Chapter 59

Chapter 59
Elise's POV

Victor's voice carried a hint of hoarseness. "You'll find out."

He didn't deny it. But the answer was self-evident. A tattoo artist's weight would never be enough to make him rush to my rescue, nor enough for him to acknowledge our relationship in front of Liam.

From the very beginning, it had been deliberate.

"I just need you to remember one thing." Victor's hand around my neck tightened slightly, bringing a faint sense of suffocation. "I don't like it when others touch what's mine."

"What...?"

I forced out a single word with difficulty.

Victor's eyes narrowed dangerously as he spoke word by word, "That party where you met Isabella—you and Liam in the bathroom..."

His voice grew lower, and I could clearly read the anger in his suppressed tone.

He actually knew?!

"I... at least at that time, I was still his girlfriend..." I scrambled to explain.

Victor abruptly silenced me with a kiss on my lips.

"I know," Victor murmured against my lips, his voice low. "But from now on, only me."

I nodded in agreement.

A trace of a smile finally appeared on Victor's stern face.

"I'll make you forget him."

Victor's kisses fell densely upon me. He nibbled delicately at my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth and intertwining with mine. His breath grew scorching, as if threatening to suffocate me.

I hooked my arms around his neck in response.

Even in this situation, Victor remained extremely composed. With one hand supporting my waist, he lifted me onto the entryway cabinet, then smoothly slipped his hand beneath my skirt. When he touched between my legs, I couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"You're wet."

Victor's tone was casual, his sapphire-like eyes carrying a hint of mockery.

I looked up to see him fully dressed, only a few buttons at his collar undone. Meanwhile, the dress on my body had long been pulled up to my waist, hanging in disarray.

This wasn't quite fair.

As he kissed and caressed me, I roughly tore off his shirt, revealing the half-finished rose pattern on his chest.

"I like it."

I caressed his chest. Against his white marble-like torso, the blood-red rose appeared extraordinarily vivid.

"It's your masterpiece."

Victor merely smiled lightly, guiding my hand to explore that rose.

He unzipped himself, and his already hard and erect penis sprang out. Victor pulled my hand and placed it on top. "Do you like it?"

His penis was different from Liam's, with a slightly curved arc, pulsing excitedly in my palm.

Victor seemed to sense my comparative thoughts, and his brow furrowed.

His movements became somewhat rough as he forced me to turn around, then pressed me against the door from behind.

He held my waist, one hand guiding his penis as he thrust into my body.

"Ah... slower..."

The punishing entry instantly reached the deepest point.

I couldn't suppress the moans and gasps that escaped from my throat, as if they were being squeezed out of me by him.

I leaned against the cool wall, with the burning-hot Victor behind me. He silently twisted his hips, driving that ferocious and massive penis back and forth inside me.

My moans quickly transformed into stimulated cries. But Victor turned a deaf ear, still maintaining that unhurried pace, penetrating me again and again.

Of course, he must have been somewhat angry.

But I couldn't care about that. My rationality was gradually dissipating, and like a beast in heat, I merely cooperated with him mindlessly.

Victor seemed pleased by my compliance, his movements becoming gentler, and he even freed one hand to caress me.

Just then, my phone rang.

Of course, no one was going to answer it.

After the prompt tone, the call went to voicemail.

It was actually Liam calling.

"Elise, where are you! Tell me, I'll come find you right now!"

Liam's roar, tinged with drunkenness, abruptly invaded Victor's home.

We had already broken up.

But hearing Liam's drunken voice, my body still stiffened for a moment.

Victor's movements stopped accordingly.

"Just hearing his voice makes you clench this tight?"

His tone was cold and hard, revealing no emotional fluctuation, yet it made all my hair stand on end.

"What, what are you going to do?"

Sensing Victor moving toward the entryway, I immediately panicked. When I tried to turn around to look, Victor forcefully held me in place.

Then, I heard him answer the call with despair.

"Elise?" Liam's voice carried surprise and disbelief at the call being suddenly answered.

Then Victor spoke, "She's not available."

"Victor?"

Liam instantly recognized his voice, and that trace of surprise turned to fury. "She's with you?!"

Liam must have been extremely angry—his voice was even trembling.

"Yeah, she's here." Victor's voice was low, carrying a hint of mockery.

Without reason, I had a bad premonition. The moment the thought appeared, Victor thrust his hips forcefully, the massive penis scraping against my already sensitive vaginal walls, forcing out an uncontrollable moan.

"Elise?! Are you there?! What are you doing? Answer me now!"

From the other end of the phone came Liam's roar and the sound of things shattering.

I felt desperate as Victor brought the phone to my ear, his tone gentle.

"You wanna answer him now?" His tone was nonchalant.

But I knew that the successive interruptions had disturbed his mood. He was declaring war on Liam and punishing me for not being focused enough.

I could only shake my head, signaling him to take the phone away.

Even though we had broken up, I still didn't want to be forced into a conversation with Liam at a time like this.

Victor didn't insist. He took the phone back, a triumphant smile on his face. "I told you already, she's not available."

Liam refused to give up, but all he could do was shout through the phone.

"Victor, do you know what you're doing?! If this gets back to the family! You'll be ruined, you'll be thrown out! You're just a bastard son, you think you can compete with me? Stay away from her!!"

Liam's words were undoubtedly provoking Victor.