Lily's hands were still bound, forcing her to awkwardly drape herself over the bed frame. As the realization of what was about to happen dawned on her, she let out a piercing scream, "You filthy bastard, let me go—ah!"
Ethan's thick manhood plundered Lily's depths with savage hunger, her tight folds stretching around his girth as he relentlessly pounded her from behind. His rough hands greedily kneaded her supple breasts, his fingers pinching and twisting her hardened nipples in rhythm with each thrust. Despite herself, Lily felt a shiver of unwanted pleasure course through her body. The heady mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her moan.
Tears of humiliation pricked at the corners of her eyes, but Lily stubbornly bit her lip, refusing to make another sound. Her bound hands clenched around the metal rail of the bed in a white-knuckled grip.
Once or twice getting bit by a dog was nothing new to Lily. She had to convince herself of that to cope. But she vowed that one day, she would make him pay for this violation - and not just any payback, but with interest added on top.
A shudder of revulsion mixed with pain wracked her body, and it took every ounce of her willpower not to cry out.
As her vision began to blur and darken at the edges, Lily slipped into merciful unconsciousness, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.
She had passed out already?
Her stamina was pitiful, truly showcasing the sheltered fragility of a pampered heiress.
His desire was thoroughly extinguished, and Ethan withdrew from her limp form with a dismissive sneer. He reached over and pressed the intercom button, his voice a study in cold indifference as he issued a terse command, "Nanny, come in and clean her up."
Without waiting for a response, he turned and strode into the bathroom to take a shower.
His hands had thoroughly broken the haughty princess.
The vindictive satisfaction of it was almost palpable.
A cruel smile played at the corners of Ethan's lips.
The maid had already washed Lily and dressed her in a bathrobe by the time he emerged from the bathroom wearing a black silk robe. She lay unconscious on the bed, her dark hair fanning out in a silken curtain across the white pillow, her face... deceptively angelic in its tranquility.
Ethan settled on the edge of the bed, his long legs crossed in a deceptively casual pose as he reached over and upended her satchel with a careless flick of his wrist.
A single silver coin tumbled from the depths of the bag, landing in his open palm.
With a deft motion, he sent it spinning into the air with his thumb, tracking its glinting arc as it reached its apex before dropping back into his waiting hand.
The gesture unleashed a flood of memories...
Back then, he had been nothing more than a delinquent student at a third-rate high school, well-versed in the art of brawling and little else.
The province's most elite private school was located just across the street from his own decrepit institution.
One day, after a particularly vicious fight, he stood by the side of the road, his uniform disheveled and his mouth smeared with blood. Across the way, a group of middle school boys clustered around a girl who was dressed like a little princess, their eager voices carrying on the breeze.
"Lily, you look so beautiful today!"
"Lily, I noticed you've been getting rides home in the Susan family's car these past few days. Are you two close?"
"Lily, I heard you love the sound of coins being tossed into a wishing well. I brought a bunch of coins with me today. Let's go to the park together..."
Even then, Lily had been the center of attention, the object of every boy's affection and every girl's envy.
And Ethan? He had been nothing more than a nameless face in the crowd, a worthless punk from the wrong side of the tracks.
How far they had both come since that day...