Chapter22 Furious
All the guests exchanged glances, seeing complete bewilderment in each other's eyes.
Lina was cunning. Even though they had used every trick in the book to tease and proposition her, she always skillfully evaded them. After several hours, the most they had managed was to tear her dress. They hadn't even touched her.
This bite mark definitely wasn't their doing!
Could it be that when she snuck away earlier, she was meeting some guy for a hookup?
But she came back with Caius.
No way, could it really have been Caius? No, no, absolutely impossible...
Cold sweat gradually seeped down their backs. Their eyes went rigid as they fell into an utterly terrifying speculation. They didn't notice that the bodyguards had already silently positioned themselves in front of them, forming a human wall that blocked their view of Linnea.
Caius picked up the button.
Cheap, flimsy, just like the tactics Linnea used when defying him.
He wasn't the type of master to casually discard his toys. If Linnea misbehaved, even if she was promiscuous enough to sleep with others, it didn't matter. He was confident in his ability to train toys. He had countless ways to discipline a naughty Linnea.
But he hadn't expected to feel angry. Angry at this toy that was supposed to be just for his amusement.
From earlier until now, he had been continuously provoked by Linnea's clumsy tricks. What a novel experience.
On stage, Gary stared at the bleeding bite mark, his lustful thoughts replaced by shock and suspicion. This was in front of the guests! How dare she openly display evidence of being defiled by another man? If she angered the patrons with this, it would definitely implicate him too!
After snapping back to reality, Gary quickly tried to pull her shoulder strap back up.
His hand had barely reached midair when a terrifying force grabbed it and yanked him outward. Gary even felt himself airborne for a few seconds before he fell off the stage in a humiliating heap, sprawled on the floor.
He struggled to lift his head, and a pair of custom leather shoes appeared in his vision.
It was that intimidating big shot, asking him, "Which hand touched her?"
Gary could already foresee his arm broken. His lips began to tremble.
"I... I didn't touch her, really. She was the one who pulled me to dance. I don't even know her..."
The man looked up, asking Linnea on stage, "Is what he said true?"
"No." Linnea said quietly, feigning innocence. "He threatened me before work, saying I had to dance with him. If I refused, he would have people teach me a lesson after work."
"How terrible."
A group of bodyguards rushed forward, locking Gary's arms on both sides and dragging him out. Gary struggled futilely while staring at Linnea in disbelief. "Lina, you're lying through your teeth! You're a despicable person!"
But Linnea had no mood to retaliate against Gary.
"About to go down yourself, yet still trying to drag an enemy down for revenge?" Caius stood before her. "Kitten, you're full of bad intentions."
"But you still punished him for me."
"That will be my last act of mercy tonight." Caius chuckled softly. He stared at her intently and asked, "So, are you done playing now, kitten?"
His finger touched her shoulder, the pad of his finger brushing lightly across the bite mark before pulling the offensive shoulder strap back up.
This touch made the intense pain from the bite on the back of her neck scream loudly in her brain again. Linnea endured her fear, feigning composure. "That's the question I should be asking you. Did you have fun tonight, distinguished Mr. Caius?"
"Linnea, have you never learned how to please your man?" Caius asked in a low voice. "Do you insist on flaunting yourself in front of everyone, insist on making me angry?"
Linnea was still holding back her frustration, yet this man was blaming her instead!
Various emotions piled on top of her head until even breathing felt difficult. "But wasn't that exactly what you said you wanted to see? Caius, you told me to strip, so I stripped for you. You told me to perform, so I performed. What's wrong with that..."
Before she could finish, a large palm pressed tightly over her face, forcing all her arguments back down her throat.
"You're so noisy."
She was pressed into that scorching body, facing Caius directly.
He gripped her tightly and walked out. The bodyguards automatically cleared a path.
"Linnea, do you really have a death wish?"
"No matter. I have plenty of time tonight to awaken your survival instinct."
Dragged all the way to the elevator, in the narrow enclosed space, Linnea was pressed against the wall, forced to endure an even more aggressive kiss. "Mmph... let me go..."
Caius kissed her urgently and fiercely, without any intent to tease or show affection. Pure punishment, possession, wanting to brand his mark on her, wanting to force out her painful tears before he would stop.
Linnea couldn't bear this plundering. Her whole body went limp, hanging on Caius, held up only by the large hands gripping her arms, or she would have collapsed to the floor.
A kiss completely filled with the taste of blood and biting.
After what felt like forever, the kiss finally ended. Caius released her lips, panting, his hot breath spraying on her face. "Now, tell me, what did you do wrong?"
Caius hadn't pressed any floor button. The elevator remained stationary.
Linnea was completely drained of strength. She sat on Caius's leg that was pressed between her thighs, holding onto one of his arms, her head falling weakly against it. "Caius... you're just a lunatic..."
"Of course I am. But right now, saying that means you're blaming me?"
Caius stared intently at her cheek pressed against his upper arm, flushed with a tempting crimson. She was still clutching that bunny costume.
He looked at her bitten lips and heard her mumble, "You're the one who made me strip in public, made me debase myself, humiliate myself, become a plaything..."
"Did I make you board that yacht? Did I make you service other men? Did I make you flirt with other men for a few bills? Did I make you climb into another man's bed..."
Linnea interrupted loudly, "I told you I didn't!"
Caius stopped. His gaze shifted slightly upward, looking down at her eyes filled with mist. After a few seconds, he spoke. "You dare talk back now?"
Linnea was silent for longer.
"Am I really that cheap in your eyes?"
"You're the one presenting yourself that way." Caius said flatly. "This tattered dress of yours, did someone force you to wear it?"
He still didn't believe her?
Linnea suddenly lost the strength to argue. She stared at the enclosed elevator ceiling, suppressing her breathing, and said:
"I'm sorry, okay? Caius, it's my fault. I degraded myself. I dirtied myself. I dirtied your sex toy. I'm unforgivable. Can you please help clean me up? Use that thick cock of yours to let me atone for the heinous crimes I've committed..."
"Linnea, no need for sarcasm."
His consistently smooth tone completely infuriated Linnea.
"Then what the hell do you want to do!"
She cried.
She had been involved with Caius for almost two months now. Already past half the contract period.
During this time, they hadn't slept together frequently. But after those few brief encounters, Linnea mistakenly believed that even though they had friction a few days ago, overall, they were no longer just ordinary bed partners. At least, Caius should somewhat understand her boundaries.
But it turned out that in Caius's eyes, she was nothing more than a cheap bed partner who could be discarded at any time.
She couldn't possibly complete the contract mission, could she?
The physical discomfort intensified her negative thoughts. Overwhelming despair shrouded her mind.
Until Caius moved.
He curled his fingers, somewhat roughly wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"What to do?"
One hand supporting her buttocks, he lifted her up, spreading her legs apart and wrapping them around his waist, pressing her back against the cold wall, their lower bodies intimately aligned through the fabric.
"Of course I'll do as you said. Use my thing to clean you from inside out."
"Right here."