Chapter 26 Chapter 26
Benjamin's voice was already hoarse and thick with desire.
Grace stood there, taking several deep breaths, until the stiffness in her facial expression eased. She walked directly to Benjamin, crouched down in front of him, and silently reached out to unbutton his pants.
He leaned back on the sofa. His eyes were slightly lowered as he watched her. His thick lashes hid all emotion in her gaze. She didn't look up either, focusing solely on the button of his suit trousers.
The button was tiny and difficult to undo. She held her breath, but her fingertips trembled uncontrollably and she failed to catch the button several times in a row.
Beneath her fingers, his body had already begun to respond. By the time she finally cleared the obstacle, his desire had become unbearable and was erupting impatiently, even striking her hand.
She stiffened and closed her eyes, preparing to lower her head when his large hand suddenly cupped her chin.
He applied slight pressure, lifting her upward with an unyielding command: "Sit on top."
Her trembling hands fumbled for an aluminum foil packet in her coat pocket. Before she could open it, he snatched it from her and threw it aside. His hands gripped her arms firmly and lifted her onto the sofa. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Mr. Norman, don't you think it would be better if we used protection? Not just for me, but for your health, too.”
"I don't like it." He refused, stripping off her coat with sharp precision until only her black dress remained. Only then did he lean back against the sofa. His hands slid up her long, pale thighs and pushed the hem of her dress upward inch by inch. In a raspy voice, he repeated his command: "Sit on top of me."
Her hands found his shoulders, and under his gaze, she slowly lowered herself, forcing that massive, scorching, iron rod–like thing deep inside her. He drew a soft breath as his hands clamped around her slender waist and pressed her down until he was fully buried inside her.
For a long moment, she couldn't adjust to his presence, her body tightening almost to the point of stiffness.
Yet he showed rare patience, remaining still with his eyes fixed on her until her body gradually relaxed. Only then did he lightly pat her buttocks, signaling for her to continue.
She didn't want to anger him or have him leave any more marks on her. So, she obediently lifted herself, swaying her hips rhythmically as she rose and fell, trying to please him.
A satisfied expression finally spread across his face. His hand rested lightly on her waist as he breathed heavier with her movements. The harshness in his eyes slowly gave way to restraint.
"What was the other choice he gave you?" he suddenly asked, his voice breathless.
Her movements stiffened momentarily before resuming mechanically. She deliberately quickened her pace, trying to make him come quickly while calmly answering, "To fuck you in public."
She had to choose between being taken by every man present or being taken by him in public. She chose the former because, to her, the latter was even more repulsive. His hand tightened involuntarily around her waist as he paused midair. His voice was cold as he demanded, "You think the first option is better, don't you?"
His breathing steadied in an instant. Her efforts had been wasted, leaving her frustrated and baffled by his reaction. She couldn't help but sneer, "Mr. Norman, may I interpret your reaction as jealousy? If I don't choose the first option, am I supposed to fuck you in front of your men just as Vito desires? Would you allow that? Could you endure such humiliation? Would you even be able to get hard?"
Her words were cold, sharp, and relentless. He suddenly realized that she had remained calm and rational since entering the room—even when she’d nearly driven him to the brink moments ago. Her emotions, body, and entire being showed almost no fluctuation.
His lips slowly curled into a smirk as he stared at her without speaking. Suddenly, he pressed down on her waist, pinning and forcing her with utter abandon. Though he was beneath her, he was firmly in control. She couldn't keep up with his rhythm at all. Within moments, she was struggling to endure it. Fearing she might bruise her waist and to avoid hurting herself, she had no choice but to beg, "Be gentle. Please.”
Benjamin's lips curved into a cold smile. He paused as requested, but before she could catch her breath, he abruptly rose to his feet. Grace couldn't stifle a gasp and instinctively reached up to cling to his shoulders for balance. He supported her weight as he strode to the floor-to-ceiling window. He turned her body to face the window, braced her hands against the glass, and ripped her skirt off in one swift motion.
He pressed her against the glass from behind, biting her ear and demanding, "Do you think anyone downstairs can see us?"
The mirror-like glass clearly reflected their figures: her naked, disheveled form and his fully clothed one.
Grace clenched her teeth and closed her eyes.
But he wouldn't let her off so easily. He grabbed her long hair and yanked her head up forcefully. "Open your eyes, Watch me fuck you to climax.”
With that, he thrust her forward deliberately.
Her eyes snapped open, her pupils blazing with fury.
She never closed her eyes again. Silent and unyielding, she stared at his reflection on the wall. She glared at him fiercely, etching every detail into her mind and committing it all to memory—the humiliation and the pain.
She hated this man and wanted to skin him alive and tear his body to shreds.
He met her gaze through the mirror, locking onto her eyes. That familiar thrill swept over him again, and he accelerated until, finally, with a muffled groan, his body tensed and trembled as he released himself inside her.
Only after a long while did his body slowly relax and release its hold on her. He stepped back and lowered his gaze to study her. Though she was already soaking wet below, her face remained impassively calm.
This stubbornness brought him immense pleasure, yet he couldn't help but hate her for it.
"Get the item from Michael," he said coldly, ignoring her as he turned toward the bathroom.
Suddenly, she asked, "Can I take the disc with me?"
Benjamin's steps faltered as if he found her utterly ridiculous. A smile touched his lips. "Of course you can," he replied, adding, "But this is only a copy, not the master disc."
"That's fine. I can still watch it." Grace's legs trembled, and she leaned against the glass window for support, struggling to stand. She didn't pick up the sheer skirt lying on the floor. Instead, she walked over to the sofa, grabbed the coat he had taken off her earlier, wrapped it around herself, and went barefoot to get the disc.
Benjamin was momentarily puzzled, but he didn't intend to probe further. He curled his lip in a mocking smile and said, “If you like it, I can shoot more sometime.”
"Thanks, but there's no need for now," she replied, carefully wrapping the disc and tucking it into her coat pocket.