Moving her lips closer, her whole body trembled from the thrill coursing through her veins, her breath shallow as she anticipated what came next—only for a hard, vice-like grip to clamp down on her head, stopping her cold before she could move any lower.
"What are you doing?" Zyren's voice cut through the air like a blade, the fury behind his words unmistakable. His red eyes blazed with rage, locking onto Vivian with such intensity that she flinched instinctively, her hands freezing in mid-air as her eyes widened.
Still kneeling, she slowly backed away, panic clawing at her chest.
"Pl—pleasuring you, my lord…" she answered, her voice barely a whisper, frail and trembling with fear. But she had scarcely gotten the words out before Zyren's hand shot forward again, this time wrapping around her throat with monstrous strength, lifting her partially off the ground as he squeezed.
The sound was sickening—an audible crack echoed through the room.
