Chapter 15 Chapter 15
Grace didn't move, her neck as stiff as her glare.
He narrowed his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "What? Do I need to send someone to ‘invite’ your parents and husband over, too?"
Her body froze instantly. Her eyes locked on his and her jaw clenched tight. After a long moment, she slowly bent her knees until she knelt at his feet.
He smiled faintly. His voice was cold and ruthless, as if emanating from the hell. It was utterly devoid of warmth. "Since you had the audacity to provoke me, you must be prepared to bear the consequences. I shall test Ms. Hill's skills and see if your oral abilities are truly exceptional.”
Her expression—biting her lip to endure the humiliation—satisfied him and stirred an inexplicable excitement within him. He stood there, lowering his head and narrowing his eyes as he looked at her. His palm slid slowly down her warm, smooth cheek and finally rested on her jawline. He lifted her face, forcing her to reveal her delicate, pearly teeth. He threatened softly, "Be sure to keep those little fangs under control. Don't let them get you into trouble."
Her entire body trembled and tears welled in her eyes as she shook uncontrollably. He thought she might break down and cry at any moment, but she just bit her lip and forced her eyes open to hold back the tears.
He couldn't help but smile and ask, "You hate me, don't you? Grace, remember this is just a small lesson. Don't ever try to provoke me again."
She said nothing, slowly closing her eyes. When his lower body was enveloped by warm lips and a tongue, Benjamin's body shuddered uncontrollably and he let out a muffled groan.
The sensation was extraordinary. The woman he despised—stubborn and ruthless, once lofty and dazzling—now knelt humiliated at his feet, sucking with resentment and fury. This woman brought him more excitement and thrill than any other.
Finally, he pressed her head down, thrusting deep into her throat and ejaculating freely into her mouth. Ignoring her coughing and gagging, he pinched her cheeks hard and commanded hoarsely, "Don't spit it out. Swallow it.”
"Remember this," he added. "This is my taste."
She struggled, a muffled whimper escaping her throat, and her eyes locked onto his.
If looks could kill, his body would already be riddled with holes.
Yet that gaze only fueled his excitement, as if his blood were boiling and intensifying his desire to tame her.
He pulled her back to him, demanding in a low voice, “Lick me clean!”
Hatred burned in her eyes as she leaned in, her warm, wet tongue touching him.
In what felt like the blink of an eye, the desire that had just receded surged back. He felt like he had lost his mind; all coolness and restraint were gone. He unloaded the pistol and tossed the bullets aside. Then he pushed her down onto the bed.
Grace struggled desperately. "Don't touch me."
He pinned her down and secured her wrists above her head. Lifting his head slightly, he looked at her and asked, "Why? Because your husband is coming back? Afraid of leaving marks on your body?"
She refused to answer, turning her head away. The tears she had been holding back finally spilled over.
Her reaction made him laugh coldly. He increased his force, deliberately ravaging her body with reckless abandon and leaving countless bruises across her chest, waist, thighs, and back.
She never stopped struggling, even after he entered her. Yet, this resistance only fueled his excitement further.
Benjamin couldn't explain his actions. Maybe alcohol had numbed his brain. Perhaps the vivid sight of the lovers entwined downstairs had ignited his hormones. Or maybe it was her earlier frenzied kiss that had seduced him. He'd lost control, touching this woman and finding a pleasure he'd never known before.
It was utterly exhilarating yet dangerously thrilling.
He had intended to humiliate her, but now he was focused on conquering her. Just as he was about to climax, she found the gun. Before he could react, she pressed the gun against his chest, clenched her teeth, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
At that very instant, he erupted inside her. This sensation was entirely different from the one in her mouth and unlike anything he had ever experienced before. The threat of death delivered an unprecedented shock and thrill. Deep within her, his body tensed uncontrollably as his soul shuttled between hell and heaven.
A thought flashed through his mind: This was Sean's experience—pure ecstasy, life-and-death bliss. Death was taking his life while delivering the most intense pleasure.
Only the clicking of the trigger echoed.
Although Grace knew the bullets had been removed, she still wanted to pull the trigger and shoot this man dead on the spot.
The wave of ecstasy lapped relentlessly at Benjamin's body. In the midst of this boundless bliss, he lowered his head to look at her. The gun pressed against his chest was cold. Despite having just experienced an orgasm herself, the woman's mind was sharp and clear. She knew the gun in her hand was useless. Yet she kept pulling the trigger over and over. What was she thinking at that moment? Was she praying to God to turn her hatred into bullets?
How adorable this woman was.
He couldn't hold back any longer. Suddenly, he lowered his head and forcefully covered her lips with his own.
Her lips were incredibly soft and tender—perhaps swollen—and felt exceptionally supple as he sucked them into his mouth.
His scent still lingered on them. His taste was everywhere: deeper still, between her lips and teeth, throughout her mouth, on the tip of her tongue.