
Introduction
A terminal stomach cancer diagnosis, her fiancé tangled up with the returning "true heiress," her identity, her love, her health——everything she thought mattered shattered in the same season.
If it's already destroyed, then let it burn all the way down.
Pushed by her best friend Heidi, Milan walked into a high-end nightclub and asked for the one man they said was impossible to get——Sorensen.
She thought he was a male escort.
He was actually a crime lord who made the entire underworld tremble——a dangerous man who had grown tired of the human world's power and glory, searching for some reason to keep existing.
But the more dangerous secret was hidden beneath his skin——he wasn't human. He was a dragon.
Strange things started from the very first touch. Whenever Sorensen came close, the stomach pain that had tormented Milan for so long would quietly recede. She didn't know why. She only knew that he made her feel better——so she made a shameless decision. She threw down eight thousand dollars to rent a bed in his shared apartment and planted herself at his side.
She wanted to fall. She wanted to burn. She wanted to live recklessly before death came to collect her.
But Sorensen kept stepping in her way, watching her with those eyes calm as a bottomless abyss, pulling her back from her own hands every single time.
She told herself it was just pity.
Until the night Sorensen pushed inside her——and something between them snapped into place, a connection that no human language had words for. Her cancer cells began to retreat. Her body began to heal. And her heart began to beat for a dragon.
But just as she realized she had fallen in love with something that wasn't human, another gaze emerged from the shadows.
The current head of the Atlantici family——her uncle, Kaeya. A vampire with an endless lifespan and an obsessive soul. His feelings for Milan were suffocatingly real and dangerously consuming. She once stumbled upon him using her underwear to pleasure himself——that sight sent ice down her spine, and for the first time made her understand just how deep this man's fixation on her truly ran.
A dragon. A vampire. And a human girl with half a life left, still burning as defiantly as she could.
Love and possession. Salvation and ruin. A triangle that tears everything apart at the seams.
In the end——who will be the one left standing?
Chapter 1
Milan's POV
I never imagined that in the darkest moment of my life, it would be a stranger's tongue that brought me a sliver of salvation.
The man beneath me swept his tongue across that sensitive spot again, sending a jolt of electric pleasure from my lower abdomen straight to my brain. I involuntarily clenched my thighs, nearly crushing his head between them. What shocked me most was that the burning pain in my stomach—the agony that had tortured me since this morning's test results—had vanished completely.
Gone.
In its place was a warm, almost comfortable sensation, as if heated liquid were flowing gently through my stomach.
I looked down at that focused, handsome face beneath me, his tongue working skillfully inside me, licking and sucking with practiced precision.
"Terminal stage," the doctor's voice from this morning's phone call echoed in my mind. "Miss Milan, I'm sorry to inform you that your stomach cancer has reached the terminal stage. Based on the extent of metastasis, you likely have only a few months left, no more than six months at most."
Six months. One hundred and eighty days. And I was only eighteen, hadn't truly experienced life's beauty, hadn't tasted what sex felt like, hadn't even found someone who genuinely loved me. All I had was a hypocritical family, a cheating fiancé, and this body being devoured by cancer cells.
But now, in this dim private room, when his tongue pressed hard against my G-spot, what I felt wasn't just sexual pleasure—that comfortable sensation in my stomach almost made me want to cry.
This was the first time in three months, since the stomach pain began tormenting me, that I'd felt no pain at all.
"Oh, fuck," I gasped, bracing my hands against his solid abs, feeling the rise and fall of his eight-pack beneath my palms. "Your tongue is so hot... Could you slow down? It's too much..."
He ignored me completely and sped up instead. His tongue swirled madly inside me, licking and sucking, while his hands climbed upward restlessly to tease my nipples.
Pleasure crashed over me in waves, layer upon layer, until my body began trembling uncontrollably. I shifted position, pressing my hands against his chest for support, but he seemed to sense I was approaching the edge and ground his tongue even harder against that spot that drove me insane. Under the dual stimulation, I couldn't hold back anymore—a suppressed scream tore from my throat as my entire body convulsed in spasms.
