CHAPTER 3

Flora screamed shrilly; an extraordinary pain, as if splitting her body in two, instantly snatched her consciousness away for a few seconds. Her body tensed rigidly, arching extremely on the bed.

That brutal slam made Arthur jolt in place. The dense sensation, the extremely tight squeeze, and a real barrier that he had just forcefully torn until it spilled fresh blood onto the white sheets snapped him awake instantly—the girl beneath his confinement turned out to be a tightly sealed virgin! She was not an experienced bitch like his nephew had accused.

However, Arthur, who was already at the peak of release and mastered by alcohol, did not want to stop. The dense texture and natural suction from Flora's still-pure passage instead made his manhood harden even more to the maximum limit. Instead of backing away, Arthur instead leaned down, harshly devouring Flora's lips to silence her sorrowful crying, while his hips began to move, pumping.

Arthur raised the rhythm of his thrusts to become fast and constant. Every deep stab that hit her uterine wall made Flora writhe violently, clawing the sheets with her fingernails that turned white. The utter pain slowly paired with an unfamiliar hot sensation. The sound of wet skin friction and Arthur's heavy groans filled the soundproofed penthouse room.

"Oh, fuck... damn it, Baby..." Arthur groaned hoarsely, the veins in his neck tightening as he drove his manhood even deeper, squeezing every inch of pleasure from Flora's pure body.

Flora screamed in resignation, the rest of her strength completely drained beneath the monster's merciless slamming. Right as Arthur reached his climax, he thrust his hips deeply and disgorged the entirety of his abundant, warm fluid, flooding the deepest part of Flora's pure womb.

Arthur collapsed on top of Flora's limp, helpless body. His breath hitched, their sweat mingling on top of the skin. After a few minutes of settling his heartbeat, Arthur shifted to the side. He turned his body, staring at Flora, who was looking at the ceiling of the room with a blank stare like a living corpse, while her tears continued to flow silently.

"Stop crying. Your crying won't change anything that has already gone inside here," Arthur whispered coldly, his fingers wiping the remaining blood and fluid on Flora's inner thigh. Flora closed her eyes tightly, her body trembling from the deep trauma. The purity she had guarded for decades for Devon was now completely shattered at the hands of an unfamiliar monster.

Arthur pulled Flora's bare body into his possessive embrace. "Starting tonight, you are mine. I won't let another man touch what I have already marked. Now sleep."

The next morning, at seven o'clock, Arthur woke up and found Flora already awake with bloodshot, swollen eyes. Throughout the entire night, Flora had not closed her eyes at all.

"Mom, Dad... forgive Flo... Devon..." Flora sobbed faintly, mourning her fate that had now been stained.

"Morning, Sweetheart. How was your sleep?" Arthur asked, kissing Flora's forehead without the slightest bit of guilt. Flora immediately turned her face away with utter annoyance and disgust.

Instead of being angry, Arthur instead chuckled cynically seeing that rejection. His ego and self-confidence as a powerful man suddenly surged high. "You're angry? Fine, I understand. I am a man who takes responsibility for what I break. I will marry you and make you the grand Madame in the Sterling palace."

"Now get up, clean your body before I take you home. Or... do you want us to take a bath together?" Arthur smirked lewdly, staring at Flora's exposed curves. "Seems like that's a good idea."

Without caring about Flora's rejecting screams, Arthur instantly yanked the girl's bare body into his arms and stepped firmly toward the luxurious bathroom. He seated Flora inside the bathtub that was already filled with warm water. Arthur took the soap, rubbing Flora's skin gently. However, the sight of Flora's wet body under the warm water, added to the purplish bruises resulting from his actions last night, instead reignited his primal passion. Arthur's manhood behind the towel hardened tightly again, demanding release.

"Don't... I beg you, it hurts..." Flora whispered as she felt Arthur's hard tip stinging her back thigh again. She tried to hit Arthur's chest and rebel to get away.

SLAP!

A hard slap landed on Flora's smooth cheek from Arthur's hand, who instantly lost his patience from being continuously rejected. "Shut up and enjoy it, Flora!" Arthur barked absolute command.

Arthur flipped Flora's body around in the water, forcing her to bend over in a doggy style position. Without a shred of mercy, from behind, Arthur directly drove his large manhood back into Flora's intimate opening, which was still swollen and sensitive from last night.

"Ah! It hurts! Let go!" Flora screamed, gripping the marble edge of the bathtub tightly.