CHAPTER 2

Flora jolted awake in shock. The coldness and sting in her eyes from the alcohol liquid instantly forced her awake. She coughed lightly as the bitter taste of the wine seeped down her throat. Panicked, Flora looked around. An unfamiliar luxury room. And an unfamiliar man staring at her like a predator staring at prey ready to be skinned.

"W-who are you?!" Flora snapped, her voice trembling violently. She quickly slid her body backward until her back hit the headboard. "Where is this? Why am I here?!"

"You are at my place. The place where a woman like you belongs," Arthur answered calmly, but his voice was loaded with an intimidation that crushed the spirit. He walked casually to the small bar table, refilling his glass.

Flora did not waste the opportunity. With the remaining strength she had, she leapt from the bed and ran fast toward the exit. However, when she turned the doorknob, the iron object did not move at all. Locked tight from the outside.

"Help! Open the door! Anyone outside, please help!" Flora pounded on the door desperately, until her palms turned red.

Hearing the commotion, Arthur downed his wine completely, then walked slowly toward Flora, who was now cornered near the door. The radiance of fear was clearly visible in the woman's eyes, making Arthur's dominance rise even more.

"Come here, Sweetheart. Isn't this your daily job? Stop acting," Arthur said as he reached out, harshly gripping Flora's jaw to make her look at him.

"Don't touch me! Bastard!" Flora harshly slapped Arthur's hand away, her tears beginning to fall because of the pain in her jaw.

Arthur chuckled cynically, his eyes flashing sharply with a darkening passion. "Tch, what a bitch. Still putting on a pure act in front of me, it seems."

"What do you mean?! Bitch?! On what basis are you calling me that?! Watch your mouth, and let me go right now! I don't know who you are!" Flora screamed, trying to cover her immense fear. In Arthur's eyes, which were starting to be darkened by anger and passion, Flora's rage looked like a challenge instead.

"Don't worry, Baby. I will definitely let you go... after we finish having fun. Are you already impatient?" Arthur whispered right into Flora's ear, ignoring all of the woman's denials.

Before Flora could evade him, Arthur had already locked her small body between his hard, broad chest and the door. Flora tried to push Arthur's muscular, buff chest, but her strength was utterly defeated. Flora's crying broke out as Arthur began to attack her slender neck with harsh, ravenous kisses, biting her until he left a painful purplish mark there as a sign of ownership.

"Let me go! Please, I beg you don't do this... I am getting married..." Flora's crying exploded, stating a fact that unfortunately the devil-hearted man did not care about at all.

Arthur, who was already blinded by a thirst for dominance, instantly yanked Flora's work shirt until the buttons tore off and scattered across the floor. Flora's upper body was completely exposed. Arthur immediately joined their lips, silencing Flora's screams with a harsh kiss that demanded total submission before throwing the girl's limp body back onto the hellish bed.

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Weeping and begging. That was all Flora could do as Arthur Sterling threw her bare upper body into the middle of the king-size bed. Without giving Flora any time to breathe or cover her chest, Arthur had already crawled up, locking both of Flora's wrists above her head with a single grip of his large, solid hand.

"Let go! I beg you, don't!" Flora screamed hysterically, shaking her head as tears flowed heavily, soaking the pillow.

Arthur did not turn a deaf ear, but those whimpers instead became the fuse for the wrong passion in his alcohol-clouded brain. His dark eyes stared hungrily at Flora's two beautiful mounds, which rose and fell drastically from her racing breath. Without warning, Arthur forcefully yanked Flora's work skirt along with her underwear until they tore, leaving the girl's body stark naked beneath his power.

Arthur positioned his burly body between Flora's thighs. His large-sized manhood, which had been hardening tightly since earlier, was immediately aimed right in front of Flora's intimate opening. Without using any lubricant or foreplay, driven by a hellish, misplaced vengeance, Arthur directly slammed his hips forward in one powerful, brutal thrust.

Stab!

"AAAKHHH!!!"