Chapter 62 Chapter 62
With contempt, she asked, “What is there about you that I could possibly love? Is it your viciousness or your shamelessness?"
Hearing her insults, Benjamin felt no anger. Instead, he smiled. "I'm handsome, powerful, and wealthy. I can give you everything you desire. Not only that..."
He lowered his head, drawing close to her. His breath was warm and husky against her ear.
"I'm thick and long. I'm skilled in bed—harder and longer lasting than your husband."
She couldn't bear to listen further and shoved him away forcefully. Glancing nervously at the driver and Michael in the front seat, she hissed, "Benjamin, you're shameless!"
He merely smiled and asked with malicious intent, "I'm telling the truth. Or what part of it am I wrong about?"
The question was a trap—any answer would be incorrect. Grace's face flushed crimson as she glared at him, refusing to speak.
Benjamin watched her. He hadn't touched her since Christmas Eve. He hadn't been without other women, but each encounter felt hollow halfway through. Whether they were coy or promiscuous, they all seemed fake beneath him.
Only Grace was real. Even if she hated him, her hatred was pure.
His fingers twitched, pressing the button to raise the workshop partition. Amidst the music, he softly commanded, "Come here, Grace."
She saw right through his intentions and ground her teeth in fury. "Benjamin, you're nothing but a stud pig, always in heat!"
He yanked her toward him, flattened the backseat, and pinned her beneath him. Yet, he couldn't suppress a soft chuckle. "Don't insult yourself like that. If I'm a stud, doesn't that make you a sow?"
Furious, she shot him a hateful glare, but stopped struggling. Gritting her teeth, she let him touch her.
In the past, he had favored the doggy-style position, loving it when she knelt before him and allowed him to toy with her.
Her waist was so slender that he could encircle it with both hands. As long as he gripped it firmly, he could move however he pleased—thrusting deep inside or grazing the entrance teasingly, pounding with all his strength or being gentle.
But now, he preferred the missionary position. He loved watching her face flush crimson with desire and seeing her furrowed brows relax into ecstasy. If he was skilled enough, he could make her forget her hatred momentarily, and she would instinctively meet his thrusts. Yet her last shred of reason forced her to stifle her moans until, finally, she bit down hard on his shoulder, allowing him to toy with her.
He gasped and clutched her tightly and teased, "Bite the other side."
Her body tensed as she released her grip. Beside the fresh purple-red bite mark was another ring of scabbed teeth marks. If she had shifted her bite just slightly outward, the two marks would have overlapped perfectly.
Under his gaze, her face flushed. Glancing up at him, she obeyed his suggestion, sinking her teeth into his other shoulder with force.
This bite was harder, making him groan deeply. His excitement surged and his movements grew rougher as he spat out lewd words. "You little bitch. I'm going to fuck you to death like this. Is that what you want?”
The car had long since reached its destination, yet the driver dared not stop, only glancing back at Michael. Both men knew exactly what was happening in the backseat. Michael had no choice but to wave his hand and whisper, "Keep driving. Circle around the neighborhood.”
It wasn't until their fifth lap that Benjamin's husky voice crackled over the communicator: "Michael, go to Grace's parents' house."
There was no post-release exhilaration in his tone, only dissatisfied gloom. Puzzled, Michael dared not ask questions, merely replying cautiously, "Understood."
In the backseat, Grace had just cleaned herself up. Her cheeks flushed as she bent to dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to fasten the buttons on her sweater, but she was unable to grasp the tiny fasteners.
He glanced at her sideways, unable to resist any longer. He pulled her close, bent down, and fastened each button for her. His voice was calm as he said, "Since your parents called, I'll let you go for now. Come find me tonight."
Grace's face flushed with anger. "But you just—"
The words died on her lips. She opened her mouth, then clamped it shut again.
He showed no shame, however, pressing, "What did I do just now?"
He had clearly come inside her many times.
Grace couldn't speak; she could only glare at him. Furious, she grabbed the wet wipe she'd used to clean herself and threw it at him with all her might. She shouted, "Don't you know what you did? Take your own cum back!”
He laughed out loud. He loved the feeling of her being furious yet powerless and adored how she lost her composure in anger, throwing a tantrum like a child.
He didn't press the issue. Instead, he pulled her head toward him, planted a hard kiss on her lips, and teased her with a wicked threat: "Keep it tight. You have to come find me tonight, or I'll come find you at your place!"
The car had already stopped. Grace pushed him away angrily, opened the door, and stepped out. Her foot hit the ground, and she nearly stumbled.
He leaned forward to steady her but couldn't help but chuckle softly when he saw her straighten up swiftly and walk forward as if nothing had happened. He called after her, "Since your legs are weak, I'll send a car to pick you up tonight."
Her back stiffened. Without turning her head, she straightened her spine and quickened her pace.
Only after she rounded the corner did Benjamin lose sight of her. Grace gritted her teeth, maintaining her stride until she entered the apartment building. Only then did she lean her back against the door and exhale slowly.
Benjamin was obsessed with her body—that was her only leverage now.
She couldn't let him have his way too easily, lest he grow bored. Yet, she couldn't refuse him outright, either, for fear of provoking his anger.
The balance was impossibly fine. Moreover, she had to find ways to pique his interest in her, whether through curiosity or admiration. She had to stand out.
Every step was arduous. Dancing with the wolf required courage, caution, and careful maneuvering. She needed to understand this vicious beast's every preference, entice him, go along with him, inch closer bit by bit, and then deliver the fatal blow.
She had only one chance.
Grace closed her eyes unconsciously. There was still no word from Mrs. Meyer. She didn't know if the old woman could evade Benjamin and uncover Alex's circumstances while in prison. Even if she did, would the evidence be strong enough to bring Benjamin down?
She shook her head, deciding to set that question aside for now and focus on the most urgent matter at hand.
On the day of her divorce from Adrian, she'd been in a daze. When she learned that he had gone to confront Benjamin, she frantically stuffed the secret phone into her purse. When the bald man and his men stormed into their home and beat Adrian, she desperately pulled out the phone to call the police, and it happened to be that very phone. Now, the bald man had seized it days ago. She had no idea if he'd handed it over to Benjamin.
She didn't dare inquire about its whereabouts or ask who the bald man was. Her only comfort was that the phone had a password and a special setting. After several incorrect entries, it would erase all records and reset to factory defaults.
However, with two identical phones and unfamiliar out-of-state numbers, Benjamin would surely grow suspicious if he learned of its existence.
If he did discover something, she dared not imagine what might follow.