His shirt

"Sara's point of view,"

How could he do this to me?

Now, I'm sure he wasn't a human but a monster. How could he have spread his disgusting sperm all over my body? What did he think of himself?

Money can not buy everything.

He must show me some adequate.

I slammed the door to his room and stormed out in a fit of rage. I used his shirt to cover my body because I couldn't find anything to protect me from his lustful gaze.

Where should I go now? I have no idea about his house. Unfortunately, I didn't see a housekeeper in his home, but if there are any other people here, I will ask for their help to rescue me.

"Where are you going, Miss Grace?" I must flee immediately from this lustful beast before he discovers me.

I want to go to bed since I'm so exhausted already.

I hurried into a room to get away from him. After locking it inside, I looked around the room.

As I take a look inside of the room, I find soft glow from the lights around the room filled it in. Moonlight came in through the large windows, casting silvery beams on the marble floors and off of the crystal chandelier hanging above.

"Humm, so this monster lives in this beautiful house." Everything in the space reflects his opulence.

A polished ebony coffee table and leather sofas created a cozy atmosphere with a hint of elegance in every element.

However, his opulent lifestyle did not appeal to me. I wanted a good night's sleep.

In the middle of the space, a king-sized bed catches my attention.

But hold on, I can't sleep like this. I must first wash myself. I need to take a bath to remove the marks that the monster left on my body. I looked around for a restroom, and fortunately, there was one attached, so I didn't have to open the door to my room.

Is it a washroom or what?

This opulent bathroom makes my whole flat look cramped.

Much like the fictional billionaire in cheesy romance books, he is a filthy, rich spoiled monster.

However, they were not like him; at the very least, they were gentle with women. Additionally, they refrained from releasing their sperm over their women.

I stormed into the jacuzzi in front of me and aggressively threw off his clothes in the bathroom corner. I got out of the tub after the vigorous stroking had satisfied me.

Oh crap, I have nothing to wear. I used a clean, soft white towel to wipe off my body, and then I looked in the restroom mirror to see my reflection.

What he did to my body—oh no.

I believed that I had freed my body from his dirty touch, but when I saw the blue marks all over it, I realized that my efforts to do so had been futile. In addition to stealing my independence, he also stole my first kiss, and he didn't even stop there. He also took my virginity.

How dare he steal my virginity?

But when he was robbing you, why didn't you stop him? My subconscious questioned me.

Oh, I wasn't aware that a tied person could save herself from that monster. What happened a few moments ago, or, should I say, a few hours ago is now making me angry.

I believe I was the first woman to endure a continuous four-hour rape at the hands of this monster.

So you're not having fun with him? So why did you kiss him? I was asking myself questions as I stood in front of the mirror, trying to recall the things that had happened between us.

I didn't kiss him because his actions made me feel hot, leaving me with no choice but to suck his lips to satiate my thirst.

So you enjoy his kiss?

shut up.

I felt my swollen lips and thought about how hard his lips had been.

However, when he softly caressed my lips, I felt an odd sort of relief. And his body? He didn't look bad at all. All glitters are not gold.

Even if he's charming and wealthy, I'm not the type of woman who becomes enamored with a man solely because of his money and charm. The most crucial factor, in my opinion, is emotional connectivity.

Do you not like his big cock? I saw myself blushing as I thought back to his hard dick. I've never seen a dick this large before.

hold on? Before now, I had never seen a dick.

If I've ever seen a naked man before, he's the first.

I attempted to stop the strange thoughts from racing through my mind by closing my eyes, but as soon as I did so, I felt the same sensation as if his dick were inside of me.

Oh, the agony between my legs has returned; it was the same sensation I endured when he entered my body. I bowed my head to examine my aching vagina.

Oh god, what did he do to me? I looked down to see a cut at my vaginal opening. I've got to put some cream on it. I looked over and saw that the bathroom had a first-aid box.

After seeing a cabinet there, I decided to search for clothing for myself so I could cover my body.

Shit, I think this is a monster's bedroom. because the cupboard is filled with men's clothes. All I can do is wrap his shirt over my body once more.

Why am I not required to try on his fashionable shirts if I am expected to dress formally in them?

One of his blue and white checkered shirts was the one I ended up wearing after trying on six or seven others.

I took my hair off the towel in an attempt to let some of the moisture out. In the cabinet corner, I discovered a first-aid box.

I came out of the restroom and put cream on my vagina. I noticed my clit was already swollen from his licking. His bite marks were visible on my white thighs.

He can't treat me like a toy and play with me anyway he wants. To instill in him respect for women, I have to teach him an important lesson. I will exact retribution on him for destroying my life.

After concocting a sinister plot, I shut my eyes in hopes of a restful night's sleep.