Chapter 2: Help from the Domineering CEO

“What did you say? I’m going to hold you!”

Victor’s deep voice resonated powerfully from his chest, sending a tingling sensation through her ear pressed against his chest.

Her consciousness grew increasingly hazy; all she could remember was the man’s strong arms holding her as he walked away, step by step.

When Sarah opened her eyes again, she was awakened by a burning heat coursing through her entire body.

The effects of the drug in that glass of wine had fully taken hold; her entire body felt as if it were being licked and bitten by ants, a dense, tingling itch spreading everywhere.

Even the simple act of the man placing her on the bed sent a shiver through her sensitive, delicate body.

She bit her lower lip tightly with her pearly teeth, trying to shake off her body’s craving, but the slightest movement only amplified it further.

Victor was dressed in a well-tailored suit; aside from a few wrinkles caused by holding Sarah moments ago, the rest of his attire remained neat and presentable.

He frowned as he watched the petite woman squirm uneasily before him, a look of impatience crossing his bold, domineering face.

What was wrong with her?

He had intended to set her down and leave, but Victor couldn’t help but reach out, touching the petite woman’s forehead to check if she had a fever.

That single touch—his cool fingers—seemed to ignite the flames already smoldering within Sarah’s body. Like a drop of water splashing into a pan of oil, they instantly burst forth like fireworks.

Unable to control her body, she pressed herself against that cool hand, trying to quell the raging fire within her.

Yet the cool touch only made her crave more.

“Mmm… I feel so uncomfortable… mmm…”

Victor tried to pull his hand away, but the petite woman rubbed against it, reluctant to let go.

Her heat seemed to transfer directly to his hand, slowly spreading to his heart.

Her slightly damp bangs and scorching forehead quivered restlessly beneath his touch, just like the disheveled, writhing body lying before him, stirring his heart.

“What do you want to do?”

Victor spoke domineeringly; beneath his cold exterior, his emotions had long been stirred into turmoil by the young woman.

“I… I don’t know… I’m so hot…”

She felt as if a fire were burning inside her; her whole body was scorching hot. She twisted restlessly, her hands frantically tugging at her thin clothes.

“Help me…”

Her slender hands hooked around the collar of her white blouse, feebly trying to undo it, but her dazed mind caused her pale fingers to tangle with the black buttons.

The form-fitting black business skirt she wore had long since become wrinkled from rubbing against her body, and her legs, clad in black stockings, ground helplessly against each other, as if trying to conceal the longing between them.

The slender high heels on her feet had been shaken off until they were a shambles, hanging half-on, half-off her ankles.

If Victor still couldn’t tell why Sarah was so aroused, he’d truly be blind.

That look of overflowing passion made his throat tighten, and even his domineering, reckless face betrayed a hint of unease.

His long, slender fingers tugged at his tie, loosening it slightly, and his face took on a surprisingly sensual, erotic air.

He bent down, bracing his hands on either side of the petite woman’s body, hovering above Sarah as he slowly leaned toward her ear. His deep voice carried a dangerous allure:

“Are you sure you want me to help you?”

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