"Let go of Ei..." Joshua's voice trailed off, his eyes pleading with Eileen to come back to him. But she didn't move, frozen in Cillian's grasp.
"I do not know you, Mister," She interrupted him, hee voice firm but laced with desperation. She didn't want to be caught. "Please leave me and my...my Master alone."
Joshua: "..." What was she saying? Was she talking to him? His eyes locked onto Eileen, his gaze burning with a silent appeal.
Cillian's grip on her only tightened, his arms wrapping around her like a possessive vice.
"Ah, the doll has a master, how...interesting," Cillian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I'm afraid that the master is not letting her go anywhere. She's mine now."
His eyes locked onto Joshua, a cold challenge in their depths.
Joshua's face fell, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and resignation. He took a step back, his voice barely above a whisper. "Fine...keep her."
He turned to walk away, but Cillian's mocking tone stopped him. "Take this file with you, hiker."
Cillian's hand closed around the file, his fingers brushing against Eileen's as he took it from her grasp.
His arm grazed her breast, and he felt a thrill run through him. He knew she was naked under the robe, and the knowledge only added to his excitement.
"Good!" he thought to himself, as he handed the file to Joshua.
He was having a good time with the thrill of playing games. Especially the game of possession and seduction but also acknowledging Eileen's secret.
He knew! He was too smart not to know - she was pretending to be a doll, but he was aware right from day yesterday that she was a real woman.
His mocking tone and gestures were a way of taunting Joshua, but also of flirting with Eileen, who was maintaining her doll facade while secretly fearing Cillian's discovery of her truth.
Ain't that a wonderful plot twist now?! Haha!
Joshua hastily grabbed the file and started to leave, not even looking back.
Meanwhile, Eileen was about to rise from Cillian's lap where she sat, but before she could, Cillian's hand slipped under the bathrobe, his fingers tracing the curves of her inner thigh.
His other hand firmly gripped her waist, keeping her seated on his lap, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
"Where are you off to, doll?" he taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "Don't forget you're here to serve."
She recoiled, anger and revulsion flashing across her face. In a momentary surge of defiance, she raised her hand as if to slap him.
But before she could react, he swiftly seized her waist, deftly twisting her around until she was forced to straddle him.
"Now, now," he chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Who taught my doll to raise her hand to her master?"
'Psh, I feel like spitting in his face. How can someone so handsome act so disgustingly? Pig!' she thought with disgust.
How much longer could she keep pretending? What would happen if she revealed she wasn't actually a doll?
Eileen's eyes briefly flashed with defiance, but she quickly masked it, returning to her doll-like facade.
"Nowhere, master. I wasn't going anywhere," she replied calmly, her voice void of emotion. "I was just adjusting my position to better serve you."
There was a hint of sarcasm in her tone, but Cillian's grip on her waist tightened, his hand under her dress pulling her closer.
"Good," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear. "I wouldn't want my favorite doll forgetting her place."
The car was now empty, Levy having taken the hint to retrieve the files from the house and stay there for a while after his boss instructed the lady to sit on his lap.
That was when he made his exit.
Meanwhile, Eileen knew she needed to take control of the situation. She thought to herself, "Men, especially disgusting ones like this, often try to exploit a woman's fear.
I need to be brave and bold and find a way out of this. Come on, Eileen, you're an award-winning businesswoman with the highest IQ - use your skills!"
But she was aware that this wasn't a business deal, and she had never been in such an intimate and uncomfortable position with a man before.
Her past experience with Ethan, who never even looked at her, was of little help in this situation. Tch!
Closing her eyes briefly, Eileen tried to gather her thoughts and focus amidst the unsettling situation but how could that be?
"You're naked," he whispered huskily, his voice low and rough.
She literally could hear his Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke, and she felt a surge of fear mixed with adrenaline.
She gasped, pulling in a sharp breath, and pushed herself forward slightly, trying to steady herself. He responded with a low, menacing hiss, his body tensing beneath her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.
He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I'm not sure if you're genuinely innocent or..." His words trailed off, and he shook his head, a playful glint in his gaze.
"How can you say I'm your master when you can't tell right now if I'm okay or not?" he asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm and teasing.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with conflict and uncertainty.
"Don't you feel it?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, his hips nudging upwards and then back down. His face contorted, trying to conceal a powerful emotion behind a faltering smirk.
She barely had the time to think his words and actions through because she felt his fingers grazing around her punani.
Eileen: "...."
"Shh, hold still. I wouldn't do much," he murmured and that was her body needed to comply and go against her brain.
She just kept silent, looking into his eyes that held still to hers too. She was utterly speechless.
He lifted her a bit to adjust his right hand under her and then slipped his middle finger into her.
"Wh..." She gasped, not knowing what to say because her body was responding instantly to that touch.
Cillian loved that response, it made him burn with desire. He felt like kissing her, capturing those lips in his and then fiercely suck on it, possessively even but...
But NO! This wasn't his woman, he didn't know who she was in fact he didn't know why she was in his house. 'i need to stop this...'
Just when he was about to let go, he felt her melt into him. Her hands clutched his suit so tightly, pulling him closer.
Her inner walls clenched around his one middle finger and she tugged her hips closer... That was a movement from her side. She wanted it too.
He pulled his finger out abruptly, though his eyes never left hers even when hers closed yet at his sudden action it opened up.
"You're letting me do this, you'd fully be mine if you release," he whispered though it came out sounding as a growl, his voice filled with possessive intensity. "What do you say?"
"Are you asking for my permission? Since when did master frosty need permission to get services from his doll?" She blankly said.
She was really engulfed by that moment and she couldn't think clearly. All she wanted right now was to experience that again, whatever it was!
Well..... Sadly....
"Get down, I'm late for work!"