Scarlet Enchantment

Chapter 10

Emily didn't care about Damian's sarcastic remarks. After suffering such harm and humiliation, these harmless words had no effect on her. It was like being whipped and tortured by an enemy every other day—who would care about a couple of mosquito bites?

She held the door, coldly staring at him with no intention of letting him in.

Damian smiled, pushing her aside without any courtesy and walking straight into the room. Seeing that she didn't follow, he chuckled and asked, "Ms. Carter, don't you think it’s better to have this conversation with the door closed?"

She didn't respond, but it was evident she took a deep breath before closing the door with pursed lips.

He loved seeing her repressed anger and frustration. With a smirk, he looked her up and down, his eyes shamelessly wandering from her face, down her neck, to her breast, and waist. She was dressed modestly in a black turtleneck and light blue jeans, covering almost every inch of her skin except her face and hands.

He knew exactly why she dressed like that, and the thought of it made him feel a twisted pleasure.

Emily, however, felt disgusted by his lecherous gaze, especially after he had intentionally left those marks on her body the previous day. She told herself not to provoke this scumbag and, suppressing her nausea, asked indifferently, "Mr. Blackwood, what do you want?"

"I came to check on you." He glanced around the room, pausing briefly on the TV, which was playing a famous romance film he had heard of. Leaning against the dresser, he chuckled, "I didn’t expect you’d still be interested in watching romance films."

Emily hadn’t been watching TV at all; it was just a distraction. "What do you think I should be doing? Hanging myself? Crying my eyes out?"

He smiled, ignoring her insolence, and changed the topic, "You’ve taken three days off. Is that enough?"

She was stunned by his question, not understanding his meaning.

His gaze swept across her breast, and with a slow smirk, he explained, "I don't think the marks on your body will fade in three days. It usually takes at least a week. What will you tell your husband then? Hmm?"

"I’ll come up with another excuse and keep lying," Emily replied, her expression calm and indifferent. "Does that satisfy you?"

Her nonchalant demeanor irritated him. Damian’s smile faded, but quickly returned with a cold sneer, "And what if you get marked again? Will you keep lying and avoid your husband forever?"

Emily was infuriated. She didn't understand what this beast wanted or how to deal with him. Pleading didn’t work, showing toughness was futile, and even staying calm didn't satisfy him. She couldn’t help but ask, "Marked again? Will it be you or your men this time? Mr. Blackwood, don’t you find playing the same game repeatedly boring?"

He didn’t respond, but his lips tightened, and his eyes grew cold.

Emily knew provoking him was wrong, but seeing his reaction brought her a sense of satisfaction. Still, she dared not say more, merely pursing her lips and lowering her gaze.

The room fell silent except for the sound of the TV. Suddenly, a phone rang from under the bed. Emily was startled, nearly jumping up. Who could be calling her new, secret number?

Damian looked surprised too and raised an eyebrow, "Why is your phone under the bed?"

Now, she had no choice but to remain calm. "I must have accidentally kicked it under there while changing clothes."

"Oh?" Damian narrowed his eyes. "Well, you’d better get it quickly before the call ends."

Since he was already suspicious, she had to retrieve the phone in his presence. Emily bit her lip and moved towards the bed, praying he wouldn’t notice anything unusual about the phone.

She walked over, knelt on the carpet, and reached under the bed, slowly feeling for her phone.

In this position, she was kneeling by the bed, her hips raised, back arched, presenting a tempting sight. Her black sweater rode up as she stretched her arm, revealing a strip of smooth, pale skin on her waist. It was already enticing, but even more so with the clear purple marks from his fingers, left there when he f****d her hard last night.

Damian was mesmerized, slowly approaching her from behind without making a sound.

Emily, focused on retrieving the phone, didn’t notice him until she stood up abruptly, colliding with his chin.

The impact was heavy, catching him off guard and making him grunt as he stumbled back, rubbing his jaw. Emily also cried out in pain, falling forward onto the bed, her head cradled in her hands as she looked back at him with tear-filled eyes.

They stared at each other, the atmosphere awkwardly tense.

The phone finally stopped ringing. Regaining her composure, Emily decided to take a risk, tossing the phone at Damian and snapping, "If you want to see it, just take it. Stop sneaking up on people like a thief!"

He snatched the phone into his hand but didn't look at it. Instead, he kept staring at her. He remembered the mind-blowing orgasm from the last time he f****d her and now just wanted to pin her down and f**k her hard.

Initially worried about him discovering the phone’s secrets, Emily soon realized his gaze was filled with a different kind of desire. She backed away towards the window, her voice sharp, "Damian Blackwood, have some decency. Stop seeking revenge on women’s bodies!"

