Fed Up with Narcissistic Man

Rayden remained motionless, staring at the beautiful woman lying beneath him in her naked state. "It's a shame I've never heard your name before, Beautiful. I thought you were a prostitute returning to serve your client after we met in the elevator!" Rayden said, deliberately hiding his earlier surprise.

"Prostitute? Damn it!" Emily cursed angrily.

The man pinning her down was completely throwing her off balance. Emily tended to be rude and lose her composure when speaking to him. She didn't want to get to know this mysterious man.

"Get off my body, you bastard!" 

"No! I still want you." The man replied, ruthlessly kissing Emily's lips while locking every part of her body with his own.  

"I don't want to!" Emily struggled to free herself from the mysterious man's embrace.  

Emily thought quickly, what should she say to hurt his ego and make him let her go? Emily couldn't find any weaknesses in him; he was too perfect. Then she chose to remain silent like a statue.  

"Oh, giving up that quickly, Beautiful?" Rayden mocked with a sneer. Then he brought their bodies together again. "Do you like it?" he asked.  

"No!" Emily answered briefly, holding back the desire ignited by the wild friction inside her body. 'This is so unfair!' she protested in her heart.

"Satisfy your low desires and then let me go home!" Emily exclaimed angrily.

Rayden laughed loudly and said, "Can't wait to take you to the peak of your passion, Beautiful? Alright, don't come looking for me if you want it again."

He thrust his body hard and fast, plunging himself deeply into Emily's body, which couldn't deny it had surrendered to his game. The man smiled, staring intently at Emily's face beneath his sweaty body until he finally reached climax with an explosive sensation in his head.

After that, Rayden got up from the bed and carried Emily's body with him to the bathroom. He turned on the warm shower and forced Emily to bathe with him.

"It's better if I take you home. This isn't the right time for a beautiful woman like you to be wandering around outside," Rayden said in his signature deep, slightly raspy voice.

Emily stared at Rayden's face, glaring at the man, causing Rayden to laugh again at her frustration. "I hate you, don't act so concerned!"

"Oohh, how fierce," Rayden replied, amused.

Emily turned her body away from the man. However, Rayden's muscular arm grabbed her waist and pulled her naked body against his, causing her to gasp.

"Let me go!" Emily struggled, refusing Rayden's touch, she elbowed and punched Rayden's hard, wall-like body.

Rayden just laughed in response to Emily's protests. 'The prosecutor lady seems to be quite wild,' Rayden thought to himself.

"I'm starting to like you, Sweetie. I think I'm going to make you mine. You can't reject me anymore," Rayden said as he dragged Emily to the clean towel rack. 

The man wrapped Emily's body in a large towel. Then he pinned her against the wall with his body and kissed her lips without permission.

Emily's mind was foggy as her lips were held captive by the man. She truly didn't understand why it was so difficult to control her own body from the onslaught of desire from this man whose name she didn't even know.  

When Rayden ended the kiss, her lips were swollen and red, wet with their mixed saliva. Rayden tried to steady his racing breath and heartbeat.

This was the first time he had lost control and desired a woman so much that he nearly lost his sanity. His dominant instincts felt challenged to conquer the beautiful prosecutor. He knew exactly who the woman before him was—the one everyone in criminal circles was talking about.

It was truly thrilling to be able to make love to the beautiful prosecutor, who was often called the guardian angel of hell’s gates. He wouldn’t mention her name in front of Emily. Let the woman guess who he really was.  

Rayden’s fingers gently caressed Emily’s face. The anger that had been visible on her face turned into confusion. 

“I have to go home now!” Emily said again.  

“I’m not done with you yet.” Rayden smiled crookedly.

"It's none of my business, get out of my way!" Emily snapped angrily.

Emily pushed Rayden's body and hurried out of the bathroom. As she walked past the bathroom door, her body was lifted and carried toward the bed, then thrown down again.

"Oh my God! Do you want to rape me again, Sir?!" Emily screamed angrily.

"It shouldn't be rape because you also enjoy my touch," Rayden replied casually.

Emily found it hard to argue with him. She was frustrated with her own body. Had she become a submissive who enjoyed being dominated by others? It felt so stupid, she scolded herself inwardly.

"Oh, please, Sir. Just let me go, let me go home!" Emily pleaded weakly, her screams seeming to be ignored.  

Rayden looked into Emily's hazel eyes with a smile. "The condition is that I must be allowed to escort you to the front door of your house. Agree, beautiful?" he said.

"Okay, let's go!" Emily replied, giving in to Rayden's will.

"Don't wear that dress again; wear my clothes," Rayden said as he hurried to his walk-in closet. 

He took out a clean black shirt and a pair of cotton shorts complete with a belt. Emily's body was very slim; the shorts would probably slip down if not held in place by the belt. He stroked the leather belt. It seemed like next time he would whip Emily with it when they made love again. It would be enjoyable to hear her scream.

Emily sat on the edge of the bed waiting for the man to bring her a change of clothes. She was already wearing her panties, of course without a bra.

When he stood in front of Emily, Rayden seemed unable to think clearly. He swallowed his saliva; the sight was too tempting. He smiled crookedly at Emily.

"Too tempting. Emily, are you always like this?" Rayden asked.

"Give me the clothes; I can't wait to go home," Emily said coldly, ignoring Rayden's question. She stood up and took the clothes from the man's hands.

Without hesitation, Emily put on the shirt, shorts, and belt belonging to the man under his hungry gaze as he stood with his arms crossed in front of her. 

"Let's go home!" Emily said, carrying her handbag and walking toward the exit of the man's penthouse.

"Wait, I need to get dressed too. Give me a minute," Rayden called out, rushing to his walk-in closet to grab a plain black T-shirt and his blue jeans. He quickly put them on and followed Emily near the penthouse exit.

Rayden held Emily's hand as they walked toward the elevator and pressed the button to go down.  

"Should I hold your hand, Sir? We're not dating!" Emily said, feeling amused, confused, and annoyed. The man always made her emotions all over the place.

"Who cares, I do what I like, Miss Emily," Rayden replied, glancing at Emily standing next to him.

Emily rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. Emily's appearance in her outfit made Rayden feel frustrated. He pulled Emily into his embrace and pressed his lips against hers.

Ding. The elevator door opened.

"Hmm!" Someone cleared their throat inside the elevator.