Chapter 797 Drug

Chapter 797 Drug

"Are you sure?" Khan asked.

"I only heard about it," Monica replied, "But it should be it. I can't explain it otherwise."

The grass around Khan had turned brown, and the ground underneath threatened to shatter as he crouched toward the open box. He had barely moved from his position since reading the message, and the environment had suffered from his intense mood.

Usually, no one would dare venture so deep into the forest, but Monica was an exception. She knew Baoway enough to find Khan as long as he wasn't too far away. Moreover, he had contacted her since she was the only trusted figure who could provide answers.

"A smuggling mineral," Khan commented. That was the conclusion Monica had reached after hearing Khan's story. She had never seen it, but her family had educated her about it.

"From what I understand," Monica continued, crouching beside Khan. "It's not as simple as it sounds. The size can't be big. Mana items would also flag it. It's mostly used to deliver messages, although this went one step further."

The item had reacted to Khan's mana. He didn't think the sender tuned it to his specific energy signature, but turning the chaos element into a key was no small feat. Obviously, the event made one name pop up in his mind.

"Do you think it's him?" Monica asked.

"It must be him," Khan stated. "It even came with Luke's shipment."

Monica felt one of her mood swings rising into her brain. She couldn't put into words how much she hated the situation. Things were finally stabilizing for Khan, but one of his greatest troublemakers had to knock on his door.

Nevertheless, Monica held back. The ground around Khan spoke more than enough for his mental state, and she didn't want to add problems to his already worried mind. She waited for her man to talk, and the silence eventually ended.

"I'll kill him if he shows his face," Khan declared.

"He must die," Monica uttered. "I don't care what deal he tries to offer."

"As if he'd ever risk showing up," Khan said. "He knows I wouldn't even hear him out."

"Fucking Raymond Cobsend," Monica cursed. "What does he even want now?"

"Go figure," Khan sighed.

Raymond had always had the strange ability to be one step ahead of Khan. He seemed to know everything, especially what Khan would be willing to accept. However, Khan couldn't think of a deal that would spare Raymond right now.

'He is too careful,' Khan thought. 'I can't draw him out.'

Truth be told, Khan didn't care about any potential deal. Curiosity couldn't appear among the intense emotions he experienced. His only goal was getting rid of that threat, and his thoughts revolved around it.

Yet, no matter how many simulations Khan ran inside his mind, he couldn't see an instance where Raymond would meet him face-to-face. Unlike many of Khan's enemies, Raymond didn't underestimate him.

"Should we involve Luke?" Monica wondered. "We could rip him off."

Monica didn't answer. Her mouth opened as she focused on Khan's breath. She could feel it blowing so close to where she wanted it, but Khan seemed to avoid the spot on purpose.

"Do you remember what it was?" Khan asked, lifting his head to glance at his aroused fiancée. A satisfied smirk filled his expression when Monica pulled his head down, making his mouth land precisely where she wanted.

The passionate mood continued for a long time. That was the couple's only way of venting the anger and other emotions caused by events outside their control. Habits Khan had picked up on Nitis resurfaced, and Monica couldn't help but succumb to them.

Eventually, Khan and Monica found themselves sitting on each other. Ground lingered on the sweaty patches of their skin, but neither cared. They had yet to separate, and it seemed neither wanted to.

Khan was in a similar position. His legs were slightly bent to keep Monica leaning on him, and his fingers ran over her back, filling his mind with sensations he had long since memorized. Khan almost loved those moments more than the actual sex, but his urges always ruined them.

Monica clung to Khan, her legs and arms seemingly glued to his waist and shoulders. Her head rested near his neck, and she occasionally moved to rub herself on him or leave sweet kisses on his skin.

Khan was in a similar position. His legs were slightly bent to keep Monica leaning on him, and his fingers ran over her back, filling his mind with sensations he had long since memorized. Khan almost loved those moments more than the actual sex, but his urges always ruined them.

Monica's shoulder filled Khan's vision, but he only needed to peek forward to catch a glimpse of most of her figure. Everything else was on his torso and waist, filling the gaps his eyes couldn't spot. He felt all of her with an intensity he couldn't put into words, giving birth to raging desires.

Monica's dark skin seemed able to hypnotize Khan. He knew its scent, texture, and taste. He knew the sounds she made whenever he played with it, but that wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough with her. Khan always wanted more of her.

The open, ornamental knife caught Khan's attention, but the distraction barely lasted seconds. Monica's back rose and shrunk as heavy breathing afflicted her lungs, filling Khan's brain with nothing but her.

Having two different bodies felt painful. Khan wanted Monica even closer than she already was, but anatomical barriers prevented it. He almost had to hold back from digging his fingers into her ribs. Khan feared how tightly he could hug her.

"Sooner or later," Khan whispered, slightly indulging in that desire to squeeze Monica, "I might eat you."

Monica welcomed the firm, unmovable strength pressing on her ribs, squeezing her chest. She found it hard to breathe, but her brain didn't send warning signals. Actually, Monica abandoned herself to Khan. His fearsome power was the place where she felt more secure. Besides, her life belonged to Khan anyway.

"Do it," Monica mustered the strength to mutter. "End this distance between us."

Khan squeezed Monica a little harder but eventually released the hug. His fingers rose toward her nape, leaving harmless marks on her skin. His hands closed on her hair, straightening her head and putting them face-to-face.

"Why did you make me this crazy?" Monica panted, a hand reaching for the side of Khan's head. "I can't stop. It hurts to stop."

Khan had already seen and been in a similar situation. That co-dependency was nothing new to him, and Monica had joined that world now. Even without heightened senses or training, she had touched on the Niqols' way of feeling, developing Khan's twisted mindset.

That conclusion sounded like a bad joke. Khan had matured, changed, and experienced all kinds of things, but his love had returned to his starting point. That toxic, extreme feeling had survived everything, but Khan wasn't a naïve kid anymore. He wouldn't let anyone insult or advise against it now.

"Sorry," Khan faintly said.

"Don't be," Monica whispered, her hand going on Khan's nape to pull him on her chest. She adjusted herself, breaking the legs-hug to place her knees on the ground. Desperation filled her mind as she began moving up and down in an attempt to feel more of Khan.

"Give me more of you," Monica moaned, pulling Khan's head with all the strength she was capable of. "Make it stop hurting."

Monica was basically begging by the end of her request, and Khan didn't need her to ask twice. His mouth began leaving marks on her breasts as his hands fused with her butt, adding strength to her moves. They were each other's best drug, and both tried to overdose on it.