The aftershocks still rippled through my body as I savored that bone-melting satisfaction, grinding against his face with lingering desire. "Don't stop," I panted.
That's when my phone rang.
I frowned, ready to ignore it, but the ringtone persisted stubbornly. I reached over to the couch to grab my phone, and when I saw the caller ID, all those beautiful feelings evaporated instantly.
Tyrone.
My fiancé. The bastard I'd grown up with, who claimed to love me but fucked other women behind my back.
"Milan, where are you? Why aren't you answering your phone? I've been worried sick about you!" Tyrone's anxious voice came through the line.
A week ago, I would have been moved to tears by this "concern." But ever since last week when I saw that surveillance footage—his cock pumping in and out of some stranger's cunt, his hand brutally yanking that woman's hair, shoving his dick down her throat until she nearly choked—ever since I saw that, his voice only made me sick.
"What happens to me is none of your goddamn business, Tyrone. Stop calling me," I said coldly, though the man's tongue was still inside me, making my voice tremble slightly.
"Milan, what's wrong with you? Our wedding is next month, the invitations have already been sent out..." His voice carried confusion and irritation. "Wait, what are you doing? Why does your voice sound so strange?"
I looked down at that handsome face covered in my wetness, and a surge of vindictive pleasure rushed through me.
"Because!" I deliberately raised my voice, grinding harder against he's face in spiteful satisfaction. "Because right now I'm sitting on a man's face, and he's about to make me come with his tongue!"
I heard Tyrone gasp sharply on the other end. I could imagine his expression—shocked, furious. Meanwhile, the tongue inside me hit my G-spot again, dissipating half my anger in an instant.
"Milan! Have you lost your mind? How could you—"
"I've lost my mind?" I cut him off, my voice dripping with mockery. "Tyrone, what the fuck gives you the right to say I've lost my mind? You think I don't know? You claim you want a virtuous woman, make me stay pure for you, while you're out there fucking every slut you can find—tell me, who's really lost their mind?"
"That—that was an accident, Milan. I was drunk, I didn't mean to..."
"Fuck your accident! Go to hell!" I shrieked. The man beneath me seemed startled by my emotional outburst, his tongue pausing briefly.
After those words, I felt the knot of resentment in my chest finally loosen. I viciously pressed the end call button and tossed my phone aside.
To hell with him. Don't ruin my mood.
I took a deep breath, trying to get back into the moment, and said to the man beneath me, "Keep going. Where were we?"
But he didn't move.
His hands gripped my waist and lifted me off his face, positioning us face to face.
"The service is over, Miss Milan." His voice was calm, but something flickered in those deep blue eyes.
"What?" I froze for a moment, then said angrily, "I didn't say it was over, so it's not."
"My face is covered in your pussy juice and you're going to deny it?" he said flatly. "I agreed to make you feel good, not to make you feel good multiple times."
His tone carried a condescending arrogance, as if he were the one paying. This attitude infuriated me completely—I was sick of being looked down on, sick of being manipulated. In my short eighteen years, my parents had treated me as a tool for political marriage, my fiancé had treated me like a fool he could deceive at will, doctors had pronounced my death sentence, and now even a man I'd paid for dared to speak to me like this?
I slapped him across the face.
The sharp crack echoed in the private room. His face turned to the side, a red handprint rapidly appearing on his cheek.
"How the hell did your manager train you?" I said coldly, my voice full of contempt. "Who gave you permission to speak to me like that?"
He stared at me blankly, something indescribable flashing through those deep blue eyes—hurt? Anger? Disappointment? I didn't know and didn't care.
My interest was completely gone. The argument with Tyrone on the phone had reminded me of all the terrible things in my life—and the pain in my stomach was beginning to return.
I picked up my underwear from the floor and put it on, then pulled a thick stack of bills from my purse and threw it at him.
"Six thousand dollars. Your service fee. Take it and get out."
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That’s what Astrid saw with her own eyes.
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Watching.
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Even if it costs them.
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