Chapter 77:
“There is no one coming to save you, Aurora. I am your new master. Now take off your clothes. I want to see the goods I purchased!”
I cringed at his harsh words as my legs took hesitant steps toward him.
“Be a good girl. You don’t want to make me mad,” he warned, a dark smirk spreading across his face.
My soul almost left my body when his fingers grazed my bare skin, moving down to my exposed chest before wrapping around my firm breasts.
I swallowed the disgust burning in my gut as I fought hard to endure it. The more I tried, the more the bile of disgust grew, making me want to vomit.
If only my top hadn’t been ripped apart by some horny bastard.
“Relax. You will enjoy it,” his voice came as a whisper, but it only filled me with dread. He leaned closer, pulling me to him as his fingers worked their way into my bra, unclasping it.
I stiffened against his touch as his fingers snaked their way to my hardened nipples.
Uncertainty filled me, turning me into a statue when his tongue met my earlobes. My breath became harsh when his long tongue buried deep to lick my inner ears. Instead of soft moans, soft whimpers left my throat as tears started to well up in my eyes.
I wanted an end to this assault.
I wasn’t ready to give it up yet.
It took every ounce of self-control not to slap his hand away when it squeezed my butt, spanking it.
My heart hammered against my chest as his finger trailed toward my…
“Please, stop!” I blurted, but he was too engrossed to hear.
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Maybe I should say it again?
Doubt crept into my head, ringing with the consequences. I wasn’t ready to die… but he mustn’t get a glimpse of my secret.
Fear gripped me tightly when his hand caressed my fat stomach, moving down to my womanhood.
“Stop, I beg you.” Disappointment flushed through me as my voice came out weak and shaky.
But now wasn’t the time to give up.
“I’m not ready,” I stammered, trying to think of the best way to convince him.
“I’m a… virgin… I…” My voice trailed off as I landed my gaze on him.
Fear embalmed me as I shut my eyes, awaiting his scolding or reaction, but none came.
Relief washed through me when his hardened eyes softened a bit.
It’s working.
A wave of frustration crashed over him as excitement drained from his face.
Reluctantly, he withdrew his body from mine, adjusting his clothes before walking away from the table.
Without wasting any time, I hurriedly picked up my torn clothes from the floor and put them on before he could change his mind.
“Leave,” he said flatly, turning his back to me as he gazed out the large tinted window.
