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 his

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

do you know? A banana I had for breakfast was

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

see blood under my nails-such a fascinating

punishment," I said coldly.

pitiful state. Even now, he was

bodyguard, raising my

handing it over. His disgust mirrored my own, and I couldn't help but chuckle

wash my hands first. I wouldn't want my gun to smell

guards laughed at my remark, though they all knew better than to

and washed my hands, watching the water swirl away the blood. It felt almost therapeutic, as if the anger and disgust

stepped out, that idiot Henry

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just like every other whore out there!" he yelled, venom dripping from his

best insult you've got?" I chuckled mockingly as I walked toward him. My gun felt heavy in my

going to kill you. I'll just make sure

I pulled the trigger.

through the room, blood splattering everywhere-even

it. I

shirt and face. All I wanted now was to head

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

aren't you

I

the mood to put on a fake smile for people. "And tell him that if he

anyone from daring to interrupt me as I walked

I reached the