Chapter 6

This was an obvious threat.

My body started trembling uncontrollably. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I bit my lip hard to keep them from falling.

I couldn't gamble with Mary's life.

Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, I couldn't afford to lose.

"What, you still want to keep your virginity for that boyfriend who can't even come up with five hundred thousand dollars?"

James smirked, his fingers trailing across my collarbone as he explored my chest with his eyes, squeezing roughly.

Then he leaned down, burying his head to lick and bite the marks on my chest.

James's tongue was wet and burning hot. In an instant, it was like an electric current shot through my body. The tingling sensation swept over me, and I involuntarily arched my back and moaned: "No... stop."

James didn't hold back, taking my tender nipple beside it into his mouth, circling it with his tongue twice before licking, biting, and sucking hard.

My eyes widened. My body trembled violently. I kicked my legs helplessly and cried out: "Don't bite... get away."

James's free hand gripped my slender waist. He reluctantly released his mouth. The once pink nipple had been moistened into a lewd, vivid color, standing trembling in the air.

James grabbed my chin and turned it straight, looking into my eyes: "Remember, my name is James."

My eyes were wet and red. I stared at him blankly for two seconds.

James directly lowered his head to seal my mouth, his well-defined hand reaching down to my private area.

Those large hands, rough with calluses, slid down from my flat stomach to between my legs, tentatively cupping my pussy.

His warm, rough palm landed there. Even through the fabric, my private area grew wet.

My mind went blank. I shook my head, trembling, fear finally showing in my moist eyes: "Don't. Don't touch there."

James acted as if he hadn't heard. His fingers easily penetrated my soaked panties. His protruding knuckles inadvertently brushed across my pussy, triggering another shudder. My private area produced intense pleasure.

Tears born of lust fell into my hair, and sweet liquid gushed from my pussy, leaving a puddle on the bed beneath me.

His rough, hard fingers thrust into my pussy, stirring mercilessly. He leaned down and asked the earlier question again: "Can't touch where? Here? Or... here."

With each question, he curved his fingers, maliciously scraping my inner walls, forcing me to shake my head desperately, crying until my voice was hoarse: "Stop it. Get out, bastard."

My sensitive spots were broken through one by one. My labia swelled with blood, continuously secreting fluid. I went from initial shame and resistance to eventually adapting to the pleasure. "Don't... thrust. Okay."

My breasts bounced violently. I lay sideways on the messy bed, lazily squinting, tear tracks still dry at the corners of my eyes, but my crimson lips were already panting continuously.

While wantonly stirring my tongue, he removed his suit and tossed it aside, guiding my hand to press against something scalding and hard.

I looked down to see his cock. The moment I touched it, the glans swelled, its scorching heat making my delicate palm tingle.

Coming to my senses, I screamed in fright and cried while trying to retreat: "Get away!"

I twisted my body trying to escape, but in my panic, my hand brushed against the massive organ, eliciting a suppressed sound.

A lustful ferocity spread across his features. He pushed me down onto the bed. I had been crying all night, my eyes and lips swollen, my hair disheveled, yet this only made him want to ravage me more.

Having endured for so long, James had lost his patience. Breathing heavily, his eyes reddened, he lightly patted my face. His lower body thrust forward, his massive, hard cock pressing against my wet pussy.

The thick glans pushed into the narrow vagina. Instead of going deep, it peeled back the layers of inner walls, searching for the real target, aiming at the clitoris for a fierce strike.

Intense pleasure hit me. I arched my back. My satisfied vagina convulsed excitedly, fluids pouring out along with tears.

James wasn't having it easy either. Beads of sweat dripped from his temple where veins bulged, as he panted with pleasure.

So tight. My pussy was nearly stretched round. The vaginal walls eagerly crowded forward to suck on the glans, making his scalp tingle with pleasure.

He resisted the urge to forcefully penetrate my vagina, giving the clitoris no chance to recover, thrusting again and again.

"No, I can't take it anymore," I cried in collapse, yet the tide of passion overturned all reason, my toes curling tight.

My already swollen and everted pussy kept secreting fluid. Inside my vagina felt like ants were gnawing, with a piercing itch.

