Chapter 3

• Joey was adorned in a crimson bondage bikini, its garter belt barely concealing her curves as she perched provocatively on the edge of the plush bed.
• Her makeup was a work of art, with smoky eyes and audacious matte red lipstick that demanded attention. Her hair was artfully tousled into an updo that exuded a sense of wild abandon.
• Draped around her neck was an extravagantly expensive choker necklace, adding an air of opulence to her ensemble. Her feet were accentuated with black stilettos, their red soles hinting at a daring persona.
• As Dane entered the room, Joey rose from her seated position. Her eyes glinted with desire yet held a trace of apprehension as they roamed over his well-defined chest muscles. A surge of fear prickled through her when she met his gaze that brewed with a stormy sea of anger and malice.
• Her breath hitched in anticipation as Dane prowled towards her, his lips curling into an ominous smirk.
• "Sir—" Joey's voice wavered and broke off into a gasp when Dane unexpectedly splashed whiskey onto her.
• A terrified scream tore from Joey's throat as Dane threw her onto the bed, descending on her like a feral beast unleashed. His hand pushed aside her scant lace underwear while his other hand worked hastily to unbutton his pants.
• His teeth found purchase in the tender hollow of her shoulder, grazing against it mercilessly and drawing another agonized scream from Joey's lips.
• A harsh slap from Dane sent stars dancing before Joey's eyes as she futilely struggled against his iron grip.
• With ruthless disregard for Joey's fear and pain, he swiftly disrobed himself before tearing away at what remained of Joey's lingerie - an obstacle hindering his movements. He had no patience for such nuisances nor did he care for the terror-stricken girl beneath him.
• He flipped Joey over with brute force, his arousal evident. With a harsh thrust, he broke into her - shattering her defenses without any semblance of mercy.
• That night, the silence was shattered by Joey's heart-wrenching screams as she fell prey to the beast that was Dane.
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• ~ Flash back~
• "Dane, I regret to say this, but our engagement is over," Matha's voice quivered. "It was me who pursued you, manipulated you into this farce of a relationship. But the feelings...they've faded."
• "Really now?" Dane interrupted her with an icy tone that made her flinch. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a scornful sneer. "You're saying you've fallen out of love?"
• "Yes, Dane," she admitted, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "I don't feel for you anymore."
• His laughter echoed harshly in the room as he retorted, "A woman like you wouldn't know love if it bit you on your pretty little ass. You seriously think I didn't see through your game? Did you honestly believe I was so naive to think you loved me?"
• Matha bristled at his words, anger flaring in her eyes as she shot back, "How dare you insult me! Yes, I was drawn to your good looks and well-endowed physique was a plus point. But let's not forget about your supposed wealth when we first met. You couldn't possibly expect me to settle for a poverty-stricken life like yours!"
• Dane studied her with an unreadable expression before throwing his head back and laughing uproariously.
• "Listen here," he said after catching his breath and crossing one leg over the other casually. "I knew from the start that you were nothing but a desperate woman looking for some fool to ensnare in your schemes. But what escaped your notice is that I am no fool. I am puppeteer behind many such games - the devil himself - and mercy is an unknown term in my dictionary."
• The door burst open suddenly, and three men dressed in sharp suits stormed inside.
• "Sir!" They bowed their heads respectfully towards Dane.
• "What on earth... Who gave you permission to barge into my house? Security!" Matha's voice rose in panic.
• Dane waved her off dismissively, "Don't bother calling your so-called protectors. They're useless." He turned to the men, "Do you have the video?"
• "Affirmative, sir," one of them replied promptly.
• "I'm sure Miss Parker would be thrilled to see it."
• The man moved towards the large screen and connected his device. Moments later, a video of a girl engaged in a threesome began to play.
• Matha gasped in shock. "That can't be... I've only been with you."
• "Is that so?" Dane chuckled darkly. "Then who's your secret lover?"
• "How...how did you find out?" Matha stammered, her face pale with shock.
