$300K Blackmail Lesson of My Bestie's Father - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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The heat of Vincent's body pressed against me from behind, his intoxicating cologne wrapping around me like a second skin.
"Look at them, Emily," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. "See how much fun they're having? Don't you want that too?"
His warm breath sent shivers down my neck, turning my ears scarlet.
"I... I can't..."
My entire body trembled with unfamiliar sensations I couldn't name—wouldn't name—not in front of him.
Vincent chuckled darkly. "Your body's betraying you, sweetheart. Good girls shouldn't lie."
His breath was fire against my skin, the heat spreading through me until I thought I might combust. I tried to step away, but my knees buckled.
Strong arms caught me effortlessly, and suddenly I was straddling Vincent's lap on the couch.
"Watch and learn, princess," he commanded, nodding toward a couple nearby. The woman had her arms draped around her partner's neck, her gaze smoldering.
My face burned hotter. The short skirt made this position humiliating enough—now he wanted me to copy that?
When I hesitated, Vincent grabbed my wrists. Through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the pool area clearly.
"Look," he purred. "There's your boyfriend and all your friends. They can't see in... but you can see everything. Makes it more thrilling, doesn't it?"
His rough hands guided mine around his neck as my fingers shook violently. Outside, my boyfriend and Ryan stood by the pool in swim trunks, laughing as they prepared to dive.
"Lucky son of a bitch," Ryan's voice carried through the glass. "That girl's a perfect ten. Bet she feels like heaven."
"Those legs could kill a man," someone else added. "Last one in buys drinks!"
Vincent's laugh vibrated through me as his palm slid possessively along my waist. Seeing my boyfriend so carefree while Vincent touched me sent conflicting currents through my body—shame warring with something darker.
His gaze burned with primal hunger.
The crude comments made my stomach twist. This was supposed to be pretend—so why did everything feel terrifyingly real?
When I saw other girls having their clothes torn at, panic surged. I pushed against Vincent's chest, but my arms had turned to liquid.
He leaned in closer. "One night clears your debt and gives you pleasure," he whispered. "Best deal you'll ever get, Emily."
His fingers teased the hem of my skirt as I caught another glimpse outside—my boyfriend laughing, completely unaware.
Then Vincent bent me over the couch, arching my back until desire overrode reason. To my horror, my hips lifted to meet him of their own accord.
"Look at them, Emily," he murmured, his lips grazing my ear. "See how much fun they're having? Don't you want that too?"
His warm breath sent shivers down my neck, turning my ears scarlet.
"I... I can't..."
My entire body trembled with unfamiliar sensations I couldn't name—wouldn't name—not in front of him.
Vincent chuckled darkly. "Your body's betraying you, sweetheart. Good girls shouldn't lie."
His breath was fire against my skin, the heat spreading through me until I thought I might combust. I tried to step away, but my knees buckled.
Strong arms caught me effortlessly, and suddenly I was straddling Vincent's lap on the couch.
"Watch and learn, princess," he commanded, nodding toward a couple nearby. The woman had her arms draped around her partner's neck, her gaze smoldering.
My face burned hotter. The short skirt made this position humiliating enough—now he wanted me to copy that?
When I hesitated, Vincent grabbed my wrists. Through the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, I saw the pool area clearly.
"Look," he purred. "There's your boyfriend and all your friends. They can't see in... but you can see everything. Makes it more thrilling, doesn't it?"
His rough hands guided mine around his neck as my fingers shook violently. Outside, my boyfriend and Ryan stood by the pool in swim trunks, laughing as they prepared to dive.
"Lucky son of a bitch," Ryan's voice carried through the glass. "That girl's a perfect ten. Bet she feels like heaven."
"Those legs could kill a man," someone else added. "Last one in buys drinks!"
Vincent's laugh vibrated through me as his palm slid possessively along my waist. Seeing my boyfriend so carefree while Vincent touched me sent conflicting currents through my body—shame warring with something darker.
His gaze burned with primal hunger.
The crude comments made my stomach twist. This was supposed to be pretend—so why did everything feel terrifyingly real?
When I saw other girls having their clothes torn at, panic surged. I pushed against Vincent's chest, but my arms had turned to liquid.
He leaned in closer. "One night clears your debt and gives you pleasure," he whispered. "Best deal you'll ever get, Emily."
His fingers teased the hem of my skirt as I caught another glimpse outside—my boyfriend laughing, completely unaware.
Then Vincent bent me over the couch, arching my back until desire overrode reason. To my horror, my hips lifted to meet him of their own accord.
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