The Agony of Plunder

"It's so hot... so very hot..." Avery Miller twisted on the large bed, her slender and graceful body struggling, her delicate hands tearing at her clothes like ivory sculptures.

Ethan Montgomery, having spent the day in meetings, showed a hint of fatigue between his handsome brows. 

Upon returning to his office and entering the resting room, he found Avery Miller on his bed. 

Her exposed fragrant shoulders and evenly toned legs writhed restlessly.

"Avery Miller?" The man standing before the bed had deep, abyss-like eyes and thin lips pressed tightly together, revealing no hint of his emotions.

"Mm... I'm hot... so very hot..." 

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed at the enchanting figure on the bed. 

A slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips, his deep, ink-like eyes flickering with complex emotions. 

His breathing grew more rapid, his body heating up in response.

"You brought this upon yourself!"

His voice was incredibly hoarse, laden with temptation. 

With a swift movement, he tore apart Avery's white gauze dress, leaving it in tatters. 

He kissed her lips, his body trembling; she tasted divine, dreamy, just like he remembered – panicked, helpless, yet unwilling to part.

But now, he was in no rush. 

He had plenty of time to savor his prey beneath him, slowly, bit by bit, absorbing all of her beauty.

Ethan pulled off Avery's bra and rubbed Avery's breasts with one hand, while taking Avery's nipples in his mouth, teasing them with his tongue, sucking or biting them.

Avery bit her lower lip and tried to hold back the pleasure, Ethan put his hand into Avery's panties and rubbed his middle finger against Avery's pussy lips, making Avery blush with pleasure.

Ethan smiled and said, "Still hot?"

Avery's eyes were mesmerized, dominated by desire, and she said, "Hot, I'm so hot."

Ethan picked out a trace of her love juice from Avery's pussy lips and laughed: "There's so much water, you still can't put out your fire, right?"

Ethan pulled Avery's panties off, and then he pressed his mouth against Avery's pussy lips, sucking hard, and forcing his tongue into Avery's vagina, flipping Avery's pussy core.

Avery's love juices were pouring out, Ethan took a deep breath and poured it back into Avery's mouth. 

Ethan forced Avery to eat all her love juices, and his tongue even pushed into Avery's mouth, teasing Avery's tongue, and even exchanging saliva with each other.

Ethan sucks Avery's tongue into his mouth and teases her, while his hands play with Avery's youthful body with all sorts of flirtatious techniques. 

Avery slowly succumbs to Ethan's skillful methods, and it seems that the foreplay is almost over.

Ethan removes his clothes and reveals his rock hard cock.

The inexperienced Avery looks at it in a daze of confusion, freezing for a few seconds before reacting to what the huge thing in front of her is, wanting to avoid it, and then wanting to get closer as the drug takes hold of her.

No, no! What was happening to her?

Avery couldn't hold out any longer, feeling that the huge thing in front of her was her fire extinguisher, her eyes full of longing.

"Is my cock big?" Ethan asked Avery, and just by looking at Avery's reaction, Ethan already knew the answer.

Ethan smiled triumphantly, spread Avery's legs wide and pressed his cock against Avery's pussy lips.

Avery, who still had a shred of sanity left, kept twisting her body because she knew that as soon as Ethan's penis was pushed in, her precious virginity would be gone, so she had to struggle desperately.

Ethan roughly pulled Avery's legs apart and put one of her legs on his shoulder to facilitate his deeper penetration, Avery shed tears of resignation, the moment to break her virginity had finally arrived.

Ethan's cock was thrust roughly into Avery's vagina, first piercing her hymen and then thrusting deep inside her, Avery screamed in pain.

Ethan kept thrusting again and again until Ethan's penis was inserted into the end of Avery's vagina, the glans was rubbing gently on Avery's stamen, Avery no longer had the pain that tore her heart out, instead of the pleasure that was like an electric shock, like ants biting and stretching away.

Avery's pussy became even wetter as Ethan repeated his thrusts with eight shallow and two deep strokes, love juices mixed with virgin blood flowed out of her vaginal opening and landed on the bed sheets.

Avery's vagina is very tight, with each thrust, Ethan's penis and Avery's flesh wall bring strong friction.

Ethan's glans was thrusting lightly and heavily into Avery's pussy, and Avery's initial resistance had changed to twisting her body to meet Ethan's thrusts, and Avery's moans were ringing in her ears, bringing Ethan the pleasure of conquest.

Ethan's hands changed to hold Avery's breasts tightly and rubbed them vigorously until Avery's breasts were covered with Ethan's fingerprints.

