Chapter 240
Chapter 240:
“You’ll do nothing,” he said dismissively. “Sit on the bed, we have a lot to do,” he added, walking towards the bed and patting the space beside him.
“Are you dumb?!” she retorted, disgusted.
She’d rather sit with a pig than with him.
“Now!” he barked, his voice urgent. “You can’t come into my room and control me like this. Get out!”
“Don’t you dare raise your voice at me!” Rosa shot back, her voice cold with disdain. “I’m past being someone you can control. I’m not wrapped around your finger anymore.”
She couldn’t believe his audacity. He must be joking.
“I hope you know who you’re talking to,” he said, a hint of arrogance in his tone.
“I’m fully aware,” she replied, matching his defiance.
“Leave!” she ordered, pointing toward the door.
“And if I don’t?” he questioned, his tone spiking her anger as he took a step closer.
“I’ll have the guards throw you out like the piece of trash that you are.”
“Relax,” he murmured, placing a finger against his lips before letting it drop to the tip of her towel, loosening it. In an instant, her towel slipped from her body so quickly that she didn’t see it coming.
“Look at how pretty they are sitting on your chest,” he admired, his eyes clouded with lust. He began to twirl his finger around her nipple before Rosa slapped his hand away in fury.
She didn’t know what had come over her. His actions made her freeze with rage.
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“Are you insane?”
“Maybe. These,” he said, his fingers brushing over her, “are capable of making me lose my senses.” He chuckled, wrapping his hand around her breasts before releasing them, watching them bounce.
Fear gripped Rosa at Ray’s behavior.
She was vulnerable, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
Her hands grabbed the towel that lay on the floor, wrapping it tightly around her chest to conceal her breasts.
“I’ve paid you. Our deal is over. What else do you want?” Her voice trembled as she kept her eyes fixed on him.
“You. I want you, and I don’t care who owns you. You’re so sweet, I can’t stop thinking about your body,” he said, trying to pull at her towel again. But she was quick, slapping his hands away.
Her eyes darted to the door. What if someone walked in?
She was in trouble.
“What about more money?” she offered, her heart pounding loudly in her chest, like the beat of war drums. Her grip tightened around the towel.
“Your body,” he insisted, a dark smirk curling his lips. “Your body or nothing.”
“You don’t want to do this,” she warned.
“Trust me, I’ve always wanted this to repeat itself. I want it like crazy,” he said, his voice thick with obsession.
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