Chapter 2. Let Out Your Moans!

A middle-aged woman with reddish hair sat on a silk-upholstered sofa. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction as the phone on the side table rang. She picked it up calmly, pressing it to her ear.

“Yes, hello?” Her voice was soft but laced with intrigue.

“Mrs. Brittany, I just wanted to inform you that the woman you sold to Mr. X has entered his room. You’ll receive ten million dollars tomorrow morning,” the man on the other end replied in a cold, professional tone.

The middle-aged woman, Brittany, smiled widely, her gaze sharpening. “Excellent. Make sure there are no disturbances. I won’t tolerate any mistakes in this transaction.”

“Of course, ma’am. Everything has been arranged perfectly,” the man assured before ending the call.

Once the call disconnected, Brittany set the phone back on the table and let out a delighted laugh. The sound echoed through the room, filling the air with an eerie aura. Her sly grin revealed a row of pearly white teeth, making her appear even more terrifying.

“By tomorrow morning, ten million dollars will be mine,” she murmured smugly. “And you, Cordelia, will disappear from this life.”

Brittany laughed again, louder and more chilling than before. Nothing could stop her now. She had reached the peak of her wicked scheme, and no one could deny her the victory she had long desired.

Cordelia had fallen right into her trap!

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The blindfold was removed by the handsome man standing before her. Instantly, Cordelia’s eyes locked onto his piercing blue ones. Fear still gripped her, especially after hearing his declaration that he wanted her body. Cordelia was no prostitute—she would never surrender herself to a man who wasn’t her husband.

“You’re insane!” Cordelia mustered the courage to snap.

The handsome man smirked. “Call me insane all you want, but nothing you say will change my mind.”

“Don’t you dare! I’ll report you to the authorities!” Cordelia shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her gaze darted around, taking in the lavish room—clearly a hotel suite. The realization only deepened her terror.

The man chuckled darkly. “The authorities? Tell me, which authorities would dare arrest me, hm?”

Cordelia swallowed hard, her throat tight with fear. The man before her was no ordinary person—his aura alone screamed danger.

“I-I want to go home!” she sobbed.

The man remained silent, his cold, unreadable stare boring into her. For several minutes, the only sound was Cordelia’s ragged breathing, the silence amplifying her dread.

“Tonight, you belong to me,” the man murmured.

Cordelia shook her head fiercely. “I don’t belong to you!”

His smirk widened at her defiance. The more she resisted, the more determined he became. What intrigued him most was how innocent and naive this woman he’d purchased truly was.

Suddenly, Cordelia froze as an odd sensation coursed through her. Her body grew unbearably hot, her head spun, and her heart pounded erratically. Something was terribly wrong.

“What did you do to me? Why do I feel so hot?” she gasped, panic rising.

“Ah, the drug is taking effect. Well, I simply slipped something into your drink to ensure we have… fun tonight. I wanted us to play rough,” the man admitted with a wicked grin.

Cordelia’s panic surged. The heat intensified, and an unfamiliar urge clawed at her self-control. “Sir, please! Don’t do this to me!” she begged, struggling against the overwhelming sensations.

The man watched her like a predator eyeing its prey. “Fighting it only makes the effects stronger.”

Cordelia thrashed, but her limbs grew weaker by the second. She felt trapped in her own body, helpless to escape. “Please! Do something! I can’t stand this!” Her voice was a desperate whisper.

The man let out a low, triumphant laugh. “You need my help, hm?”

Cordelia nodded weakly, her resolve crumbling. “Yes! Make it stop. It’s too hot… I can’t take it anymore.”

Her last shred of hope vanished. No one would save her from this nightmare. She was trapped in a cruel game she never imagined she’d be part of—while the man relished every second of her torment.

Cordelia lay on the bed, her cries growing louder as the man began touching her. Though her hands were still bound, her body responded to his caresses in ways she couldn’t control. Fear and confusion warred within her—his touch repulsed her, yet her traitorous body reacted with sensations she didn’t understand.

“Please, stop,” she whimpered, tears flowing freely. “Don’t do this…”

“You’re the one who asked for my help. So I’ll help you.” The man cupped Cordelia’s face, capturing her lips in a deep, invasive kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, and despite herself, a strangled moan escaped her.

“Ah—”

The man pulled back slightly, his hand sliding down to her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin. “Tell me, how does it feel?”

“Ah… ah… p-please stop, Sir! I’m begging you!” Cordelia’s plea came out as a sinful moan.

“You’re such a hypocrite. Your lips say no, but your body says otherwise.” His fingers trailed up to her neck before descending to her full breasts. When he pinched her hardened nipple through the fabric, she arched with a sharp cry.

“I know you like it,” he taunted.

Cordelia shook her head. “No, I don’t!”

His touch sent shivers through her, yet a treacherous warmth pooled low in her belly. Her breathing grew ragged, but she refused to admit the truth.

“Really? Your body disagrees,” he rasped.

Cordelia shook her head, fighting the rising pleasure. “No! Please! I don’t want this! Let me go!”

Ignoring her protests, he slipped his hand under her skirt. A dark smile curved his lips when he felt her dampness. “See? You’re already soaked.”

Cordelia sobbed, turning her face away in shame. Humiliation burned through her, yet her body continued betraying her. “Please! I’m begging you! Stop!”

The man’s gaze turned icy, devoid of mercy. “Resistance is pointless. Tonight, you’re mine. I can do whatever I want to you—so don’t even try to fight it.”

Hopelessness crashed over Cordelia. There was no escape from this nightmare. Every touch intensified the conflicting sensations, leaving her powerless against her own body’s responses.

The man reveled in her torment, intoxicated by the control he held over her. To him, Cordelia was nothing more than a plaything—one whose pleas and struggles only fueled his satisfaction.

“Instead of fighting me, why don’t you moan for me again? I love hearing your sweet little sounds,” he whispered before pinching her nipple sharply.