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.

me with this?" I asked, removing my foot from

edge. I squeezed his cock tight. He writhed and cursed at me, as if his insults could free him

banana I had for breakfast was bigger than this," I

groans filled the room. A mix of pain and shame painted his face bright red, his

see blood under my nails-such a fascinating

your punishment," I said coldly. "Enjoy the pain,

him, I stepped back, glaring at his pitiful state. Even now, he was

my bodyguard, raising my

hesitated, stepping back before handing it over. His disgust mirrored my own, and

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

laughed at my remark, though they all knew better than to think this was just

swirl away the blood. It felt almost therapeutic, as

I stepped out, that idiot

Share the joy of

just like every other whore out there!"

really? That's the best insult you've got?" I chuckled mockingly as I walked toward him. My

you. I'll just make sure

I pulled the trigger.

screams echoed through the room,

it. I should've

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

have a brain if he doesn't know how to use

aren't you going

mess," I cut

situations like this thanks to Haze's 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

was enough to keep anyone from daring to interrupt me as

later, I reached the