Insatiable Desire

Chapter 9: Rabbit Ready for Slaughter

I wore a shirt underneath the jacket, which had popped open, but it left my cleavage half exposed!

What the hell! Robert was right about the buttons!

President Grayson stared intently at the beautiful sight. 

“Come back!”

I had turned to run away, but was stopped in my tracks. 

“Why are you running? Just a second ago, you had such a sincere apology. Didn’t you say you would do ‘anything’?” The president’s gaze swept playfully over me. 

I tried my best to cover the exposed area. I was dying with embarrassment, but I had caught this tiger by the tail. 

“Sorry sir, it was rude of me.”

“You have one chance to make amends. Whether or not we continue to work with you will depend on your performance.” He smiled a brief, faint smile. 

“Come!”

The president led the way briskly out of his office. I was a sorry sight as I jogged to keep up. 

“Sir, where are we going?”

“I’m giving you another chance to propose your design.”

We were driven to the as-yet unfurnished hotel. 

I was nervous the entire way and my palms were clammy. 

President Grayson sat silently beside me, motionless as a marble sculpture. When we arrived, he retrieved a briefcase from the trunk while ordering the driver to open my door. 

I found this side of him quite gentlemanly. 

The vacant, half-finished building was featureless save its windows. 

All that was left was to finalize the design and sign the contract, before our company could begin furnishing the hotel. This would involve large sums of money, hence President Walter placed great importance on this project. 

President Grayson said something to the security guard, then brought me inside the building.

I quickly pulled the documents I had prepared out of my bag as I trotted after him.

“Sir, see, the front entrance is designed to be spacious, and the halls of the 1st and 2nd floor are connected. The ceilings will feature paintings and sculptures, and the balcony on the 2nd floor will use wrought iron fences…”

“I know all that. We’re going upstairs.”

He glanced at me and slowed down a little as he noticed me struggling.

“That’s right, we don’t have elevators yet. Will taking the stairs be too much?” he asked suddenly. 

He might not be the complete douche that the rumors made him out to be, after all. 

“It’s not a problem, I just need to take it slow.”

Truth be told, it would be a challenge. My body felt heavy and it was hard to breathe, which made taking the stairs extremely uncomfortable. 

Abruptly, President Grayson turned around and held out his hand.

“Let me!”

I looked up at him with hesitation. 

“Give me your hand!”

At that moment, a beam of light happened to shine directly behind him. Under the radiant illumination, he looked like some great king from history. 

His chiseled face, handsome looks, seductive eyes, and his dominance in the world of business made it easy to fall for him. 

I placed my hand in his. 

My breathing quickened and I lost track of how many floors we climbed. All I remembered was how warm and soft his hand was. 

Finally, he led me to a window before letting me go. 

“This will be the hotel’s recreation space,” he said, facing the window. He placed the briefcase on the floor and took a deep breath. 

There was a large balcony on the 8th floor which had been designed with the recreation space in mind. It allowed guests on both higher and lower floors to enjoy the view. 

So I was on the 8th floor! No wonder I felt so tired. 

“Mr. Grayson, I recall you had several comments on the design for the 8th floor. However, the latest revised design seemed nearly perfect. If you’ve changed your mind on something, may I know why?”

He spun around to face me.

“I have no complaints. Do it according to the last plan.”

“Then… does this mean we are heading further up?”

He shook his head, eyes firmly planted on the area under my collar. 

The deep ravine of my cleavage was a male magnet, capable of attracting their attention at any given time. It seemed even the great Aaron Grayson was not immune. 

Not that I meant for this to happen. I specifically wore a jacket over this shirt because the collar was so low. The last thing I had expected was for the buttons to pop, leaving me exposed. 

His gaze grew increasingly passionate and somewhat penetrative, which made me nervous again. 

Instinctively, I took a few steps back, “Sir, perhaps I should go over the details for this floor again!”

He tossed away the documents in my hands with a sinister expression. 

What was he doing? I flew into a panic. There was no one else in the building. Was he carrying some nefarious devices in his briefcase? Had he brought me here to vent his anger?

“You came to apologize, didn’t you? Compensate me? Go on then!” His gaze grew increasingly sinister as he stepped closer and closer. 

I hugged myself protectively as I stumbled backward. 

