Chapter 199: Humiliated By Him

Holly’s POV

I swirled lazily in my office chair, biting the edge of my pen as the same question looped in my head for the thousandth time.

Should I tell him? Should I not?

The thought slithered through my chest like poison and sugar at once. Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since I started at his company. Two weeks since Candy wrapped her mask tight and crawled into his bed. Two weeks since I gave him my virginity.

And now I can’t stop.

A gasp slipped from my lips before I could catch it. My thighs pressed together under the desk, my body betraying me as flashes of last night crashed into me like waves.

David’s apartment.

The moment I stepped inside, his hands were already on me…desperate, bruising, like he hadn’t touched air in days and I was the only thing keeping him alive. He shoved me against the wall, lips claiming mine through the mask, teeth scraping, tongue rough, making me moan so loud I prayed his neighbors heard.

He lifted me off the ground like I weighed nothing, my legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried me deeper inside. My dress rode up, his fingers digging into my ass, and then he slammed me onto the dining table. Papers and glass scattered to the floor, but he didn’t care. He yanked my panties aside and shoved his fingers inside me without a word.

I nearly screamed, gripping the table until my knuckles ached.

“God, Candy…” His voice was guttural, broken, like the sound of a man on the edge of losing his mind. “You’re already soaked for me. You fucking love this.”

“I do,” I gasped, masking my voice with the same lightness I’ve been practicing to keep my identity hidden. My voice didn’t sound like mine. It sounded like hunger.

He bent me over the table and pushed into me from behind, so deep I thought I might break in half. The sting, the stretch, the heat…I cried out, nails raking across polished wood, and he slammed harder. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back as his breath scorched my ear.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. Each thrust was brutal, shoving me forward against the table edge, sending shocks through my spine. “Say it.”

“I’m yours!” I screamed, shame melting into the sweetest ache.

He dragged me from the table to the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed like a doll. And then…God…he devoured me. Mouth between my thighs, tongue relentless, not stopping until my body buckled, until I was shaking and begging him to let me breathe.

But he didn’t stop.

He flipped me, twisted me, fucked me until I didn’t know where my body ended and his began. On my back, on all fours, riding him until my legs gave out and I collapsed onto his chest. His hands bruised my hips, his teeth grazed my neck, his voice growled filth into my ear until I thought I’d explode just from the sound of it.

And the mask never came off.

That was the sweetest part.

Here I was, sitting in the office now, spinning in this chair, while he walked these same halls with that composed, ruthless face, not knowing the woman he bent over his dining table last night is the same one sitting across from him in meetings.

I squeezed my thighs tighter, lips parted in a shaky breath, fingers twitching against the pen.

Addicted? No. That word’s too soft.

I’m ruined.

David ruined me.

And the sick, dangerous truth?

I want more.

The door to my office clicked open…sharp, metallic, like the sound of a gun cocking. My chair froze mid-spin, heat rushing to my cheeks, betraying the wild, reckless thoughts I’d been drowning in.

Norman walked in.

“Holly,” he drawled, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the air itself. “Get ready. You’ll be joining David and me for a meeting. We could use your… special insights, like last time.”

That look.

The one that made my skin crawl, that oily glint in his eyes that stripped me down to nothing but prey.

“Yes, boss,” I said, my voice clipped as I fixed my gaze on the desktop, fingers flying across the keyboard like I was too suffocated with work to even breathe. If I looked busy enough, maybe he wouldn’t linger.

But in the weeks I’d been here, Norman had proven himself exactly the kind of man I already knew he was. The type who fed on silence. Who mistook discomfort for weakness. Who circled his target endlessly until either she broke… or he found someone weaker to chew on.

Lucky for him, I can handle his type. In fact, I will use him to my advantage when the time comes for it.

The morning dragged into meetings…endless charts, numbers, and the heavy scent of arrogance that followed David wherever he went. He sat at the head of the conference table like a king, while I kept my head down, pretending to scribble notes I didn’t give a damn about.

Then it happened.

“Rodriquez,” David’s voice cut through the room like a blade, smooth but dripping venom. “Coffee. For everyone.”

I froze. There were at least ten clients in the room, all in their expensive suits, their eyes darting to me in awkward silence.

Norman, sitting across the table, frowned. “Dave, Holly isn’t supposed to…”

David didn’t even look at him. His cold gaze pinned me instead, dark and merciless. “Would you rather fetch coffee… or leave the company?”

The room went deadly silent. I felt the humiliation burn hot in my cheeks, searing through my veins. I forced my lips into a polite smile, my voice steady though my chest roared with fury. “Coffee. Of course.”

I stood, clutching my notebook like a shield. My heels clicked against the floor, each step a war drum in my head. I barely made it two steps when…

His leg shot out under the table.

I didn’t see it until it was too late. My toe caught, my balance snapped, and I went sprawling forward. Papers scattered. My notebook flew. My body hit the carpet with a brutal thud.

Laughter. Stifled chuckles around the table.

My palms stung. My knees ached. My pride shattered.

Slowly, I lifted my head. David sat there, leaning back in his chair, legs stretched out leisurely as if nothing had happened. His mouth curved into the faintest smirk, cruel, taunting, his eyes burning into me like he wanted me to remember this moment for the rest of my life.

And I would.

Oh, I would.

Because this wasn’t his first time humiliating me.

David had been chipping away at me for days… deliberate, calculated, cruel.

Sending me on errands that had nothing to do with my job. Fetching his dry-cleaning across town in the middle of a storm. Driving across the city to pick up a “specific brand” of bottled water when the office fridge was already stocked. Carrying stacks of files heavy enough to break my spine while he leaned back in his chair and watched without lifting a finger.

Every request came with that same flat, icy tone. Not anger. Not even impatience. Just cold indifference, like I was beneath him, an inconvenience he tolerated only until I crumbled and quit.

And the meetings… God, the meetings.

He made me sit there until midnight, combing through numbers that didn’t even need my input, deliberately nitpicking until my head spun and my eyes blurred. He’d slide impossible deadlines across my desk with a smirk that never reached his eyes. Then he’d leave, immaculate and untouched, while I stayed chained to my laptop until dawn, my fingers numb, my shoulders stiff, my chest heavy with exhaustion.

And when I dragged myself into work the next morning, he’d glance at me once…sharp, cutting…and ask if I’d had trouble sleeping.

David wanted me gone.

Thrown out. Humiliated. Shattered.

But what he didn’t know… was that every order, every insult, every time he made me fetch coffee or trip over his outstretched legs in front of clients, every moment he thought he was breaking me…

He was feeding me.

He thought tripping me in front of clients made him powerful? He thought he could make me crawl like I was nothing? I’ll teach him a lesson.

Now that I have him wrapped around my finger. Now that I’ve become his addiction, I’ll make him suffer. Even if he doesn’t know I’m the cause of his suffering.

Tonight and the days that will follow, when David calls Candy… Candy will be busy. Moaning for someone else.

And when he realizes she isn’t his, when the craving claws his insides raw, when he finds himself begging for the very woman he mocked in daylight…

He’ll learn.

He’ll learn who really owns him.

Me.

Holly Rodriguez.