Chapter 1

Knight's face was filled with fury as they finally entered his mansion. The innocent Eleanor followed behind him.

The young woman was still in awe as she looked around the man's large and expensive house, but it was noticeable that there was no one inside.

"Fuck!" Knight shouted into the air, startling Eleanor.

He's actually mad, thinking a beautiful and innocent girl is being sold at an illegal auction, not just sold, but sold as a sex slave.

"Fuck!" He repeated, then glanced at Eleanor with narrowed eyes. The man scrutinized her for three seconds, looking from head to toe before cursing again, "Shit!" He even held his forehead.

'This innocent girl doesn't deserve this.'

He took large steps to approach where Eleanor was standing, now trembling in fear at Knight's actions.

"Did they kidnap you? Did they threaten you?" The man asked anxiously, placing both hands on the young woman's shoulders.

"N—no, sir," Eleanor replied, trembling.

"Fuck!" Knight stepped back and held his forehead again. He withdrew all the pity he felt for the woman and replaced it with anger. 'How could she sell herself?'

"So you just fucking stand on that stage wearing that bitchy dress to catch everyone's attention?" He shouted. Eleanor couldn't answer immediately, tears welling up in her eyes from fear.

"Did you make a deal with Don Constantino?" Knight asked again. Staring intently at Eleanor, who was now bowing her head.

The tension escalated further when the young woman nodded in response, "Fuck!" This time, Knight punched the wall hard, causing his fist to bleed.

From an innocent girl, Knight thinks she's really an evil bitch — who sold herself for what? Money?

"You bitch!" He pointed at the sobbing young woman, "I wasted a billion just for a fucking bitch!"

Yes! He bought her, thinking the girl was threatened or kidnapped and needed help. He thinks he freed her but now, he realized he wasted a billion for a slut.

In extreme anger, he approached her again. He grabbed her back to press the crying woman's body against his.

"You better pay off the billion I wasted for you," he whispered in her ears.

"Undress!" he ordered, causing the young woman to gape.

Knight stepped back, waiting for Eleanor's show.

At this moment, tears flowed continuously from the woman's eyes.

"Why the fuck are you crying? I said undress!" He shouted with authority.

"Remember the rule, you bitch! Disobey, you will die. Escape, you will die," the man said sternly with each word.

The young woman remembered what Don Constantino had said before he completely handed her over to Knight.

'Never disobey your owner—because he will kill you, even your family.'

Eleanor's only hold was the Don's promise to cover all the expenses for her sibling's medical treatment.

Eleanor couldn't do anything, she closed her eyes and slowly lowered the strap of her gown.

"Faster!" He shouted again. The shout echoed throughout the mansion.

Out of extreme fear, Eleanor moved quickly, when the strap of the gown fell from her shoulder, her hand immediately groped for the zipper at the back of her dress.

When she finally opened it, her black gown fell to the floor. Leaving just her black underwear—a hot sexy body.

Knight was stunned by Eleanor's figure. Her entire body was so captivating, her large and healthy breasts were supported by her thin and black bra.

Knight's anger was fueled by desire, which slowly enveloped his system.

His gaze went down to her waist, which was curved, down to her black and thin panty.

"Shit!" Knight cursed, unable to control himself and immediately approached and kissed Eleanor hotly.

He thinks that Eleanor's body deserves to be molested and treated it like a sold object he owned.

His lips were full of lust and pressed hard, but Eleanor didn't respond.

Knight stopped for a moment and looked at the woman again.

'She's fucking gorgeous!' The young man thought.

He kissed her again, remaining passionate. His hands constantly touched different parts of Eleanor's body. Who was still sobbing and trembling.

Knight didn't care. He didn't care anymore. He allowed himself to be poisoned by the worldly libido that now enveloped his system.

Knight searched for the lock of Eleanor's bra in the middle of the kiss. After a few seconds, he found it and immediately removed it.

He stopped, and Eleanor's attractive and perfectly round chest was revealed to his critical eyes.

He felt the excitement is running through his body. He carried the naked body of the sobbing Eleanor on his shoulder.

He immediately went up to the master's bedroom, and threw the frightened body of the young woman on his soft white bed.

"S—sir, please don't." Eleanor finally had a voice but it was weak and full of fear.

From her feet, the man crawled to the top of her body. His gaze was fixed on her while slowly removing his necktie.

"You want me to stop?" He asked calmly, now removing the buttons of his polo one by one.

"I already paid for you." He said again before kissing Eleanor violently again.

He felt the young woman struggling. 'She sold herself as a sex-slave but now she's begging me to stop?' Knight thought.

But Knight was strong, he held the young woman's hands tightly while continuing to kiss her, on the lips, on the neck, on the ear, and even on her breast.

Knight stopped for a moment and released the struggling young woman, "What do you want? Do you want to die? Or let me ride on your top?"

The young woman couldn't answer. Her tears continued to flow. She felt full of fear.

Knight smiled demonically when Eleanor's fighting body calmed down. 'Shit! she's heaven!'.

Knight completely took off his polo. He also lowered his pants.

It's so hot,—he's feeling a different sensation. Eleanor is different from the women he has touched. The charm she brings, every part of her sensitive body adds to the fire enveloping his manhood.

They are both left with just their underwear and Knight is on top of Eleanor again, his finger playing with the thin strap of her remaining underwear.

"You're really worth a billion, Eleanor. " anito saka marahas na binaba ang panty ng dalaga gamit lamang ang kanyang daliri.