Bought as the Billionaire's Mistress

Chapter 5 Rejected

Terror flashed through every nerve in my body, and I shook my head frantically, hot tears spilling one after another down my cheeks. "I wouldn't dare, Mr. Desmond Finch. I truly wouldn't."

A colder, sharper glint hardened in Desmond's eyes at my plea.

"How?" Without a word of warning, he yanked me onto his lap, his palm settling heavy on my thigh before beginning a slow, deliberate slide against my skin.

The touch felt vile and invasive, like a venomous serpent's forked tongue dragging slowly over my flesh, leaving me frozen stiff with a sickening mix of fear and unnameable discomfort.

The unwanted advance slid higher suddenly, slipping beneath the fabric of my skirt to press and knead my c******s roughly, with no mercy for my obvious distress.

A soft, involuntary gasp slipped past my lips before I could stop it, and I clamped my hands over his to still his movements. "Please, Mr. Desmond Finch, don't do this."

Desmond's brooding eyes bored into mine, his gaze full of mocking disdain. "Isn't this exactly what you came here for?"

Both Finch brothers shared the same cruel, controlling inclinations, and I knew better than to put up any real resistance.

My breathing grew ragged under the relentless, taunting touches, a sharp, tingling heat spreading through my body against my will.

To my utter shame, I could feel myself growing wet.

Just as I teetered on the edge of release, the torturous touch vanished abruptly.

It felt like being hurled off a steep roller coaster mid-drop, my body and heart left hollow and aching in an instant, stranded in a cruel, unfinished high.

Desmond's hand slid slowly down my leg once more, his fingers trailing lightly over my skin until they reached my injured knee, still dotted with tiny glass shards and crusted with dried blood.

Without a flicker of sympathy, he pressed down hard on the raw, wounded flesh.

"AHHH!" A sharp, piercing scream tore from my throat, the white-hot pain jolting me fully out of the dazed haze from moments before.

My body curled into a tight, spasming ball, and cold sweat broke out all over my skin in an instant.

Desmond flung me off his lap and onto the carpeted floor without a second thought, grabbing a tissue from the nearby side table to wipe away the glistening moisture from his fingers, his face twisting with revulsion.

"You're not worthy of touching me. Get out of my sight!" he shouted.

Humiliation burned through every inch of me, hot and suffocating.

I clutched my clothes tightly to my body to cover myself, scrambling to my feet and fleeing down the staircase as fast as my shaky legs could carry me.

Tears streamed down my face nonstop the entire way, the sting of his rejection and cruelty sharper than the glass in my knee; I was so consumed by shame that I completely forgot Victor was even somewhere in the massive mansion.

I hurried through the foyer and toward the front door, but as I passed the sprawling living room, a series of lewd, breathless sounds reached my ears, making my cheeks flame with embarrassment.

I turned my head toward the noise involuntarily, my eyes landing on the scene on the leather sofa.

Victor was kneeling over the couch cushions, his upper body bare, head tilted slightly back. Beads of sweat slid down his taut, sharp jawline, glistening in the dim lamplight.

Pressed tightly beneath him was a woman, her body arched upwards as they moved in a rough, frantic rhythm.

The two of them froze the second they heard my footsteps, both turning their heads to lock eyes with me.

My face burned hotter than ever, my heart hammering wildly in my chest. I took a stumbling step backward, frozen in place, unsure whether to keep running for the door or turn back upstairs to hide.

"Stop right there!" Victor commanded sharply.

I had no choice but to halt in my tracks, my shoulders hunched as I refused to turn around and face the indecent scene.

"Come here," Victor said again, his tone brooking no argument.

I forced myself to turn slowly, shuffling toward them with hesitant steps, keeping my gaze fixed firmly on the floor to avoid looking at either of them.

"Did he finally take you tonight?" Victor asked, his voice lazy and mocking.

The memory of Desmond's cruelty and rejection made fresh tears burn in my eyes, and I stared down at my toes. "No... he didn't."

Victor's face twisted into a frown, his expression dripping with dismissive irritation. "Useless. Can't even get a simple task right without being told exactly what to do. Vivian, show her how it's done."

The woman beneath him lifted her head, and a flicker of recognition crossed my mind—she was Vivian Summers, the rising starlet who'd played the second female lead in a massive hit drama, her face plastered all over magazines and screens lately.

Vivian shot Victor a playful, pouting glare, her voice sweet and teasing. "You're so wicked, Victor. What if I corrupt this poor little thing?"

For all her playful protests, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close, pressing soft, deliberate kisses to his throat and Adam's apple, her hand sliding lower to tease him relentlessly.

Victor let out a low groan at her touch, his hips snapping forward roughly, drawing a breathless, satisfied moan from Vivian. "Victor..."

His movements were rough and demanding, but his eyes never left my face, watching as my cheeks turned redder and my body grew more tense with every passing second.

For reasons he couldn't name, the usual fire of his desire fizzled out instantly, replaced by sharp irritation.

He pulled away abruptly, yanking his tie loose in frustration and fixing Vivian with a cold glare. "Leave. Now."

Vivian had been lost in the heat of the moment, and the sudden absence left her dazed, her eyes wide and vacant. "Victor? What's wrong?" she asked, her voice confused and disoriented.

"Get out," Victor said again, his voice icy and final.

The playful glow vanished from Vivian's face at once; she didn't dare argue, scrambling to grab her clothes and dress herself quickly, eager to escape his wrath.

Before she hurried out the front door, she shot me a hateful glare.

I stared after her in stunned silence, confused and unfairly targeted.

'He's the one who's told her to leave, so why is she taking her anger out on me?'

Victor's sudden fury hung heavy in the air, and I decided to slip away while he was still distracted, turning to make a run for it.

I didn't get more than a single step before a strong hand curled around my wrist, yanking me backward with brutal force.

I stumbled and fell directly into Victor's hard, warm chest, his unspent d**k pressing firmly against my hip.