Chapter 11 Plaything
The speed dating event continued, though a crowd had gathered in one corner, packed tightly as if not a drop of water could seep through.
"Well, well, Mrs. Grimwald, quite the spectacle you've made." Ajax's mocking voice cut through the air, laced with disdain.
"I-I..." Penelope stammered, her face paling as she struggled to form coherent words.
Helplessly, she turned to Lana for support, only to find her friend frozen, lips parted in shock, her complexion ghostly.
'It is over…' Penelope's heart clenched with fear. She had infuriated Ajax.
Ajax's cold chuckle echoed, void of patience. His gaze hardened, a silent command passing through his eyes.
Two men in sleek black suits stepped forward from the group that always shadowed Ajax. Without a word, they grabbed Penelope, who had been hanging her head, and forced her to stand.
The onlookers were stunned into silence.
This handsome man's mere presence had rendered them speechless, and as he had two men carry off the young woman, not a single person dared to intervene.
Then, without another word, Ajax walked out, leaving behind only one command, "Tear this speed dating event apart."
…
Penelope was dragged into Ajax's car, her pulse racing in terror.
Seated next to him, she barely managed to stay conscious at the sight of his stormy, unreadable face.
The car sped to the Grimwald residence, and the moment they arrived, Ajax yanked her out of the vehicle, his expression still an impassive mask.
"Uh..." Penelope uttered weakly as they ascended the stairs.
The journey ended with her being thrown onto a bed, the impact sending her sprawling. Her head struck the headboard, and she winced, a pained groan slipping from her lips.
"Don't start moaning yet…" Ajax's voice cut through the tension, icy and unyielding. His frigid eyes looked down at her trembling body, like a predator savoring its prey. "You'll have plenty of time to scream later."
"M-Mr. Grimwald, I'm sorry!" Penelope's voice quivered on the edge of tears.
Panic flooded her veins.
Who could have guessed her innocent attempt to attend a speed dating event would provoke Ajax's wrath? Now, she was at his mercy.
"Do you know you're the first person to go back on our agreement?" His tone was both incredulous and dangerously calm.
"Mr. Grimwald, please, I was wrong. Just give me another chance..." Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill.
Her fragile appearance only highlighted her natural beauty.
Without makeup, her face looked even more innocent and vulnerable, while her short white skirt clung to her slender waist, accentuating her delicate form.
This sight only fueled Ajax's simmering anger.
Suddenly, his gaze shifted, turning dark and intense, as though he were about to devour her.
Penelope shivered in fear, instinctively shrinking back into the headboard. "W-What are you going to do..."
Her wide eyes filled with terror, and she could no longer struggle. She was unable to make a sound, unable to escape.
In an instant, Ajax grabbed her ankle, pulling her toward him with ease. His tall body towered over hers, and his lips crashed onto hers in a forceful kiss.
Never before had any woman provoked him so. Even his runaway fiancée hadn't been able to do this.
Ajax was intent on punishing her, making her submit to him on this very bed. He would make her understand the consequences of angering him.
He was a beast that no one could control, and Penelope was nothing more than a helpless little rabbit in his grasp.
His fury was unleashed upon her.
"Mm… mm..."
The game of punishment had begun, and the flames of desire erupted violently.
Penelope struggled helplessly, unable to move, resist, or escape, completely vulnerable.
Outside the window, the evening sun cast its fading light onto the bed, where the two bodies entwined, their unrestrained passion painting the entire dusk in vibrant hues.
In the haze of desire, everything felt like a dream. His dominance, his arrogance, his force, his terror—she felt it all.
When she was so exhausted that she could barely summon any strength, she heard his voice, haunting like a ghostly melody, echoing repeatedly in her mind.
"From tonight onward," he declared, his words searing into her brain, "you are mine, my plaything."
'Plaything?' Penelope was too exhausted to comprehend, her body limp and her mind blank. Yet he wasn't done.
With a dark glint in his eyes, he pulled her under him once more...