“Mr. Grayson, how should I make it up to you? I'm just a pregnant woman…”

There was nowhere to run—I had backed myself into a wall. I could only look fearfully at him and await my fate. 

He raised a hand and aimed it at me.

Frightened, I turned my head and shut my eyes.

A few seconds passed, and nothing happened. There were only puffs of hot breath on my face and the man’s unique scent of sandalwood.

I opened my eyes to find his bewitching face inches away!

He had pressed his palm on the wall behind me, effectively trapping me. 

My legs were quivering. His breathing and his scent wreaked havoc in my mind. I forgot how to breathe as my heartbeat staccatoed. 

At present, I had been reduced to a lamb ready for slaughter. 

“What will you do to me?” I looked at him warily.

“Something that pleases me, of course! If you perform well, we can even sign the contract today.” His face was drawing closer and closer to mine. 

The tips of our noses nearly touched. 

How could this be? Betray myself for the project? I could never! What was I to do? I was on the verge of tears!

“No!” I covered my mouth, afraid he would kiss me.

He withdrew his arm and chuckled humorlessly. 

“What were you expecting? It’s not your lips I’m after!” Indeed, his gaze was aimed under my collar. 

From his point of view, everything was plainly visible. 

“Shrrk!”

My shirt was torn open and the tops of my soft twins spilled free. Flawless white skin and gentle curves peeked out from my bra. 

“President Grayson!” My eyes reddened as tears threatened to flow.

It felt like I would be devoured at any second!

That sinister, piercing gaze, especially, struck terror in me. 

“Kneel in front of the window. Keep kneeling until I’m satisfied.”

Kneel?

It was better than being molested, at least. 

I wept at the injustice. I could not understand why he was treating a pregnant woman like this! What had I done to deserve this?

For the benefit of the company, however, I tottered to the window and knelt down strenuously. 

“Closer. Press up against the window!”

There were several neighboring office buildings in sight. The people inside could surely see everything. It was too much for me and begged him for mercy. 

“Please, could I stay here? I’ll be seen if I go any closer!”

He crouched down beside me and stroked my ear.

“Don’t you want to be admired for that sexy body of yours? It would be a shame to waste it. Closer!” His face was expressionless and his voice was frigid. 

He was the very definition of a movie villain.

I was trapped. We were the only people here, and he controlled everything. My chest tightened as tears coursed down my face.

His eyes lit up when he saw me cry. His voice became excited. 

“Do it, don’t make me angry!”

With great difficulty, I shuffled closer to the window on my knees and leaned against the glass. 

My bulging stomach and exposed breasts were pressed against the cold window panes. My limbs felt stiff. My knees, barely protected by the thin panty hose, hurt as they scraped against the floor and my feet hurt from the heels I wore. 

I shut my eyes tightly. I could feel countless eyes gathered on me! Humiliation, the humiliation of having my pride crushed was painful, but I could do nothing but cry.

It hurt, physically and mentally!

“That’s a sexy butt!” He sounded satisfied. 

A pair of large hands dipped beneath my skirt and slid upward. The layer of pantyhose in between gave rise to a unique sensation that made me shiver. His movements were confident and I squirmed against my will. 

My breasts were now flattened, rubbing against the cold glass. The alternating hot and cold sensations tantalized my senses. 

“Ah~” I cried out. 

My body was feeling something, despite the humiliation. I was engulfed by a rush of heat. 

It felt like my entire body was vibrating. “No more…” My voice was similarly unsteady. 

President Grayson noticed the change in my body and it excited him. 

“You’re telling me ‘no’ but your body… your body’s clearly saying yes! Slut, is this how you seduce men?” he sneered, and landed a powerful slap on my buttcheek. 

My body lurched forward, crushing my breasts against the window and stimulating my n*****s. The unique cocktail of sensations was intoxicating but I could not give in to it! 

My body was throbbing and my swollen breasts were experiencing the most intense sensations. The soreness from having them crushed felt addictive. 

“I don’t… I’m not…” I sobbed even harder. 

Everything hurt, all over my body. My feet had gone completely numb and my knees were on fire! I was unable to kneel for much longer. My body swayed, as if I would fall over if I even lost focus for a moment. 

“Exquisite! Ciara, you’re like a drug!”

President Grayson’s fingers traced a path from my ankle towards my thighs. Through the pantyhose, I felt it as a faint, ethereal warmth.