Chapter 2 You Want Me
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Jason hesitated for a moment and glanced at the middle-aged man. His men immediately understood, pulling the man aside to deal with him.
Scarlett was carried to the car.
She was already soaking wet.
Desire clouded her mind, and the man in front of her was incredibly sexy.
His muscles were hard and solid like rocks, and his... must be huge...
Oh, God! It really was huge!
She reached out to touch him through his pants, just about to pull down the zipper when something cold pressed against her hand.
It was the silver gun she had seen before.
"So... you want me to f**k you?" His tone was harsh.
She nodded, but she was also scared. Jason let out a wicked laugh, and with one swift motion, flipped her over onto his lap. He started touching her, and she quickly melted into a puddle.
Her legs were spread apart, and his fingers slid inside.
She closed her eyes, ready to welcome him, but something cold and hard entered instead...
The chill made her jerk away, only to be pinned down. She opened her eyes in shock. He hadn't taken off any clothes. It was the silver gun that was inside her!
Geez!
She tried to push it away.
"What's wrong? Is it not thick enough?" He tossed the gun aside, accompanied by a string of her juices, making her blush furiously.
"Not safe enough," she said.
He nodded knowingly and replaced it with his rough hands. His fingers worked magic, and as soon as they touched her sensitive spot, she screamed, her body going limp...
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From a distance, his men, who had finished "handling" the idiots, watched the SUV rocking and exchanged knowing smiles.
"I knew it! She really is Godfather's wife."
Scarlett woke up with sore eyes, rubbing them as she realized she was no longer in the car but in an unfamiliar room filled with various weapons displayed on the walls.
It was like an armory.
On the bedside table, there was a glass of juice, clearly prepared for her. By the floor-to-ceiling window stood a man with a broad, muscular frame, around six feet three, dressed in black pants that hugged his powerful legs.
He was cleaning his gun, the same one he had used in the car. Thinking about that wild s*x made Scarlett's face burn with embarrassment.
Oh, God, what a terrible night!
As a member of the Hamp family, she had been a pawn in a game of alliances since birth. Her father had arranged a marriage for her to secure better connections and resources.
The man was the heir to one of the world's top 100 enterprises, and a member of the aristocratic family in Solara. Their business empire spanned the globe, and he was often featured in financial magazines, envied by many.
Ever since her engagement, she had been groomed to forsake her own desires and become the perfect wife.
Her engagement was soon to be announced, and if her family and fiancé found out about tonight, it could destroy everything...
Scarlett didn't dare think further. She had only wanted to clear her mind, never expecting any of that to happen.
Jason took a drag from his cigarette, his voice low and deep. "I don't know if you were taking a walk or what, but Nas State isn't as safe as you think."
"Got it," Scarlett replied, slowly sitting up. She noticed his partially unbuttoned shirt revealing a dense patch of chest hair. His every move exuded a deadly allure. But seeing the room full of guns reminded her he was more than just a simple farm owner. He was someone she couldn't afford to get involved with.
She needed to leave quickly.
Scarlett got out of bed and was about to look for her clothes when Jason tossed a clean dress to her, pointing to the restroom with his eyes. "Go wash up."
Seeing her dirty dress in the trash bin, she realized how considerate he was. She turned and asked, "I'm Scarlett Hamp. What's your name?"
"Jason Bilbo."
Scarlett nodded. Jason looked young, but from his demeanor and attire, he must have been older than her. She decided to be polite and said, "Thank you, Jason."
Jason asked, "How old are you?"
"A woman's age is a secret!" Scarlett tilted her head playfully.
Jason frowned but didn't press further. He guessed she was quite young, though she was smart and resourceful, not like a naive little girl. Maybe she was five or six years younger than him.
He was about to say something, but Scarlett had already taken the dress and headed to the bathroom...
Soon, she came out.
She was wearing a white dress similar in style to the one before. After stepping out of the bathroom, she naturally tucked her golden hair behind her ear. Her face, flushed from the hot water, looked exceptionally endearing.
Jason sat on the edge of the bed, his strong, muscular legs casually crossed. He had a heavy smoking habit, so he often had a cigarette between his lips. Hearing her footsteps, he looked up, his deep blue eyes darkening, his Adam's apple moving up and down.
The night before, she had been wild because of the drugs. He had seen many women like that in the underworld, it didn't interest him much.
But today, she just stood there, clean and fresh, and it stirred desire in him.
Jason's gaze shamelessly roamed over her before he stood up and walked towards her.
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