4 Too humiliating
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His gaze lingered on my chest. My breathing became rapid. His hand pressed against my chest, rising and felling with my breath. He leaned in close to me, hot breath rushing into my ear from his nostrils.
"Aren't you going to scream? Girl," his voice was low, "Don't tell me you're still a v.irgin."
I trembled all over, unable to speak. The only sound in the quiet garden was his heavy breathing.
"Please, don't," my eyes welled up with tears.
"Girl, I need you to scream," his voice lowered until only I could hear, "You have to cooperate with me."
His hand rubbed against my chest. I held my breath, the heat in my ear making my body feel like it was burning in flames.
"What do you want me to do?" Tears streamed down my cheeks as I blinked.
"It seems like you need some training," his hand moved to the inside of my thigh. Nervously, I immediately squeezed my legs shut as his large hand rested between them.
"Please let me go," I cried, "I can't be seen like this."
"Do as I say," he commanded firmly.
I felt a pain in my thighs as his hand squeezed my muscles. I cried out in pain immediately.
"Yes, just like that," a smirk played on his lips, "Louder."
"I don't want anyone to hear," Oh God, if my voice attracted onlookers, it would be so shameful.
"But I do," he said, and he pinched my thigh hard again.
"Please, don't," I almost screamed.
"Very good, you're a good girl," he lifted his head, scanning the surroundings. At that moment, I heard the rustle of leaves.
He moved away from my body, his gaze turning fierce and locking onto a dark corner. Before I could react, he darted into the woods.
I saw him drag someone out of the woods. The moonlight revealed it to be Alpha Duke, who had harassed me at the banquet.
"How does it feel to be caught spying? You're challenging my boundaries," Alpha Klaus glared at him.
I took a deep breath, realizing this man had been spying on us. Feeling ashamed, I immediately covered my chest with my hands.
"I just happened to pass by," Alpha Duke quickly got up from the ground, defending his actions, "Who made you choose to play with this slave here?"
"But I smelled you long before," Alpha Klaus sneered, "Care to explain why?"
"I don't need to explain to you," Alpha Duke ignored him, "Who knows what other intentions you have with this slave. I'm just confirming if you're just here to play with her. Alright, I'm leaving now."
"But you've disturbed my mood," Alpha Klaus glared at him, "Someone has to pay for this."
He lunged at Alpha Duke fiercely. I quickly hid behind a tree, watching as Alpha Duke was knocked to the ground by Alpha Klaus, cursing incessantly.
Alpha Duke was no match for Alpha Klaus. Each of his attacks was cleverly evaded by Alpha Klaus. And when Klaus attacked him, Duke couldn't even dodge.
If I escaped now, he wouldn't notice. So I quickly ran into the dark woods and desperately tried to escape. I had to find a way to hide and not let him find me.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of me. I immediately stopped running. The person turned around and looked at me.
His sharp gaze startled me, leaving me standing there motionless.
"Girl, you shouldn't have left alone," his expression was somewhat displeased.
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice trembling.
"Come with me," he said.
"But haven't you already gotten rid of him?" I knew his earlier actions were to dispel Alpha Duke's suspicions. Now that he's gone, we don't need to keep up the act.
He raised an eyebrow, "The show just ended. But what I really want to do is just beginning."
"What?" I looked at him in shock. What did he want to do?
"I don't want to waste time here," he lifted me effortlessly, my legs draped over his shoulder.
I let out a low gasp, then realized we were still in a public place, so I had to shut my mouth. My face burned with embarrassment. I tapped his sturdy back and whispered, "Please put me down. This is..."
It was l.ewd. But I couldn't bring myself to say the word.
"Quiet, girl," he gave my bottom a light pat.
He actually s.panked me? I gritted my teeth, my face growing hotter, my body stiffening.
He seemed quite satisfied with my reaction. He chuckled lightly and carried me back to his room.
The moment he closed the door, I knew I couldn't escape. I was doomed.
What was he going to do? Was his rescue going to come with a price?
He shrugged off his dirt-stained coat and tossed it on the sofa, then turned towards me. I kept my head down, feeling as helpless as a little rabbit.
"Please, don't come any closer," I begged.
His large hand gripped my waist, laying me on the bed. I tried to struggle, but he pinned my legs with his own, then used his hands forcefully, and suddenly my world spun. Before I knew it, I found myself flipped over, my face pressed into the sheets, my back to him.
Was he going to do it like this? Oh no. This was too humiliating.
He wasted no time; he gripped the waistband of my skirt and ripped it off.
I buried my head into the pillow, my hands clenched tight. Shame and fear made my body tremble slightly.
"No," my voice was choked with tears.
But he paid no heed to my pleas. He forcefully tore off my skirt, then ripped my panties.
I closed my eyes in despair. I had entered hell; how could I pray for someone to save me after my 18th birthday? Any help came with a price, didn't it?
"If it weren't for him, I'd be dead," I could only comfort myself this way.
Suddenly, he stopped.
"Is your name Emilia Borin?" he asked. His voice carried no l.ust, only seriousness.
"What?" I blinked.
"You're Mike Borin's daughter."
It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
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