Chapter 93 Chapter 93
The kiss came suddenly and fiercely, almost vengefully. Grace instinctively fought back, and Nathan, outside the car, was both alarmed and furious after his initial shock.
He ran down the steps and yanked at Grace's side of the car door. His forceful tug failed to open it, and he realized the door was locked. Reaching through the partially lowered window, he tried to unlock it, shouting, "Let her go! Fuck you!"
Benjamin released Grace, gave Nathan an expressionless glance, and sat back down.
Grace was still reeling from shock and anger, but when she saw his movement, her heart sank. Without thinking, she turned around and frantically pushed Nathan's arm out the window, shouting, "Get out of the way!"
Before she could finish speaking, Benjamin slammed his foot down on the accelerator. The engine roared, and the car shot forward instantly. Nathan's arm hadn't fully retracted from the window when he was thrown forward by the car's momentum. He stumbled several steps before crashing heavily to the ground.
Grace glanced back at Nathan sprawled on the pavement, his condition unknown. She shouted at Benjamin, "Stop the car! Stop it now! What the hell are you doing?"
Benjamin's lips tightened, but he refused to acknowledge her. Not only did the car not stop, but it also accelerated onto the main road. Terrified and furious, Grace tried to reach over and wrestle the steering wheel from Benjamin, but she couldn't. Resentment and helplessness filled her as she fumbled for her phone in her purse and dialed Nathan's number. Fortunately, Nathan answered after only one ring. Before she could speak, he urgently asked, "Ms. Hill, are you okay?"
Hearing his voice eased Grace's heart slightly. "Are you hurt?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Nathan replied, his breath noticeably ragged and betraying his extreme agitation. "Ms. Hill, don't be afraid. I'm calling the police right now!"
"No!" Grace blurted out frantically. She glanced at Benjamin beside her. His lips curved into a faint, cold smile. Upon hearing her words, he shot her a look but said nothing, turning back to focus on driving.
Steadying herself, Grace said to Nathan, "Don't worry. I'm fine. There's no need to call the police."
Having witnessed the earlier scene, Nathan couldn't possibly feel reassured. He pressed, "Where did he take you? I'll come find you!"
"I'm really fine," Grace emphasized again. After a pause, she lied, "There might have been some misunderstanding earlier, but he's fine now. How about this? You go back to school first. I'll call you later, okay?"
Nathan had no choice but to agree for now. "All right then. I'll wait for your call, Ms. Hill."
Grace tucked away her phone, fastened her seatbelt, and turned to Benjamin coldly. "Benjamin, could you please stop acting like a lunatic and find a place to pull over?"
Benjamin only sneered and accelerated the car. It sped west on the main road, exiting the city, then turned south. After another bumpy stretch, the car finally came to a halt on a dim, secluded lane.
A river could be seen in the distance—the car had driven right to the riverside. Grace couldn’t help but sneer. “What? Planning to kill me and dump my body?”
He ignored her, resting his hands on the steering wheel. He sat silently for a moment. Suddenly, he began adjusting the seat beneath him. She watched him coldly, growing alarmed. Just as she was about to speak, he leaned over, unbuckled her seatbelt, seized her shoulders with an iron grip, lifted her entire body, and pulled her toward him.
"Benjamin! What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice trembling with shock and fury.
"Fuck you!"
He answered with a cold laugh and forced her to straddle him. One hand fumbled with his belt buckle while the other hand tore at her clothes under her skirt.
She often wore skirts and stockings, even in the winter. Her usually sturdy pantyhose felt like thin paper under his hands and tore with a sharp rip.
Shocked and furious, she stiffened her body to push him away, but he gripped her waist tightly and forced her down.
With no foreplay whatsoever, her lower body was dry and tight. The struggle left her muscles rigid. Under these conditions, the intrusion of his member—as thick as a baby's arm—felt as if her entire being were splitting apart.
A cry of pain escaped her lips. Forgetting her injured wrist, she braced her hands against his shoulders and wailed, "It hurts, Benjamin! It hurts!"
Benjamin paused momentarily before thrusting again, his voice cold. "Want it to stop hurting? Then be a good girl."
His rage had come without warning tonight, leaving her utterly baffled. Gritting her teeth, she endured his brutal assault. The agony became unbearable, forcing her to show weakness. Trembling, she pleaded, "Benjamin, please. Slow down. I can't take it anymore."
Only then did his movements soften slightly. He changed his technique, slowly thrusting in and out until she grew wetter, and then he resumed his pace. His words turned dirty. "You’re so tight. You deserve this pain. Is Adrian a useless piece of shit? He fucked you for four years, and you're still as tight as a virgin. If it were me...”
Grace couldn't bear the humiliation anymore. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. The sharp crack startled them both. Benjamin stared at her blankly for a moment before his expression turned vicious. Disregarding her feelings completely, he pinned her arms behind her back with one hand, gripped her waist with the other, and thrust with brutal force.
Time seemed to reverse, flashing back to that earlier moment when he’d pinned her against the floor-to-ceiling window and ravaged her without restraint.
Yet just last night, they’d been so intimately entwined. He’d held her close, resisting his desire. But he’d woken with such intensity that he couldn’t bear to touch her. Instead, he rose and took a cold shower.
What had happened to make him treat her like this all of a sudden?
She couldn't understand, nor could she guess.
Her wrists ached, and the pain beneath her was even worse. Through tear-filled eyes, she watched his expression grow increasingly twisted. Only when she realized his thrusts were growing faster and faster did she grasp that he was about to climax. Struggling desperately to break free, she cried out in panic, "Don't...don't come inside me!"
He ignored her completely. He didn't pull out; he gripped her waist tightly with both hands, pinning her down on top of him.
He thrust deep inside her and came.
The sensation was too real, too despairing. His heat made her convulse; her whole body trembled and shook as she curled up into a ball in his arms.
After a long moment, his tense body finally relaxed. He exhaled slowly and collapsed back onto the seat.
She seemed to have calmed down as well. Gritting her teeth, she climbed off him and returned to the passenger seat. After a quick wipe-down, she curled up into a ball and huddled there.
After a long pause, she suddenly let out a soft, hoarse chuckle. "Benjamin," she said in a hushed voice. "You're right. Every time, it's just about venting. Sometimes, you do it just to inflict pain."
Benjamin turned his head to watch her for a moment, saying nothing. He wiped himself with a tissue, adjusted his seat, and started the car, driving back along the same route.
Neither spoke during the journey. Grace turned her head toward the window, refusing to look at him. Only when the car entered the city and neon lights began to multiply along the roadside did she speak again, her voice flat. "Find a pharmacy. Pull over."
He remained silent, driving on without a word.
As an open pharmacy flashed by, Grace whipped her head around. Her voice was laced with fury. "Benjamin! Pull over! I need to buy birth control pills!"
Benjamin shot her a glance. "It's unnecessary."