His expression shifted, and after a moment, he looked at her with an unreadable intensity. "Do you really think you’re that irresistible?"

With that, he tossed the phone back to her and left.

Emily stood there in disbelief until his footsteps faded down the corridor. She rushed to lock the door, then turned off her new phone and sank onto the bed, letting out a long sigh of relief.

Outside the hotel, Kevin saw Damian emerge and quickly opened the car door for him. "Mr. Blackwood."

Damian’s face was dark with anger as he got into the car, "Drive."

Kevin glanced at him through the rearview mirror, noticing his boss’s fury. "Did she cause trouble again?"

Damian didn’t answer immediately. After a moment, he coldly ordered, "Call Johnson and get me the most beautiful woman she has."

Ms. Johnson, the top madam at Eternal Bliss Club, managed countless beauties. If she said a woman was the most beautiful, it was undoubtedly true. She personally drove the girl to Damian Blackwood's apartment, earnestly instructing her subordinate, "This is the first time Mr. Blackwood has actively requested someone. This is extraordinary. Remember, as long as you serve him well, not only will you benefit in the future, but even I, Ms. Johnson, will also gain some favor."

The skilled hostess giggled, her voice sweet, "Oh, Ms. Johnson, you're making me nervous."

"Nervous is good, the tighter, the better. Make sure you're tight inside and out, so he can't pull his c**k out!"Johnson gave her a light slap on the cheek for encouragement. "Go on! I'll be waiting in the car. If you can keep me waiting all night, then you've really got skills!"

As she was about to get out of the car, the hostess suddenly asked, "Ms.Johnson, you never told me what type Mr. Blackwood likes!"

This question stumped Johnson. "I really don't know. Mr. Blackwood wasn't interested in women for years. It's only recently he's shown any interest. Who knows what he likes! You'll have to figure it out yourself. Start slow, then get wild, and if you can chat with him, connect on a deeper level."

But Johnson miscalculated. When the door opened, Damian Blackwood, wearing a bathrobe, looked at the beauty outside with an indifferent expression. After making her nervous under his cold gaze, he said, "Go take a shower."

The beauty didn't get to use any of her prepared lines. Scared by his cold demeanor, she obediently went to the bathroom and quickly washed up. When she came out, the handsome yet cold man was sitting on the sofa. She cautiously approached him, timidly calling out, "Mr. Blackwood?"

He looked her over coldly, then silently stood up, pulling her down in front of him, making her kneel in a position that pleased him. The beauty, experienced as she was, quickly adjusted her body to his rough handling, doing her best to please the man behind her.

But Damian Blackwood wasn't satisfied. No matter how wild and rough he was, he couldn't release the inexplicable fire burning inside him. Yes, the woman before him was beautiful, with a great body, but he just wasn't satisfied. Her waist wasn't slim enough, her hips not soft enough—not like that woman, not as good as her.

The woman in front of him moaned exaggeratedly, looking back at him.

"Turn your head back!" he growled, grabbing her neck and forcing her face down into the bed. Still dissatisfied, he yanked the sheet over her head.

But she still wasn't her. She wouldn't be so obedient. She would struggle, fight back, like a wild cat, fierce as a wolf, just like last night. Even after he came inside her, she bit his lip hard.

Johnson's car waited downstairs. She hoped she could wait all night, but after just half a pack of cigarettes, her top hostess came running out. The girl jumped into the car, almost crying, "Ms. Johnson, Mr. Blackwood is a pervert."

Johnson was shocked, quickly looking around before hissing, "Are you crazy?"

The beauty had now turned into a tearful mess, trembling as she recounted to Ms. Johnson what happened upstairs. She said fearfully, "I was so scared he might strangle me again or smother me with the sheets. He wouldn't let me turn around, show my face, or make a sound. He just kept f*****g me hard, almost breaking my back. When he was done, he immediately told me to get out."

Even experienced Johnson was at a loss. After thinking for a while, she secretly called Kevin, asking, "Kevin, what’s going on? What didn't my girl do right? Please tell me so I can learn from it."

As Damian's bodyguard, Kevin lived in the same building. He had seen the beauty leave crying, so he was already puzzled. Hearing Johnson, he understood. He hung up, hesitated, then knocked on Damian's door.

Damian had taken another shower and was sitting on the sofa reading an English magazine, his expression calm and cold.

Kevin poked his head in, cautiously asking, "Mr. Blackwood, was the woman not to your liking? Should I find someone more like a good housewife?"

Damian glanced at him, coldly replying with a single word, "Get out."

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