로그인Flora 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!!!"
"Elena?" Alistair Finch whispered, his voice cracking. The icy, untouchable mafia boss suddenly looked like a fragile old man. He lowered his assault rifle slightly, his shattered blue eyes locked entirely on Flora."Don't shoot!" Finch roared at his men, panic bleeding into his command. "Drop your aims! Do not point your weapons at her!"The ten elite guards hesitated, completely thrown off by their boss's sudden break in composure. They lowered the barrels of their rifles toward the damp concrete floor.Arthur did not hesitate. He did not lower his gun. His mind processed the tactical shift in a fraction of a second. Finch believed the lie. Finch thought his dea
"Five minutes, Arthur," Finch’s voice echoed from the radio on the floor. "Tick tock."Arthur didn't press the transmit button. He raised his heavy leather boot and brought it down hard, crushing the radio into sharp pieces of plastic and wire. The threat was cut off instantly."Doni," Arthur said. His voice was terrifyingly calm. He didn't look at the shattered radio. He looked down the hallway, calculating the tactical nightmare. "How many of our men are still breathing on the estate?"Doni wiped a streak of blood from his forehead and quickly checked his tactical tablet. "Thirty, maybe thirty-five, Boss. They have a hundred. We are heavily outnumbered, an
"Arthur!" Silas’s voice roared through the heavy steel door. "I have breaching charges! I will blow this door to hell and kill everyone inside! Open it now!"Flora scrambled backward, pressing herself against the far wall of the vault. She pulled Arthur’s tailored suit jacket tightly around her shivering shoulders. Her bare feet slipped slightly on the white tiles, slick with Devon’s blood.Arthur did not flinch at the threat. He stood firmly in the center of the room, his suppressed pistol gripped tightly in his right hand."Stay exactly where you are, Flora," Arthur commanded, his eyes locked on the vault door. "Do not stand up until I tell you
The suppressed gunshot was nothing more than a sharp, quiet thwip in the soundproof vault.Flora squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the agonizing slice of the blade across her throat. It never came.Instead, the suffocating pressure of Devon’s grip vanished instantly. The bloody combat knife slipped from his fingers and clattered harmlessly against the white tiles. Devon’s massive body went completely rigid for a fraction of a second before he collapsed backward like a severed puppet.His head hit the floor with a sickening crack.Flora fell to her knees, gasping for air.
Flora pressed her back against the cold steel of the vault door. There was nowhere left to run.Devon took another step toward her. His left leg dragged across the white tile, leaving a smear of dark blood. His breath rattled in his chest, a wet, terrible sound caused by the bullet Arthur had put below his collarbone."Devon, stop," Flora pleaded, raising her hands. "Look at me. It's Flora. I am not one of them.""You are," Devon rasped, a deranged smile stretching across his bruised face. "You stood in that bunker and looked at me like I was dirt. You let them drag me away.""I was trying to save your life! If I told Silas the truth, he
"Who did you talk to before we left?" Arthur demanded, his voice low and vibrating with absolute menace.He leaned across the leather seat of the speeding SUV, trapping Flora against the door. His dark eyes searched her face for a single flinch, a single tell."I didn't talk to anyone," Flora said, her voice shaking but her gaze steady. "I was locked in your bedroom.""Devon is a civilian," Arthur growled, his hand snapping out to grip her chin. His fingers pressed hard into her jawline. "He cannot break a set of steel cuffs and slit the throats of two armed syndicate guards. Someone helped him. Someone on my payroll.""Then find your mol







