THE GOLDEN CAGE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 38

The thick, stifling heat of their release began to cool, but the heavy weight of Dominic’s body remained entirely unyielding as he lay flat against her. He stayed locked deep inside her, his rigid length keeping her wet, sensitive walls stretched to the absolute limit while his chest heaved against her bare breasts. The storm outside continued its relentless assault on the glass, casting a gray, watery light over the dark lounge that illuminated the absolute mess they had made of the velvet sofa. Every time Dominic drew a ragged breath, the slick friction of his skin against hers served as a brutal reminder of how completely he had dominated her space.Vivian lay perfectly still, her small hands resting weakly against his damp shoulders. The echo of her own voice crying out those vulgar, explicit words still vibrated in her ears, sending a sharp, sickening wave of shame straight through her chest. She had begged him. She had called the man who single-handedly dismantled her family’s l

The silence that followed the second storm in the lounge was heavy, broken only by the ragged, synchronized hitches of their breathing. Dominic didn’t move. He remained buried deep inside her, his deadweight pinning her frame flat into the cushions. His sweating chest rose and fell against her bare, bruised breasts, his heart hammering a violent, primitive rhythm right against her ribs. Every heavy breath he took caused his damp, sweating skin to slide against hers with a slick, sticky friction that kept her vividly aware of her complete subjugation.Vivian lay beneath him, her eyes wide and staring blankly at the dark ceiling. The fog of the climax was draining away, leaving her skin tingling with a raw, throbbing heat. Her inner thighs were completely slick, trembling from the sheer force of his possession. The cold, unyielding reality of what she had just done settled into her chest like lead. She hadn't just surrendered her family’s assets tonight; she had given this monster her b

The mechanical whine of the private express elevator was the only sound cutting through the silence as the floor numbers flickered steadily downward. Vivian stood perfectly rigid against the brass-trimmed mirror of the cabin, her hands wrapped so tightly around her leather clutch that her knuckles were entirely white. Inside that bag lay the dry, signed liquidation papers—the literal proof that the Montgomery name, their shipping fleet, and their legacy were now nothing more than line items on Dominic Vance’s balance sheet.Her body was still screaming from the violence of the night. Every drop of movement sent a deep, burning ache straight through her inner thighs, a lingering reminder of the sheer weight he had used to pin her to the velvet couch until her pride was completely shredded. Her throat felt scraped raw, dry as bone from hours of crying out those crude, explicit surrenders into the dark. But as the elevator finally slowed, a heavy chime signaling their arrival deep beneat

Morning arrived without a single ray of natural light inside the lower residential quarters. Vivian stood beside the stainless steel counter in the kitchen, staring down at the unbranded black smartphone. The screen was dark, reflecting her own exhausted, unyielding expression. The cold stone floor chilled her bare feet, but she refused to step back onto the rug. She needed the sting to keep her mind grounded, clear, and sharp.Her body was still recovering from the brutal encounter upstairs, but the anger coursing through her veins acted like a powerful stimulant. Dominic Vance believed he had structured a seamless cage. He assumed that holding her father's medical updates hostage, cutting off her external network access, and locking her inside this clinical concrete box would force her into quiet submission. He was operating purely on numbers, force, and leverage—the exact metrics he used to execute hostile corporate takeovers.He didn't realize that a trapped animal with nothing le