Chapter 586

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Tamsin jumped, her body trembling, and she pouted in frustration.

What was the big deal? All she did was call for backup.

And so what if those people were traffickers? It had nothing to do with her; they were just using each other.

The thought of them being traffickers, taking Estelle abroad or somewhere to harvest organs, sent a chill through Tamsin's heart, making her shiver.

But then again, maybe this was the perfect solution.

Ever since she got pregnant, Tamsin had become more sensitive, worried that someday Estelle might try to take away the inheritance meant for her unborn child.

After all, there was an age difference to consider.

Better safe than sorry, the Boleyn family's wealth must belong to Tamsin's son, and no one could take it away.

A knock at the door.

Tamsin assumed it was Kaida returning, so she turned her face away in a huff, back to the door.

The door opened, footsteps approached, and when they reached the bedside, Tamsin huffed, "Mom, you really shouldn't talk to me like that. You hurt my feelings."

"Really?"

A man's voice suddenly rang out.

Tamsin turned around and met a pair of mocking eyes. She jumped, curling up and moving away, "What are you doing here?"

"Not happy to see me?"

His fingers hooked under Tamsin's chin, applying slight pressure, leaving marks on her pale face.

Tamsin winced in pain, her brow furrowing, "What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? I'm here for a good time. Why else?"

He spoke casually, but his expression was dead serious.

He came closer, fingers lightly tracing Tamsin's skin before landing on her chest, giving it a firm squeeze.

Tamsin's body was highly sensitive; she bit her lower lip but still let out a seductive moan.

But this wasn't the place for this kind of thing.

There were so many bodyguards outside.

She gasped, "You can't do this. What if someone finds out? And where's Estelle? Why didn't you answer any of my calls? Are you messing with me?"

"Where is Estelle now? Tell me immediately or give her back to me. Don't forget, I paid you to do this. You can't go back on your word."

Tamsin was furious, but the man before her remained calm.

He sat on the bed, watching Tamsin's outburst coldly, then casually tossed a box over.

Tamsin flinched, and before she could react, he spoke again, "Put it on."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play innocent. You know what's inside. Put it on to please me, or I'll go to Sebastian and tell him everything. Guess what he'll do to you? Ruin your family or make you bankrupt?"

Tamsin looked at him in disbelief but obediently walked into the bathroom.

She opened the box to find a maid outfit—sexy and transparent. It was practically like wearing nothing.

Still, Tamsin obediently put it on, looking at herself in the mirror, trembling at the sight of the almost non-existent outfit.

Once she did this, she'd never escape it.

Kaida couldn't understand why Tamsin, as a girl, was so determined to inherit the company. Was it because she had sacrificed so much?

Back then, she was just a teenage girl, doing everything she could to ensure her mother and siblings returned to the family's wealth. She paid a heavy price.

Without the support of the man outside, perhaps they wouldn't have had a chance to return to the family.

But the price was too high.

After putting on the outfit, Tamsin looked at the lace on her chest and the bow on her crotch, laughing self-deprecatingly.

She looked like a beautifully wrapped gift.

Moreover, she was delivering herself.

She had worn these kinds of outfits countless times before, even more explicit ones, so she felt little shame.

Taking a deep breath, Tamsin walked out of the bathroom. The man's eyes lit up with delight when he saw her.

Despite this, he didn't rush forward but suppressed his urge, watching her like prey.

"Not bad. I knew you were a beauty when you were little. How old were you when we met? Not even fifteen, right? So delicate and pitiful."

"Now you've grown up, lost that cute look, but you're incredibly sexy, especially that figure."

Curves in all the right places, making anyone drool.

Her body might not be supermodel-like, but it was alluring enough.

He circled Tamsin, then commanded like a king, "Kneel."

Tamsin didn't hesitate, kneeling immediately and raising her hips high.

He laughed in satisfaction, his fingers wandering over her body, sometimes on her chest, sometimes on her hips, occasionally squeezing.

Tamsin trembled under his touch, still smiling, "Master, please fuck me."

Facing his naked gaze, Tamsin suddenly felt a bit scared but remained obedient, her words pleasing him immensely.

She knew she had to submit under the circumstances.

Tamsin wasn't foolish enough to resist; she was smart enough to know how to live better and gain more resources.

The man's throat moved, clearly aroused.

He didn't act immediately, instead dragging out his words to torment her, "Hurry up, make it convincing, or you won't seduce me."

Tamsin paused for a second, then began to finger herself vigorously while moaning seductively.

What started as a seductive pose turned into uncontrollable desire, craving more.

She sat on the floor, performing the shameful act, her face growing flushed, looking like a wanton woman.