• A spark of defiance ignited within her as she stood tall, an idea forming in her mind. "You should know that this won't go unpunished. My lover and my father will make sure of it."
• The icy glint in Dane’s eyes hardened into a lethal glare, an unspoken signal for the man waiting in the wings to make his entrance.
• “Regrettably, I am unable to offer you any assistance, my dear.” The newcomer confidently strode into the room and took center stage. He was garbed in an eye-wateringly expensive black suit that screamed power and authority.
• “What are you implying, darling?” Matha's voice wavered with disbelief. Her world seemed to crumble around her. He was her last beacon of hope within the chaos and now, he was uttering words that made no sense to her.
• “Darling?” A ripple of contempt flashed across the man’s face as his lips curled in disgust. “You must understand… Mr. Creighton is my superior and I merely executed his commands, Miss Parker.”
• “Mr. Creighton?” Matha's voice barely rose above a whisper as shock consumed her. The truth hit her like a punch to the gut; she had been played for a fool all along. It dawned on her that the man she had dismissed and ridiculed was actually the one she had been desperately trying to win over all this time. Her initial gut feeling had been right after all.
• With desperation clawing at her insides, Matha sprinted towards Dane and collapsed onto her knees before him. "Darling… I lied... I want us to be together... I still love you—"
• “Love?” Dane raised an eyebrow, his expression dripping with scorn. “You have no understanding of love at all.” His voice turned frosty as he continued, “I never indulge myself with a woman more than once - your innocence was what intrigued me; there's something thrilling about taking a woman's virginity just to see her break down in tears.”
• His gaze fell on Matha dismissively as he added, “A woman who has lost her chastity is as worthless to me as a pair of worn-out shoes. Get her out of my sight!” Dane's words were laced with revulsion.
• “No! Please... let me explain.” Matha's desperate plea echoed in the room as a soldier dragged her away, her screams and struggles echoing hauntingly. "I gave you my purity. You cannot reduce me to this.”
• ~End of Flashback ~
• Joey shot a perplexed look at the ostentatious wall clock hanging grandiosely on the wall. She was taken aback to see that it was half past one in the dead of night.
• A grin spread across her face before she burrowed back into the softness of her pillow, shifting her attention towards the man standing shirtless by the window, cradling his fourth glass of whiskey.
• “Sir—”
• “Get out!” Dane interrupted, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
• A knot of unease tightened in Joey's throat, a sudden lump that was hard to swallow. She was perplexed by the surge of indignation bubbling within her. After all, hadn't she known from the start what their arrangement entailed? She was but a temporary solace for his nightly desires, a fleeting distraction from his lonely existence.
• Nevertheless, a stubborn part of her refused to wave the white flag so readily. Her voice trembled as she mustered the courage to speak again. "Sir," she began tentatively, "if you find yourself desiring my company once more, know that I stand ready at your beck and call." She bit down on her lower lip nervously, eyes clamped shut in anticipation. A tiny seed of hope had been planted in her heart; perhaps his response would water it into blooming joy.
• Her hopes were brutally crushed when his icy reply hit her like a gust of winter wind. "I don’t repeat my actions! Now get out!!" The words were delivered with such detached coolness that it sent shivers down Joey's spine.
• She nodded reluctantly, disappointment etching deep lines on her face. Gathering up her clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, she made her silent exit. Hot tears welled up in her eyes and blurred her vision as she wobbled on shaky legs, still reeling from their harsh encounter.
• But who was truly at fault here? The bitter taste of regret filled Joey's mouth as she acknowledged an unpalatable truth - this was simply how he operated. He lured women into his bed each night under no pretenses—a virgin specifically—and cast them aside like spent matches once he'd satisfied his lustful cravings.
• And yet they kept coming back to him—women like herself—despite knowing about his controlling nature and ruthless disposition.
• His violence didn't deter them; instead, it seemed to draw them in like moths to a flame. The question lingered heavy in her mind: who was really to blame here?