Rosalie blushed with shame, not daring to provoke Victor anymore.
Her jacket was taken off, revealing the black bra inside, tightly wrapping her soft and plump breast.
Victor's eyes lit up, and his mouth held a smile: "Didn't you change your innerwear to please me? Humm, little woman, it seems you've gotten my taste better."
Rosalie then remembered what he said that day before he left.
"...when coming, remember to change your childish underwear into a nicer set. Sexier."
The warm, strong palm caressed every inch of her skin, and with a gentle tug, the corset's suspenders came off, and her breasts were exposed to him.
This shameless man!
Didn't he say he wouldn't do anything to her as long as she behaved?
Rosalie's palms were covered in a cold sweat.
Victor stared at her blushing face, his hot kisses fell on her forehead and neck, and a current of numbness swept through, paralyzing her body.
Rosalie gave an unconscious "ahhh".
Seemingly satisfied with her reaction, Victor brutally clasped her face, pried open her teeth with his tongue, and dug in, sucking her soft and sweet lips and tongue.
Victor found that Rosalie could very easy to arouse his inside desire.
Back in the day, Rosalie, the proud and elegant rich princess regarded him as a wild weed and never gave him a second glance.
In Rosalie's memory, she wouldn't even remember anything about him. No impression at all!
But at that time, Victor was aware of the distinction between the rich and the poor, as well as between hell and heaven, though!
The hatred, churning.
Leaving her lips, Victor loosened her a little bit. Rosalie was gasping for breath from Victor's kiss, her lips already red and swollen.
The kiss obviously had dizzied her. She looked at him with a lax gaze.
"Little woman, Your reaction would have me believe that you enjoy being raped by men, do you?" Victor snickered, and with one hand, he threw Rosalie on the bed and turned her to her back.
Rosalie slumped on the bed, realizing what was about to happen, instantly cried out, "No! No way! You let go of me!"
But Victor violently flexed her legs and entered her deeply!
"I love your tightness."
Victor smiled with satisfaction as he sounded off.
Tears of shame snapped down Rosalie's face as she bit her lip and refused to hum any sound.
Her bound wrists already red and swollen from the strangulation.
One day, she will make this man pay in blood! Rosalie told herself.
Victors movements were getting stronger and faster.
The pain that swept through her body made Rosalie's body tremble and her eyesight gradually drifted away.
She fainted under the dominance of Victor's body.
‘The body of a rich girl was so weak!’ Victor cursed.
Victor also no longer interested in continuing, got up and out of her body. Followed by the tone of thin cold he commanded to the maid outside, "Sorley, take her out to a bath!"
After ordering, he got up and went to the bathroom in the master’s room.
He had a cruel smile at the corners of his mouth. This proud princess he wanted to destroy her completely.
He enjoyed the pleasure!
When he out the bathroom again, Rosalie had been cleaned by the maids, changed into a bathrobe, and sent back to bed.
Her beautiful long hair was on the beige pillows, and the little and delicate face was innocent and unmatched. While the sleep, her brow was slightly wrinkled, indicating that her sleep was not in a solid state.
Victor sat back on the bed, and picked up her jacket on the ground.
A coin fell out of the outer pocket.
He reached out and picked it up, tossed his thumb upward, and it arced in mid-air before falling back into his palm.
Memories of that year came to mind.
*Flash back*
That year, he joined a very trashy high school, were he ended up always fighting, skipping class, and generally being a lousy student in the opinion of the teachers.
And next to it was the most expensive school, for riches and nobles.
One day, Victor skipped out from that boring math class again and he scaled the wall to enter the noble private school.
When he wandering in the camps, he noticed there were a group of young boys surrounded a delicately dressed girl who's about her fourteenth something.
"Rosalie, your new dress appears to be gorgeous at first sight! My sister wants to ask which brand is it? And she’s going to have one."
"It looks so pretty on you!"
"Rosalie, I saw you in the car of the Archibalds’s yesterday. Your family also has business with them?"...
The little young girl with a well-made white dress didn't reply. There was a faint smile on her mouth, behaving like a real quiet and elegant princess.
Only Victor noticed that, although Rosalie looked kind, there were pride as well as indifference in her pair of beautiful big eyes.
She didn't care about these little boys.
Like a proud canary, she will always hold her head high and maintain a high posture.
One boy of them proposed, "Rosalie, I have a many coins. Let's go to the the wishing pool! see who can hit the sculpture!"
The little girl's eyes fell on him, then grabbed two coins from his hands, and threw them at Victor’s feet who was quietly watching them at the tree, "Boring game. If you think the money is too heavy in your pocket, then use it to help the poor."
Her tone sounded both arrogant and righteous.
Apparently, Victor was the ‘poor’ who didn't even had a decent pair of shoes.
