Bought as the Billionaire's Mistress

Chapter 3 What a Little Temptress

My entire body froze at his command.

The next instant, a wildfire of embarrassment ignited across my face, spreading with blistering speed.

Across from me, Victor remained silent, his fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the polished tabletop, waiting.

As my silence stretched, his patience visibly thinned. A frown creased his brow, and he began to lift a hand, a clear signal for Arthur to remove me.

That gesture snapped me back to reality. Being taken away meant sharing the fate of those other girls—carried out, gone.

My mother's staggering medical debt would go unpaid, and I would simply vanish here.

Panic ruthlessly shoved aside my shame.

In a desperate surge, I lunged forward, dropping to my knees before him and craning my neck to meet his gaze. "Mr. Finch, I can do it!"

Without another thought, my trembling hands fumbled for his trousers. My frantic clumsiness made the simple task impossible; the zipper refused to yield.

Beneath my frantic touch, I felt his d**k swell and harden, a terrifying confirmation.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I gave a sharp, final tug. The zipper hissed down.

The unveiled sight before me was so shockingly potent that I gasped, utterly paralyzed.

Victor gazed down from his height, an aura of daunting power and coiled tension wrapping around him.

Terrified, I ducked my head, my hands closing around the burning, rigid d**k.

The very air in the room grew thick, heavy with something primal and scorching.

A sharp, ragged inhale sounded above me.

I glanced up to find Victor's face a mask of strained endurance, but his eyes blazed with raw hunger, the corners tinged bloodshot.

Fear prickled over my skin. Tentatively, I moved my encircling hands, rotating them gently, and looked up with what I hoped was convincing innocence. "Mr. Victor Finch... is this right?"

His breathing hitched, growing deeper, heavier.

Confronted with my wide, seemingly naïve eyes, his own flickered for a moment.

Then, in one swift motion, he hauled me up and spun me, pressing my back against the cold, hard edge of the desk.

"Mr. Finch—" A startled cry escaped me.

Darkness suddenly fell as something soft covered my eyes.

I was blinded, every other sense magnifying.

In the blackness, his large hand enveloped mine, guiding it in a slow, deliberate exploration.

The heavy rhythm of his breathing filled the space, escalating until it broke into a low, guttural growl.

I understood what was happening, what he was achieving with my hand, but I dared not resist.

My fingers merely followed his lead, tracing, learning.

Finally, a pair of searing-hot palms settled on me, their heat alone making me shiver.

A single finger slipped inside my p***y, teasing and circling at the threshold.

An electric jolt seized me, my body clenching tight in involuntary response. My own breath quickened, matching his.

A strange, addictive sensation flooded through me, sweet and dangerous.

As he sensed my reaction, Victor's touch shifted to a slow, teasing knead, alternating between feather-light pauses and sudden intense pressure. He played me until my limbs turned liquid, my thighs clamping together tightly of their own accord—so tight his finger could scarcely withdraw.

His breathing turned ragged once more. "What a little temptress. It almost seems a shame to send you away," he murmured.

Before I could grasp his meaning, he abruptly pulled back, the connection severed. "You've passed."

My legs buckled, but his arm shot out, steadying my limp form at the waist. "My test, that is. The final decision isn't mine to make."

Confusion swirled.

'Who here could possibly hold more authority than Victor?'

"That one is far more... formidable than I am. If ordinary humans are difficult, he... he currently operates beyond even that category."

'Beyond human? What is he? Will I have to be intimate with something not even human?'

Dread coiled in my stomach. My face must have paled.

"If he accepts you, and you succeed in your task, your mother will receive the finest care money can buy. You'll also receive an additional 10 million dollars. Fail," he said, his voice cooling, eyes turning to ice, "and your end will be identical to the seven girls before you."

He regarded me calmly, a terrifying finality in his gaze. "You still have a choice here. Accept, or refuse?"

The offer was an illusion. Refusal now meant joining Elara beneath a sheet. I was in far too deep to turn back.

Seeing the resolve harden in my eyes, Victor pressed a button on his desk, and Arthur entered promptly.

"Take her to Desmond," Victor said.