Scarlet Enchantment

Chapter 8

This novel contains detailed s****l content, adult themes, and scenes of violence. It is intended for mature readers only. Reader discretion is advised.

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Damian's smile froze on his lips. He silently watched her for a moment before smiling slightly again. "Of course you can use it." He said, then glanced at Mr. Smith, lightly reminding him, "Miss Carter's husband returns tomorrow. Be gentle with her. We don't want any marital strife."

He knew everything, including that Ryan would be back tomorrow. He had specifically chosen today to humiliate her, leaving a flaw to tempt her into a desperate struggle, only to watch her futile resistance, just like a cat playing with a mouse before killing it.

She would never let him win. Never!

Only when pushed to the edge do people unleash extraordinary courage, burying all their fears and cowardice to face pain and torment head-on.

She redirected her gaze to the obese man in front of her, a faint blush on her cheeks as if restraining her shyness. Softly, she asked, "Mr. Smith , can we go somewhere else? I don't want them to watch." She bit her lower lip lightly, leaning closer to his ear, "They don't pay if they watch."

The man paused, then burst into laughter, lifting her from the sofa and heading upstairs. She obediently nestled in his arms, glancing over his shoulder at Damian by the window. He was watching her, smiling slightly, raising his glass in a mock toast. She returned a contemptuous smile, telling herself to endure. All suffering would eventually pass.

Endure, no matter what comes. She would wait for his guard to drop and then defeat him, sending him back to hell.

As night deepened, the darkness embraced all filth and depravity, indifferently observing the twisted faces and entangled bodies as the revelry continued.

Emily burst from the room, rushing to the sink. She repeatedly rinsed her mouth and scrubbed her lips, but the nauseating salty taste remained. She couldn't stop retching, but having eaten nothing, her body convulsed, producing only tears.

When she lifted her head, she saw Damian in the mirror.

He leaned against the wall, his eyes indifferent but his lips curled in a mocking smile. "What? Did you use your mouth this time? Quite unexpected. Miss Carter is quite talented." His gaze traveled up and down her still-intact clothing, and he sighed, "To escape a sadist unscathed, Miss Carter does have some skills."

She stared at his reflection, straightening slowly. Wiping her tears and saliva from her face, her expression turned as cold as his. "Damian Blackwood, even killing someone has its limits. "

He nodded slowly. "Yes, which is why I won't kill you. It's too simple."

She glared at him, her eyes fierce like a wolf's. After a long moment, she turned, stepping toward him. Under his watchful eyes, she reached for his tie, pulling him down to meet her gaze. "Damian Blackwood, four years ago, you pretended to be dead in front of my car. I stopped to help you, and you tried to kill me to silence me. I killed your brother in self-defense. I owe you nothing."

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Are you reasoning with me?"

"No, because reasoning with a beast is pointless. I'm telling you..." She smiled mockingly, rising on tiptoe and moving closer. Just as his brows furrowed, she pressed her lips to his.

The move was so unexpected, he froze. Seconds later, he remembered to push her away, but she clung tightly to his tie, her other hand gripping his neck, pressing her body against his like glue.

She kissed him fiercely, her tongue forcefully invading his mouth.

For a moment, he was flustered, his hands gripping her shoulders to yank her away, shoving her back angrily. "Are you crazy?"

"Crazy? I'm not crazy." She leaned weakly against the sink, her seductive body enticing as she licked her lips, savoring the taste.

The sight was so provocative that even he, usually calm and composed, felt a stir of arousal. Irritated, he sneered, "What? Trying to seduce me?"

"Seduce you? Oh no, I'd rather seduce a dog." She smirked at him mockingly. "I just wanted you to taste that man's flavor. How does it taste?"

Damian froze, then his eyes filled with murderous intent. She couldn't even see his movement before he pressed a gun to her forehead.

"You want to die, don't you?" His voice was cold and threatening.

With the gun to her head, she showed no fear. "Shoot, Damian Blackwood. If you have any guts, kill me with one shot."

The anger in his eyes brewed like a storm. He stared at her, his finger slowly unlocking the safety catch. Just when she thought he would shoot her, he unexpectedly calmed down. The rage faded from his eyes, replaced by cold indifference. He suddenly smiled and asked, "You want to provoke me into killing you, so it all ends, right?"

The fleeting look of disappointment in her eyes betrayed her thoughts, but she refused to show weakness. Biting her lip, she sneered back, "You still haven't told me how it tasted. If I'd known you were waiting here, I would have kept some of his c*m in my mouth just for you. "

He wasn't angered by her provocation. A dangerous smile appeared on his lips. After silently watching her for a moment, he suddenly grabbed her hair and dragged her into the hallway. He kicked open a door and threw her inside. In the room, a half-dressed couple was passionately entwined, the man just about to enter her. Suddenly interrupted, his rage flared, and he was ready to curse out loud. But upon seeing Damian Blackwood at the door, he froze. "Mr. Blackwood?"

