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Beatrice's legs continued to struggle until she couldn't move anymore. Her legs were bound on both sides of the bed, forcibly exposing her thighs. The upper half of her body was partially visible and eagerly enjoyed by Sam.

Beatrice felt utterly debased. Moreover, now Sam was right between her thighs, half-kneeling as he watched her with a satisfied gaze.

"Let me go!"

"I haven't finished punishing you yet," Sam said softly. Slowly, he leaned down, exposing Beatrice's completely exposed upper body. Sam acknowledged that Beatrice's body was truly beautiful. Flawless. As smooth and pristine as marble crafted by professional hands.

"Release me, Sam." For the first time, Beatrice called Sam by his name. Despite the tears streaming down her face, she truly couldn't fathom what Sam would do next. Everything she had was gone. She only had her dignity, which she had managed to preserve until now.

If Sam were to take that away from her as well?

Is there anything she would hate for the rest of her life besides Wayne? Yes. The presence of Sam, who now shook his head slowly. He leaned down again and planted a brief kiss on Beatrice's lips.

Above Beatrice's lips, Sam whispered, "I'm not satisfied yet."

Once again, Sam descended with demanding kisses, disregarding Beatrice's increasing tears. Countless tears of the girls he had deflowered for the first time had been shed. For Sam, those tears were just a momentary release. The rest of the time, they served as an invitation to indulge in the long night with Sam. He was also confident that the same would apply to Beatrice.

Sam's free hand began to play with Beatrice's breasts. Occasionally, he could hear her whimper when his hand accidentally touched the wounds she had received. Ah, Sam shouldn't be rough in that area. There were still many things he could play with, right?

So, that's what Sam did. Satisfied with depriving Beatrice of an ample supply of oxygen, he then focused on the unstamped parts of her breasts. There were still traces of redness left by his previous actions.

Sam intended to mark as much of Beatrice's body as possible, to let her know that her body belonged only to him. Impatiently, he gently sucked on the peaks of Beatrice's breasts. This time, he made his movements as slow as possible. Sam knew he needed to prepare Beatrice for penetration. He didn't want all these touches to go to waste.

Although Sam could force himself, he still considered the girl he was about to touch. Occasionally, he glanced at Beatrice's tightly closed eyes. Her lips seemed to be bitten forcefully, maybe to hold back moans or suppress the sensations that Beatrice was starting to accept? Sam grinned. He had memorized all the erogenous zones of a woman by heart. He just needed to ignite those touches even more, so they would burn in the ocean of passion.

Be patient, soon you'll become addicted, Sam thought to himself.

He released the suckling. Beatrice immediately opened her eyes, trying to regain control. She couldn't let herself be defeated by what Sam was doing to her. If she allowed even the slightest bit of this strange and tingling sensation to take control, Sam would win. Beatrice would lose completely.

Beatrice's breath became ragged because of it, but Sam didn't care. In fact, he launched his second attack. Starting from the swollen tips of her breasts, he kissed his way down to Beatrice's flat stomach. Beatrice's smooth skin excited Sam even more. By the end of those kisses, Beatrice's body started to squirm vigorously.

"Don't! No, Sam!" she pleaded.

"You'll enjoy it," Sam said casually. His hand immediately tore off the pants that still covered her legs. Now, Beatrice was completely naked, in a position that made Sam even more impatient. Meanwhile, Beatrice's cries continued to escalate.

Did Sam pay attention to it? Not at all.

This was what Sam had been waiting for.

He moistened his fingers with his mouth and intentionally locked eyes with Beatrice. He didn't care about the girl's tears on his bed. Slowly, he trailed his fingers along the inside of Beatrice's thighs.

Beatrice screamed in response to Sam's actions.

"I'll make sure your lips only call my name, Beatrice," Sam declared.

Beatrice vehemently shook her head. "I refuse!" she said with determination.

But... when Sam's head reached between Beatrice's thighs, the girl could only tightly shut her eyes. Her inner conflict raged on. Everything started to blur, and she couldn't maintain control for too long. She tried to resist the stimulation Sam was giving her, but there was nothing she could do. Her hands and feet were bound. Only her head continued to express refusal.

"Ah!"

Sam grinned triumphantly. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Beatrice was beginning to accept him. The girl's resistance meant nothing compared to what he was doing to her body. Especially when the tip of his tongue actively moved there, in sync with his fingers delving inside. Warm. Moist. And tantalizing.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Sam asked with a sly smile. His hand continued to play with Beatrice down there.

"Bastard!"

"Yeah, I'm a bastard. But just so you know, you won't be able to escape from this bastard." If earlier Sam only used one finger, this time he inserted two inside.

He moved them roughly, causing Beatrice to suddenly feel dizzy. Her sounds of refusal to Sam began to fade away, replaced by a sensation that was engulfing her intensely.

Although Beatrice was still sobbing, Sam was confident that the girl was starting to adapt. So he pulled his fingers back. "Don't be satisfied with just this." Feeling that what he had done was more than enough, he swiftly unbuckled his belt. "This is the main course, my dear."

Beatrice widened her eyes and began to struggle fiercely. Regardless of whether her efforts would succeed or not, if she were to belong to Sam?

God! Free me from the clutches of this despicable man! I beg you!

Sam grinned with satisfaction. "You're really ready, aren't you?" He positioned himself right between Beatrice's thighs. But...

"Boss!" A shout and a knock interrupted their activities abruptly.

"You bastard! Who dares to disturb me!" Sam cursed loudly.

Even though the distance from the bed to the door was quite far, Sam was sure that his subordinates outside were shivering after hearing his recent outburst. The rule they held and had to abide by was that when Sam was in his room, anyone who wanted to enter had to knock on the door first.

It was different from the other rooms in the house. They often saw Sam fooling around with the women he desired anywhere in this house. There was only one place that was completely private for Sam: his room.

"Hugo, Boss. Sorry to interrupt. This is really important. Tony got shot at the border."

Sam froze, then quickly grabbed his pants and shirt. He also grabbed a blanket as fast as he could to cover Beatrice's naked body. His mind was in turmoil.

Tony, the young man who was loyal and devoted to him... shot? What went wrong? As far as Sam knew about Tony, the boy never questioned any of the instructions given by Sam or Hugo. Hugo was Sam's most trusted right-hand man, along with Jack and Eland.

Before Sam walked away, he approached Beatrice. He briefly kissed her moist forehead. "We'll postpone this. I have to go."

Beatrice didn't care what was happening. Even though it sounded terrifying; someone being killed in a shooting, at least it saved her from Sam's clutches.

"Ask Anne to come to this room. Take good care of Beatrice. Both of you, don't let your guard down. No one should enter this room except for me. If anyone dares to, I'll settle the score with them!"

Beatrice faintly heard those words and they gradually faded away. She also heard footsteps moving away from the room. She felt relieved. Truly relieved.

God had been so kind to her.