Caress Her, Spoil Her

In the dead of night, within the luxurious master bedroom, Lillian Veblen was drowsily sleeping on the grand European-style bed. She felt her body growing increasingly hot, as if being pressed down by a heavy weight, making it harder and harder for her to breathe.

"Mmm..." She tried to take a deep breath, but then her lips were sealed.

A wet, slippery tongue invaded her mouth, blocking her airway. Startled, she opened her eyes and, in the darkness, saw a man looming over her.

The man was tall and muscular, pinning her down so that she couldn't move.

"Ah? Who... who are you?" Lillian Veblen screamed in fear, only to find her hands forcibly restrained above her head.

The man gave her no chance to speak, biting her lip fiercely once more, his grip unyielding.

"It hurts! Ouch, ouch..." Lillian Veblen cried out in pain, unable to believe that such a thing could happen to her while she was sleeping at home.

But the pitiful sound of her voice seemed to act like the strongest aphrodisiac, driving the man above her even more insane, his actions becoming increasingly violent.

Before she could scream again, he bit down on her neck.

She gasped in pain, frowning and trying to push him away. But the man didn't budge, his large hand gripping her slender waist. His hot, thin lips trailed down her graceful, fair neck, finally reaching her soft earlobe.

Lillian Veblen's body tensed up, and what was meant to be a cry of resistance turned into a different sound. A strange sensation began to well up inside her, making her both terrified and excited. She wanted to push the man off, yet she also yearned for more.

The man above her didn't give her a moment to hesitate, forcefully taking what he wanted. Lillian Veblen felt like a small boat caught in a storm, tossed and turned by the tempest.

Why? Why did this have to happen to her?

Her husband had been on a business trip for nearly half a year and hadn't come home. Just yesterday, she had received news from her in-laws that he would be returning this week. She had been looking forward to a happy reunion, but now she was trapped in this nightmare.

She just hoped the man would finish soon, so she could escape this torment. But the man seemed to sense her passive resistance and changed his approach, further arousing her.

Lillian Veblen wished she could die. This man was too wicked! And her body, to her horror, was responding to him. Damn it, it must have been too long since she had been with a man. Even to such a vile stranger, her body was cooperating.

Time passed, and Lillian Veblen felt dizzy and disoriented. She should call for help, she should scream! If she shouted for help, the servants and bodyguards in the house would surely come to her rescue. But she couldn't; she couldn't bear the humiliation. If it got out that the young mistress of the Coleridge family had been assaulted in her own bed, it would be a disgrace. Besides, the servants might not believe her, and if word reached her husband, he might think she had cheated on him.

Filled with hatred, Lillian Veblen decided that if she couldn't resist, she would force herself to enjoy it.