"Get out! Get out!" Damian gestured toward the door with his gun.

Terrified by the gun, the couple scrambled out. Damian kicked the door shut, pulled Emily up, and pressed the gun to her forehead. "Not afraid of death, huh? Let's see how fearless you really are." He unlocked the safety catch and coldly ordered, "Kneel!"

She didn't move, glaring at him defiantly.

He laughed in anger, his smile cold and mocking. "What? Do I need to bring your parents here too?"

Her body stiffened, her eyes locked onto his, teeth clenched tightly. After a long pause, she slowly bent her knees until she knelt at his feet.

He smiled faintly, his voice cold and merciless, like it came from the depths of hell, devoid of any warmth. "If you dare provoke me, you must bear the consequences.Come here. I want to personally test your skills, Miss Carter. Let's see if your oral techniques are as impressive as I've heard. "

She bit her lip, enduring the humiliation, which made him feel both satisfied and inexplicably aroused. He stood there, looking down at her with narrowed eyes, his hand slowly sliding down her smooth cheek, finally resting on her chin. He lifted her face, forcing her to reveal her teeth, and softly threatened, "Make sure those pretty teeth of yours don't get you into trouble."

Her entire body was trembling, tears welling up in her eyes, and her lips quivered uncontrollably. He almost thought she would break down and cry, but she stubbornly bit her lip and forced her eyes open, fighting back the tears.

He chuckled softly and asked, "You hate me, don't you? Emily, remember, this is just a small lesson. Don't try to provoke me again."

She didn't respond, slowly closing her eyes. When his c**k was enveloped by her mouth, Damian's body shuddered uncontrollably, almost letting out a groan.

It was a strange sensation, seeing the woman he despised, who was once proud and glamorous, now kneeling at his feet in humiliation, filled with resentment as she sucked his c**k. This woman excited him far more than any other could.

He grabbed her head and came forcefully in her mouth, ignoring her choking and gagging, holding her cheeks firmly and rasping, "Don't spit it out. Swallow."

"Remember, this is my taste," he added.

She struggled, making broken whimpering sounds, her eyes glaring at him with such intensity that if looks could kill, he would be riddled with holes. But her defiance only excited him more, his blood felt like it was on fire, and the desire to dominate her grew stronger.

He pulled her closer, whispering harshly, "Lick my c**k clean!"

Her eyes burned with hatred, but she was forced to comply, her warm, wet lips attending to him. Almost instantly, the desire surged back, and he lost all sense of reason. Tossing the gun aside, he pushed her down onto the bed.

Emily struggled desperately, "Don't touch me!"

He pinned her wrists above her head, leaning back slightly to look at her, asking, "Why? Because your husband will notice? Afraid of leaving marks?"

She didn't answer, turning her head away as tears finally escaped.

He laughed coldly, deliberately intensified his movements, brutally ravaging her body and leaving countless bruises on her breasts, waist, thighs, and even her back. She continued to struggle, even as he thrust himself deep inside her. Her resistance only made him more excited, driving him to use even more force as he took her, savoring the sight of her defiance and the marks he left all over her.

At this moment, Damian couldn't explain his actions. Maybe it was the alcohol dulling his senses, or perhaps the sight of the entangled bodies downstairs stirred his male hormones. Or maybe it was her earlier wild kiss that drove him over the edge. He lost control, and not only did he f**k her, but he also found an unparalleled pleasure in her.

Exhilarating and dangerous.

He wanted to break her spirit, but now he only wanted to conquer her body. As he neared climax, she somehow managed to grab the gun and point it at his chest, pulling the trigger without hesitation.

At the same moment, he ejaculated deep inside her. This sensation was completely different from when he came in her mouth, and even from every previous experience he’d ever had. His body tensed uncontrollably, his c**k buried deeply within her, continuously convulsing and releasing hot streams of c*m. The threat of death made everything more intense. His soul seemed to shuttle between hell and heaven, each wave of pleasure bringing extreme shock and delight.

He even had the thought that what he was experiencing now was exactly what Skinny Joe had gone through—an extreme ecstasy and agony, as death took away his life while granting him the ultimate pleasure.

A shot didn't follow. The safety was on, and the gun only clicked. She froze, and he swiftly disarmed her, tossing the clip aside.

The pleasure of ejaculation continued to wash over him like waves, filling him with endless euphoria. He looked down at her. She seemed unable to process what had just happened, her eyes wide with shock. The usual defiance and indifference were gone from her face, replaced by a bewildered confusion.

Almost as if possessed, he suddenly leaned down and kissed her hard. Her lips were soft and tender, slightly swollen, making them particularly elastic. They still bore traces of his semen. As he delved deeper, he tasted himself everywhere—on her lips, in her mouth, on her tongue.

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