Chapter 2: The Game He Played

Chapter 2: The Game He Played

The door shut with a heavy click behind them, sealing Janine inside a world where the rules were no longer hers.

Theo leaned back in the velvet chair like a king in his private court, watching her with an unreadable expression. His suit was sharp, his jaw tense, and his gaze devoured every inch of her. He didn’t hide the fact that he wanted her. He owned that desire, wore it like a weapon.

“On your knees.”

The command wasn’t loud, but it echoed in the room like thunder. Janine's heart jumped. Her body obeyed before her mind could process the weight of what she was doing. Her fingers brushed his knee as she settled between his legs, trembling beneath his gaze.

Theo cupped her chin, lifting her face. “Look at me.”

Her eyes met his, half-hidden behind the mask, and she could see it now—he wasn’t just rich or handsome. He was dangerous. A man who wasn’t used to being told no.

When she moved slowly, cautious, unsure, he tilted his head.

“Are you making me wait on purpose?” he murmured, his voice dark with amusement—and threat.

She blinked. “No, I—”

“Then stop acting like your a fucking virgin .” His hand slid behind her head, firm. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

And just like that, he took over.

Janine gasped but didn’t resist. His grip was strong but not cruel—rough in a way that sparked something she didn’t understand. He moved her with practiced precision, his breathing growing heavier, his dominance spilling from every touch, every command.

She let go of her thoughts. Her pride. Her shame.

Just this once.

Minutes passed in a blur of heat and power until Theo let out a deep, guttural sound that sent chills down her spine. His fingers tightened in her hair, his whole body tensed—and then it was over.

Janine sat back, breathless, her lips tingling, heart pounding. Her head was spinning.

But Theo wasn’t done.

Before she could move, he grabbed her chin again and forced her to look up at him.

“Get on the bed,” he said. “Lay back. Spread your legs for me.”

Her body froze.

She stood slowly and moved to the bed, the red leather dress sticking to her skin. She lay back against the silk sheets, but kept her legs closed, her body stiff with uncertainty.

Theo didn’t wait.

He followed her like a storm—fast, commanding, overwhelming. His hand wrapped around her knee and pushed it aside, then the other, parting her with effortless force. He hovered above her, pinning her in place, caging her in with his body.

“You disobeyed,” he growled. “You don’t do that again.”

She barely managed a breath before he dipped his head and kissed her throat, her collarbone, the space between her breasts. His hands roamed over her body, learning her curves like they were his to claim.

He yanked the zipper of her dress down roughly, letting it fall open. The red lace beneath made him pause, eyes darkening.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, more to himself.

Then he ran his hands along the waistband of her panties, teasing, tracing, making her squirm beneath him.

When he pinched her nipple through the lace, she gasped "Ahh". When he slid his hand down to her waist, then between her thighs, she arched without realizing. "Ohh"

She whimpered as his fingers trailed along the edge of her underwear, toying with her.

“Sensitive,” he noted, smirking. “You act shy, but your body begs.”

He teased her folds that's under a tiny bit of fabric. Sliding his finger up and down like playing some soft music on a guitar. He can hear her whimper and pleasured sounds coming from her mouth.

Then Theo lost his patience in the next heartbeat. He tore the lace from her body like it was paper and pressed himself against her, not giving her time to speak or think or breathe.

She cried out—more from shock than pain—and Theo froze, his eyes narrowing.

But when he saw the blood and the truth hit him, he stilled.

“Fuck! you’re a virgin?” he asked, low and sharp.

Janine turned her face away, ashamed.

For a moment, silence.

Then a soft chuckle, dark and amused.

“Did you plan this?” he whispered in her ear. “What do you want?”

She didn’t answer. She couldn't at this point she was in pain. She felt like something in her body was being torn apart. She hold her cries and pain.

“Money?” He stopped talking and looked into her eyes. “Or you plan to blackmail me into something else?”

“Tell me, woman!” He shouted in rage, he felt like a fool for falling for this kind of scheme.

Then his arms tightened around her, she was scared. Her eyes are starting to build up tears but she holds it back.

“Nothing, I don't want anything from you…. it's just that it's really my first and I don't have a plan to do anything wicked sir.”

She looked at him and said firmly. “Don't worry sir, I know this is only a night of pleasure to you and this is just a job for me”

With that answer Theo was shocked and curious about this woman.

She hadn’t just sold her body for one night of survival.

She had caught the attention of a man who always got what he wanted—and now, he wanted her.