Her tone sounded both arrogant and righteous.Victor thought there was also contempt in her eyes."Rosalie, you are right. We have to be generous and compassionate, right? Hehehe."Those little boys copied Rosalie's action just now, then shot all the coins in their hands at Victor.The coins spilled all over the place where Victor stood.If it was before, Victor would have given those boys from good families who as weak as the chicks a good fight.However, this time he stood still and did not move a step."Hey you! Pick up the money!" The young boys yelled at him and laughing."Yeah! Stupid ass, there are coins on the ground!""Get down! Pick it up!"The little boys stayed away from him, disgusted.Rosalie had no interests on the boys’s farce. She left straightforward. Until Rosalie left, she didn't even give a side-eye look at him.The boys followed closely behind Rosalie's ass and flocked away.This was the first time Victor felt his dignity was trampled on and humiliated!To them,
A deal.But would he really help her? Could she trust this sinful and unscrupulous man?Can he help bring her aunt's magazine back to life?Looking at Victor, Rosalie guessed he should not be thirty yet, but surprisingly, he was able to live in such a wealthy district.His status should not be underestimated."Give me a reason to believe you." Rosalie raised her eyes to meet his gaze and asked.Victor did not rush to answer, but stared at her and smiled.From her words, he knew she’s seriously considering his proposal and about to admit.Knowing how to weigh the pros and cons proved she wasn't particularly stupid but were her innate pride and dignity gone?But the calmness on her face made it harder for Victor to guess."Because I'm Victor, my name is the guarantee," he ruffled her dark hair, his hot lips kissing her back in a dense stream, "Give me the video you took that day."Victor? Rosalie convinced by his confidence a little bit.Finally Rosalie didn't refuse and gave him the on
Victor's naked, fiery gaze locked on her movements.Rosalie's fingertips trembled slightly and she pursed her red lips tightly, trying to keep the tears from flowing.The robe fell to the floor and she prepared to reach for her underwear when Victor instantly pounced her on the bed.An hour later, Rosalie finally arrived home.She went straight to take a bath, she didn't know how many times she washed herself before returning to her room, picking up the photos for the magazine, and calling out to her aunt.Seeing the photos she brought back, her aunt's eyes pumped with tears, and immediately told her to hurry up and write an article to break the news.She sat down in front of the computer with a sharp pain between her legs but had no motivation to hit the headlines.Thinking of the man who disgusted her so much, she opened G****e's encyclopedia. With hatred, she typed in the name "Victor".The page that came up made her freeze in place.The president of Bass Group?The Bass Group has
Why did we get separated? Could it be that the wind blew us apart? The words came out softly and slowly on her red lips, but the traffic immediately obliterated them in the street. Under the moon was her single figure, lonely and cold. Just then, a black Bentley braked suddenly and was pulled in to her side. Rosalie wrenched her mind back to the present. She was slightly stunned and intended to move forward, but then the window was rolled down and the man's stolid face appeared. Rosalie wanted to run away. "Hey, you! Didn't you remember what I said?!" The man's icy gaze and cold voice became even more arrogant and domineering: "Get your ass over here!" She hated him, Victor! Rosalie looked at the aggressive man and longed for giving him a smack. But she held back her anger, wearing a tender smile: "Victor, soooo sorry, but I'm occupied tonight." She spoke softly and sweetly, ready to leave after the words. Couldn't this woman recognize herself by now? Victor's face was even
Rosalie was driven to despair. Vanessa's company took their magazine office to court. Whether the lawsuit was won or lost, based on the magazine office’s current situation, it is impossible for them to afford the fees, even only the lawyers’ fees. The money earned before had been used to pay off her uncle's gambling debts. Thus, they had no money for dealing with the issue at the present. Although Rosalie had no idea why her uncle became so selfish, she planned to do something to change the situation. And the only person she knew who could save the day was Victor. Had she known this guy had such a background, she would not have agreed to be his mistress. She was now dominated by this man. She would have detected the man’s lies. What a devious mind! Rosalie cursed the man for his insidious tactics when she sat on the sofa. She leaned back slightly, changing positions frequently, and became more and more anxious. Sorley, the maid, once again refilled her with fresh tea and p
Not only Victor but also a dozen of men and women were staying inside the suite. The ages of all men ranged from Victor’s age to over the forties. The women were... all beautiful and extra sexy. Victor sat on a pricey sofa and leaned back slightly. The first two buttons of his shirt were missing, revealing his sexy and strong pectoral muscles. The lush hairs on his chest were inviting. Many beautiful women were looking at him. His handsome face and respectful identity made him extraordinarily welcomed by the women. "Damn it, who’s there? " There were several bottles of famous wine on the table and the men were drunk. When they saw someone coming in, they questioned the man at the door with displeasure. Rosalie, wearing a denim jacket, stood in the doorway, feeling incompatible with this situation. She hesitated for a moment and was about to leave when Victor noticed him. He lightly raised his lips and responded lightly with a teasing smile, "My woman, come and join the fun an
"Let go!" She said aggressively. She felt curious. He had asked her to drink, but now he was stopping her. What the hell! Victor was annoyed by her attitude. Drink, drink! Why not stop drinking until she died? He tugged his tie off and threw it on the floor, leaning back on the sofa in exasperation. Rosalie kept drinking using her glass. Her thin body showed her fearlessness. The minutes ticked by. Rosalie couldn't remember how much she had drunk. The people around her watched her pick up the glass, drink, and put down the glass. She simply looked stunned! Victor's deep cold eyes stared at her and saw her reveal her sexy collarbone, the wine felling low on her, looking sexy and seductive. A few men on the side were also immersed into staring at her with greedy faces. Suddenly, Victor raised his eyebrows gently showing that he had a new idea seemingly. His two long legs were folded together. He said to the crowd in a lazy posture, "This lady with an innocent background has
Only when she exited the restroom that she ruffled her long hair while still reeling from the shock she had just experienced. Her eyes were flushed. After all these years, she couldn’t imagine that she was still lucky enough to encounter him. But she was now in such a terrible state that she did not deserve to be identified by him. It's just good to see that he's doing well. The warm light in the corridor fell on her miserable white face, and she fought back her tears when continuing to walk. She stepped as if stepping on a cloud, soft and fluffy. Suddenly, a brute force pushed her closer to the corner. She looked up in pain to see Victor's tall body standing in front of her, enveloping her thin figure. What was this man doing here? "What are you doing?!" Rosalie, remembering what had just happened, was filled with resentment towards him and attempted to break away, but she was so weak now. Victor's knee suddenly passed between her legs. He put one hand picking up her chin, and