Ethan asked Avery, "Did I fuck you good?"

Avery's face flushed red and her heart chagrined: 'How humiliating, this beast is raping me and I'm so excited?'

Ethan saw through Avery's thoughts and said with a smile, "Do you want me to stop or continue?"

Avery suddenly came to her senses and said, "No, stop."

Ethan didn't allow Avery to talk, and his cock accelerated until Avery's body shuddered and her pussy contracted, and the experienced Ethan realized that Avery was leaking.

Avery's lustful water spilled from the center of her pussy onto Ethan's glans, and her pussy flesh kept squeezing, jamming Ethan's cock in and out.

Ethan stops and enjoys himself until Avery's orgasm subsides, then he pulls his cock out of Avery's pussy.

Ethan adjusted Avery to a kneeling position and then his cock eagerly penetrated Avery's pussy again, the eight inch long cock reaching the end of Avery's pussy in one go.

Ethan's hands rubbed Avery's breasts from behind and his hips thrust hard and fast, Avery let out a lovely gasp as the two of them joined deeply as one.

---

The next day

Sunlight spilled across the neatly arranged bookshelves, and a gentle breeze wafted through the open window.

On the large white bed, the woman turned over gently, the blanket sliding off her captivating figure. 

Feeling the chill, she reached for the blanket, only to discover fresh red marks on her smooth, fair skin. 

The sharp pain below made her heart skip a beat. As she rose, her gaze fell on the fresh red stain on the bed, causing a sharp sting in her eyes.

"Ah—"

Upon hearing her voice, Ethan Montgomery emerged from the bathroom, his body loosely wrapped in a towel, exuding a potent, masculine allure.

His brooding gaze landed on her with profound intent, his breathing momentarily stilled, his chest heaving unevenly.

Avery Miller, hearing the movement, lifted her head to look at him.

Ethan took a step forward, startling Avery, who quickly retreated several steps, crying out, "Don't, don't come closer!"

She was like a terrified, injured rabbit, fearing the wolf before her might swallow her whole.

"Don't come closer? Avery Miller, look clearly. It was you who rushed to my bed, impatient. Now playing innocent? It's too late!"

Avery Miller? This man, he knows her?

After speaking, he ripped off the only piece of cloth on him, revealing a scene both shy and wicked. 

Avery's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly turned her head away. 

Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed down her face, the taste in her mouth a mix of bitter and salty.

While shrinking back, she pleaded continuously, "Please, I beg you, don't, don't..."

"Don't? Weren't you enjoying it last night? Let me satisfy you again. Why don't you want it now?" A mocking smile played on the man's lips as he bent down, capturing her lips with a punishing grip.

Tasting her sweet softness, Ethan Montgomery, out of control, yearned for more, his actions wild and domineering.

Avery's lips were sealed by his, tears sliding down from her eyes.

"Please..."

"Beg me? It's too late."

Ethan's cold, mocking tone echoed as he effortlessly pinned her struggling body, leaning close to her terrified face with a cold laugh, and said in a tone full of innuendo, "Begging me should not be like this. Let me teach you how to beg."

His voice, like that of a devil, filled Avery with unease, making her want to push him away, yet feeling utterly powerless.

He pressed his body against her, his eyes undeniably filled with desire.

Avery Miller was petrified by his demeanor, her body immobilized in his firm grasp.

Ethan Montgomery leaned down, biting her neck, only releasing when he heard her cry of pain. 

His lips lingered tenderly on the spot he had marked with a trace of blood, the kiss both passionate and lingering.

His domineering yet gentle actions made her shiver uncontrollably.

"Don't, please..."

"Still pretending?" Ethan Montgomery gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Avery's body trembled violently, her eyes reddening with fear as she gazed at the man before her, imperial and terrifying.

"Who... who are you?" Avery gathered her courage, her voice still trembling.

She remembered her father asking her to find a Mr. Montgomery to collect some money. 

Why had everything suddenly changed like this?

"Who I am, don't you know?" Ethan Montgomery scoffed, pressing down on her with his weight.

The heavy burden, like a massive stone, overwhelmed Avery's frail body. 

The pressure made it hard for her to breathe, her face turning red, her breathing rapid.

"Get off me! I don't know you! If you continue to treat me this way, I will never forgive you!"

"Oh?" Ethan Montgomery chuckled with interest, "Tell me, how will you not forgive me?"

Avery's newfound courage was shattered by his casual dismissal, her threat ignored. 

