Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 93: Five Years Later

Five years later...

People just don't know their limits, do they? I communicate my needs and wants politely, yet some still insist on crossing the line I drew.

Infuriating.

"P-Please stop!" screamed the man in front of me, his face twisted in agony. "F-Fucking stop!"

I'd booked this room at this expensive hotel and even ordered some toys and handcuffs for my own enjoyment. But I quickly realized that those toys could serve... alternative purposes. It was such a joy seeing him squirm beneath me, his hands and feet tied securely to the corners of the bed.

I felt invincible-his feeble little self, nothing more than a toy for me to play with.

"W-What are you doing? P-Please, no! Ahhh!"

No matter how many times he pleaded, I wasn't stopping. His screams, his desperate pleas-they fueled me. They made me feel powerful.

The man's name was Henry-a handsome guy I'd met at the bar. He looked like someone I could toy with, so I brought him back to my room.

I'd proposed a deal: he could pleasure me with the toys I had, and in exchange, I'd give him a handjob. He agreed without hesitation.

But, of course, he had other plans. Plans I saw through instantly.

"Why would I stop?" I asked, mocking him. "You said you wanted to be pleasured, didn't you? That's why you tried to shove your dick inside me."

I enjoy being pleasured, sure-but only with toys. It's pathetic doing it alone sometimes, so I'd wanted a partner to help. But I'd made it clear that no one was allowed to actually fuck me. Ever. And this man dared to cross the line.

"You're not enjoying this?" I sneered, pressing my foot down on his manhood again. "I can barely feel it. How disappointing."

I laughed hysterically as I toyed with him, moving my foot over his tiny cock. Turns out, his bravado was bigger than anything else about him.

with this?" I asked, removing my foot from

cock tight. He writhed

I had for breakfast was bigger than

and down, his pathetic moans and groans filled the room. A

could see blood under my nails-such a

I said

at his pitiful state. Even now,

turned to my bodyguard, raising my

them hesitated, stepping back before handing it over. His disgust mirrored my own, and I couldn't

paused. "Wait. Let me wash my hands first. I wouldn't want my gun

knew better than to think this

washed my hands, watching the water swirl away the blood.

I stepped out, that idiot Henry was

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like every other whore out there!"

really? That's the best insult you've got?" I chuckled mockingly as I walked toward him. My gun felt heavy in my hand, almost

I'm not going to kill you. I'll just make

I pulled the trigger.

room, blood splattering everywhere-even

I should've

ignoring the blood staining my shirt and face. All I wanted now was to head back to the hideout and

does he even have a brain if he doesn't know

you going

mess," I cut off my

help, but I won't bother with that right now. I'm not in the mood to put on a fake smile for people. "And tell him that if he even thinks of running his mouth, I'll kill

to keep anyone from daring

I reached the