The Billionaire CEO's Bought Secret Baby

Chapter 3

Once they were in the car, Tobias glanced at her. "How old are you?"

Sophia looked at him nervously, stammering, "Seventeen."

"Seventeen and you're not in school?"

Sophia shook her head, trembling slightly.

"Why not?"

"My mom's sick. We don’t have money, and I need to take care of her," she replied, biting down hard on her lower lip, trying to suppress the fear that was rising within her.

Tobias reached out, gripping her chin firmly and turning her face toward him. "Stop biting," he said with a low voice, his gaze intense. "You’ve already made it bleed."With that, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her.

Sophia started in alarm, straining to push him away, but he pressed her down hard into the seat. She was immobilized, terrified and crying.

A moment later, he released her, licking his lips. "You taste even better than I imagined."

"Please let me go!" Sophia sobbed.

He sneered, "Don't care about your mother's life or death?"

Sophia froze, despairingly leaning on the seat.

Soon, the car stopped, and he dragged her out by her arm. She looked up to see a small villa, her legs going weak with fright.

He pulled her inside, up the stairs, into one of the rooms, and finally let her go. Then he began to undress.

Sophia cowered, wrapping her arms around herself, stumbling backward.

He turned, his cold gaze sweeping over her, and yanked her towards him, throwing her onto the bed.

"Ah!" Dizzy from the impact, Sophia tried to get up, but he was already on top of her. Feeling his hands groping her, she screamed, "No, let go of me!"

Instead of stopping, he became more violent, tearing her dress with a rip.

She felt a chill on her chest and quickly covered it with her hands, "Please, let me go."

"No." He grabbed her jaw, kissing her forcefully.

"Mmm." Sophia shook her head, wanting to speak, but unable to.

He kissed her brutally, his hands wandering over her body, soon stripping her naked.

"No!" Sophia whimpered and cried, breaking free from his kiss, her hands flailing and hitting him.

He pinned her hands above her head and bit her lip hard. The taste of blood filled her mouth; she felt the pain, the force pressing down on her, knowing she couldn't escape, and cried in despair.

He looked up at her coldly, then lowered his head to frenziedly gnaw on her neck.

"Ouch," she writhed, pleading through her tears, "Please spare me."

At that moment, he kissed her chest, sucking hard and leaving a red mark.

"Ah!" Sophia didn't know what to feel, there was pain and a strange shiver. "Don't, please, let me go!"

He raised his head, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and suddenly spread her legs and thrust his waist.

"Ah" Sophia arched her body in pain, her fingers scratched on his back, leaving five long bloody marks.

The stinging made his body tremble, and he pulled out suddenly, and then slammed back hard.

"It hurts." Sophia screamed, lying on the bed as if she was dying.

Tobias looked at her, held her legs, knelt on the bed and began to move rhythmically, without any mercy.

"It hurts!" she cried, "Please, stop, it hurts!"

She begged for a long time, and slowly lost her strength, leaving only sobbing cries. Finally, she lay on the bed like a rag doll, her eyes staring at the ceiling empty, her body rising and falling with his impact.

She didn't know how long he had been doing it, and when he roared and collapsed on her again, she didn't react at all.

He panted for a few minutes, climbed up, and backed away. After getting off the bed, he slowly walked to the head of the bed, pinched her chin, and asked her to look at him.

She saw the disgusting thing on his waist, still dripping with liquid.

He blinked, his hands trembled slightly, and he lowered his head to kiss her eyes. After a few seconds of pause, he let her go and walked towards the bathroom without looking back.

Sophia was still lying on the bed, as if dead.

A few minutes later, he came out, naked, dripping with water, and only took a towel to wipe his hair.

He walked up to her, glanced at her body, saw the dried blood between her legs, and showed an ambiguous smile: "Clean girl, very good."

“......”

"Go take a shower." He held her chin with his strong fingers. "If you don't want to do this again, just listen to me."

Sophia trembled, slowly sitting up, wrapping the blanket around her as she made her way to the bathroom. Her entire body ached, but nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Her own father had sold her, at a time when her mother was in desperate need of help.

Sinking into the bathtub, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably. At some point, a hand pressed down on her head, pulling her back to reality. “Are you clean yet?” His voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

She looked up at him, terror flooding her entire being.

“I’ll give you five more minutes,” he said before turning and leaving the room.

Five minutes?

Panic surged through her as she grabbed the body wash, scrubbing herself as quickly as possible. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her intently. His gaze was hard, and his voice even harder.

“Come here.”

She slowly walked over. He pulled her between his legs, gently lowering her guarded hands, and slowly untied her towel.

Did he still want more?

"I'm so tired," she said, her voice trembling with tears.