Storm opened his eyes and coldly looked at Diego.
"Gross." He emotionlessly said. He then kicked Diego away from him, and rose on his feet unsteadily.
He rubbed his temple, dizziness suddenly attacked him. The drug on the wine he drank has now taken effect.
Storm could finally feel the lava erupted inside him. He felt torrid, and uncomfortable. He felt his shirt suddenly become so tight, the cool temperature blown by the aircon didn't help much to cool down the heat that engulfed him.
Storm hurriedly unbuttoned his black shirt as his jaws moved and veins on his temples jut out. He then hastily removed his shirt, threw it harshly on the floor and wobbled his way back to bed.
"Come… come out!" Storm ordered through rapid breathing as he stood before the bed, his face turned scarlet from the agonizing heat that he felt. "I said… Come out! Damn it!"
He impatiently went down on all fours when she still didn't show herself to him and laid his burning gaze on her tearful face.
"Please, let me go." Julia begged with her hand pressing against each other over her chest. "I didn't wish this to happen. I didn't know—
"Bullshits!" He hauled her out from under the bed by her arm. She cried out once again from the pain.
"You…" Storm's foot suspended in the air as he unintentionally laid his sight on her nude breasts, which was like a pair of perfect twin mountains. His Adam's apple bobbed as the heat inside him blazed up at the sight.
Storm shook his head, and swung a little as he backed off, forgetting the initial intention to kick her and insulted her instead. "So, you really are a slut." He chuckled, sounded scornful. "Do you know I hate sluts, especially those who act innocent and coy? You're no different from them. I was wrong about you! And you, just like them, don't deserve respect!"
He picked her up, tossed her cruelly back on the bed, and pinned her under his athletic body. His cold gaze turned lustful as their eyes locked at each other, sending her chill down her spine.
She shivered under his body. Fear was evident from her misty eyes. However, she no longer had the face to beg him to spare her insignificant life. After all, it was her doing that she ended up in this situation. She gave up resisting.
"Why aren't you begging anymore?" Storm whispered in a threatening tone. He began to move his hand and tickled her from legs, up to her stomach, to her breasts, and to her lips.
Julia held back her urge to moan. Whatever Storm was doing to her, it was tickling her terribly and sent pleasure in her body. The feeling that she had right now was not similar to earlier, because this time, every move of his hand was gentle, teasing, and stimulating, as if it was searching for the exact spot where she felt ticklish.
"Beg!" He coldly ordered with a hint of hatred in his tone. "Didn't… hussies love this?"
Julia's tears streamed down from her eyes once again. She was hurt and felt humiliated, but to whom she could blame this? No one had forced her to get involved in this mess. If she didn't agree with this kind of approach to get close to this man, she would not be in this horrible situation.
Julia was guilty, extremely guilty, especially as she could see from the man that he was holding his lust for her. His reddened uncovered face, his unusual breathing, and the burning heat in his body indicated her that the aphrodis*ac drug has taken effect long ago.
The man was overtaken with s*exual desire. He needed someone to help him relieve that feeling. And it must be her. This was her fault after all.
Julia ran her watery eyes on his body, and it only intensified the guilt in her heart when she noticed how his broad chest heaved up and down with discomfort. His body was damn soaked with sweat.
Julia couldn't waste time anymore. She knew how strong the effect of the drug was since they had put a lot of it in the wine. The worst part was, he chugged them all like water. If he couldn't relieve himself, his life would be endangered.
Julia closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"Why?" She asked through a whisper. She has to get the answer of her confusion first before she could decide to surrender herself to him. "Why are you still able to stand and recognise him? You should… you should be…"
Storm's gaze darkened, as dark as the black paint, unfathomable and eerie. "I'm a mafia king. In this world of mine, how do you think I live? How long do you think I'll survive in this dark world if I am just as naive as you think I am? Since from the beginning, I know that the wine is drugged."
"How? How did you find out?"
Storm shook his head and unexpectedly grabbed her chin. Deep enmity once again glinted past his icy glare. He gnashed his teeth under his mask and roared, "You wench, I don't have the mood to talk with you!"
In a hurry yet shaky move, Storm knelt above her head and clumsily unzipped his pants. This was due to the effect of the drug that he could no longer do things with perfection.
From that, Julia could predict what was going to happen next. In her horror, Storm took out his oversize d*ck and glared at her as he demanded, "Open your mouth."
"Please, no. I can't… I can't do it like this." Julia spoke softly, almost like a whisper, with tears once again flooded in her eyes. "Yes. This is my fault. I'll compensate you for it with my body, not with my mouth."
"Compensate with your body?" Storm broke into a cynical laughter that lasted for a few seconds. Shortly after that, he grabbed her hair and made her accept his erecting d*ck as he whispered, "I forgot to tell you, slut. I may be drugged, but I have yet to lose my mind. I won't touch filthy bitches even if it's only you who is left alive in this world. Now, you'll pay for this. Satisfy me!"
That being said, Storm brutally thrust his d*ck in and out in her mouth as he moaned in pleasure.