James's heart trembled at my reaction. His narrow, deep eyes turned crimson. He pulled me up to sit in his lap, holding me with one arm while vigorously pounding my already red and swollen clitoris, fluids splashing everywhere.

"Gentle... gentler, I can't take it anymore." The impact I was experiencing now was even more intense than before. I couldn't bear it, my tear-stained face like a fresh peach.

From forehead to eyes to lips to chin, James kissed almost every part of my flushed face, consoling with amusement: "Good girl."

As James thrust into my pussy once more, my thoughts scattered again. I bent over, even my sobbing sounded like seduction, sitting on James's lap and moaning continuously.

James leaned close to my ear, saying roughly: "Say my name."

He gripped my waist, his swollen cock suddenly turning fierce, hitting my clitoris.

"James, James." I held tight to James's neck, shaking my head and sobbing.

Pleasure reached its peak. My body trembled violently twice, fluids gushing out, covering where we were joined, my body convulsing continuously.

James also pulled his long cock out, grunting before shooting several waves of semen onto my flat stomach, so much that it splashed onto my chest and chin.

I could barely sit steady. James pulled me, and I collapsed against his shoulder, my whole body limp.

Just when I thought it was over, he leaned down and pressed against me again.

That night was very long.

I could only rise and fall with his movements, feeling myself shattered into pieces.

Until finally, I didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Before losing consciousness, I saw James looking down at me.

He reached out to brush away my sweat-dampened hair, his fingertips rubbing across my swollen lips.

That look was complex, carrying a sense of satisfaction.

"You're mine now, Ella."

He murmured in my ear.

"For the rest of your life, don't even think about escaping."

The next morning, sunlight pierced through the gap in the heavy curtains, stinging my eyes.

I moved slightly. My whole body ached.

The space beside me was already empty. Only the messy sheets and the lingering smell of semen in the air reminded me of everything that happened last night.

I gritted my teeth and sat up, looking at the dense love bites covering my body. I rushed into the bathroom and stood under the shower, scrubbing my skin.

Until my skin turned red, the feeling of violation still wouldn't go away.

But I had no time to grieve, and no right to break down.

I put on the business suit I'd brought, buttoning it all the way to the top to cover those intimate marks.

I applied careful makeup to hide my pale complexion and the dark circles under my eyes.

I looked at myself in the mirror—back to being that accountant again.

At ten in the morning, with two assistants, I appeared punctually in the study of The Smith Manor.

This place didn't look like a gang hideout, but more like a corporate office.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window was an expensive desk, behind which was an entire wall of books.

James sat behind the desk, wearing a black silk shirt with the collar slightly open, revealing some firm chest muscles.

Seeing me enter, he raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over me.

His eyes held amusement, as if savoring last night's madness.

I forced myself to ignore his stare and spoke professionally.

"Mr. Smith."

"Here's the account organization plan you requested. My team has already started verifying the original documents downstairs."

I placed the folder in front of him, never looking him in the eyes, maintaining a safe distance.

James didn't take the documents. He just leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand.

"Sit."

He pointed to the chair across from him.

I took a deep breath and sat down, opening my laptop to enter work mode.

In my line of work, I never had to bow to anyone.

Time passed minute by minute. The study was filled only with the sound of keyboard typing and papers rustling.

I processed data quickly. Those messy accounts were already clear in my eyes.

However, when I turned to the quarterly report for "The Smith Group-Nanloa Logistics Division."

My fingers paused, my brow furrowing unconsciously.

This set of data was wrong.

On the surface, this was a perfect logistics transportation report. Freight costs, customs duties, fuel consumption all met international standards. Even exchange rate losses were perfectly done.

An ordinary accountant wouldn't spot the flaw.

But I was sensitive to numbers.

I pulled up the fuel purchase records and container throughput data for the same period, quickly calculating in my mind.

Wrong. The fuel consumption didn't match the cargo weight.

Though the discrepancy was small, with the huge transportation volume, this deviation meant this batch of cargo was underweight.

Or even empty.

Large numbers of containers were being transported by sea, generating huge logistics revenue and costs on paper.

But in reality, there was no cargo inside. This was a typical empty-container money-laundering scheme.