She felt an overwhelming sense of injustice, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Why are you crying? I haven't even started yet!" The man extended his hand, roughly and without pity, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

Avery Miller felt utterly humiliated, defiantly turning her head away, refusing to let him touch her.

Ethan Montgomery's hand paused in mid-air, his expression turning icy in a matter of seconds.

He grabbed her neck and lifted her up. "Feeling aggrieved? Don't worry, there are more thrilling positions to come. Would you like to experience them firsthand?"

Avery's cheeks flushed with mortification at his blatant words. She tried to push him away, but her hands were easily caught and tied behind her back.

"Isn't this exhilarating? Isn't this what you wanted? I'll give it all to you." He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. 

Avery Miller sat atop him.

Biting her lip, she let out a muffled groan, involuntary tremors and low moans escaping her lips with his rough movements.

He lowered his head, his seductive eyes slightly closing as he kissed her, starting from her delicate neck down to her slender chin.

His kisses, intense and unrelenting, drowned out her helpless pleas, leaving no room for mercy as he claimed her once more...

Tears flowed silently and unchecked...

Who would tell her why, while others her age lived beautiful, simple lives, she had to endure such humiliation and torment by a man after already suffering a family tragedy?

---

"CEO Montgomery, I can forgo the ten million, but all I wish is for my daughter's happiness..."

Standing respectfully in front of the mahogany desk outside the checkered bookshelf was a middle-aged man, his hair turned white overnight. Before him sat a man of stunning beauty, inciting both admiration and envy.

Ethan Montgomery sat casually, his long legs carelessly crossed, his hands resting on his knees, playing with the ring on his left pinky. 

Leaning back in the leather chair, his deep eyes arrogantly fixed on the man before him, he spoke with audacious confidence, "What right do you have to negotiate terms with me now?"

"CEO Montgomery..." The middle-aged man standing before the desk was visibly distressed, his forehead dotted with sweat.

He had once heard that CEO Montgomery inquired about his daughter, leading him to believe that Montgomery harbored intentions toward Avery, thus orchestrating this scheme. 

Little did he know that Montgomery would take everything and then turn his back on them.

Avery Miller, disturbed by the voices outside, awoke from her sleep, squinting against the glaring sunlight. 

She lifted her slender hand to shield her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling weakly, only to find her hand devoid of strength. 

The aching soreness throughout her body was a cruel testament to the previous day's horrors.

Memories came flooding back; she remembered the man, devil-like, who had tormented her for a day and two nights. 

Her body still ached, feeling as if it had been torn apart like a rag doll. 

She gently wrapped her arms around her bare body, burying her head in her bruised knees, softly crying with her lower lip tightly clenched between her teeth.

She recognized the voice of the middle-aged man outside. 

So, this was all a trap he had set, and she, foolishly feeling sorry for him, had believed he always had her best interests at heart. 

She had thought he cared for her as much as she cared for him. 

But in reality, he pushed her into the fire, delivering her to such a man's torment, while righteously claiming his wish for her happiness!

Oh, the irony – this was her father, the man she had been so proud of all her life, the man she believed loved her more than anyone in the world. 

The same father who, for his mistress, committed embezzlement and drove his respectful wife to suicide. 

For ten million, he had let his own daughter fall into the trap he had so carefully laid out for her.

Ha, her dear father, indeed the best father in the whole world!

Avery Miller's laughter was hauntingly beautiful, yet her eyes, unnoticed, became wet with tears.

From behind the checkered bookshelf, soft sobs were heard. Ethan Montgomery's handsome brows furrowed slightly, his face losing a bit of its arrogance. 

His deep black eyes grew more intense, the fingers that spun the ring on his left pinky applying more pressure.

The air in the room turned exceptionally still. 

David Miller, with his head slightly bowed, eyed the thick stack of cash on the desk, his heart laden with a thousand guilts towards his daughter.

"You may leave; I'll take care of her," Ethan Montgomery said, his thin lips barely moving, his gaze deep and unreadable. 

His words, casual as if he were merely taking in a stray cat from the street.

Granted David Miller a sense of imperial pardon. 

Gratefully, David kept thanking him, clutching the stack of cash from the desk. 

He bowed several times before exiting the office, murmuring thanks as he closed the door behind him.

In the office, silence pervaded the space, broken only by the vast sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the entire room. 

Ethan Montgomery's fingers continued to twirl the ring on his little finger, his deep eyes seemingly lost in thought or memory, his lips pressed together as if waiting, or recalling something.

Time trickled away slowly. 

His silence, mingled with the soft sobs from behind the bookshelf, created a melancholic, haunting melody.