing thin.

"Speak," he snapped, his voice cutting through her laughter like a blade.

Her laughter faded, though the amusement in her eyes didn't. "Your partial memory is really eating at you, isn't it?" she said, her tone teasing.

Damian's jaw tightened. "I'm not playing games, Victoria. Answer me."

She tilted her head slightly, her expression shifting to something more serious. "Fine," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight that hadn't been there before. "I'll tell you. But you're not going to like it."

"Try me," Damian said, his grip on her tightening just slightly.

Victoria sighed, her gaze drifting upward as if she were recalling a distant memory. "Yes, Damian," she began, her voice calm but heavy. "You did kill my husband. But you didn't do it because you wanted to. You did it because you were forced to."

Damian's brows furrowed. "Forced to?"

Victoria nodded. "My husband—if you can even call him that—wasn't the noble ruler he pretended to be. He married me because of my royal bloodline, the only thing that could give him legitimacy to the throne. His family had immense military power, but they needed me to make their claim complete. It was a political marriage, nothing more."

Damian listened intently, his mind racing to piece together her words with the fragmented memories he had.

"But that wasn't enough for him," Victoria continued, her voice growing colder. "He didn't just want power. He wanted absolute power. And to get it, he needed more than my bloodline. He needed your Mana Core—the core of the demon king himself. His plan was simple: kill you, drain your blood, and take your core for himself."