C6 Part 5

Originally, Sam did intend to restrain himself from touching Beatrice. Since he got lost in the depths of her doll-like eyes, he swore to obtain that girl no matter what it took. Including using his slick tactics. He bombarded Wayne with numerous loans, which were accepted with a cheerful face. Who wouldn't like receiving a loan to fuel their gambling hobby?

Moreover, Sam was the kind of man who always got what he wanted. Not just power, but women as well. He only had to point out the type of woman who would accompany him tonight. And most of the time, those women willingly and happily spread their legs for Sam to mount.

But with Beatrice, for some reason, something was different. Something that couldn't be easily subdued. Something that made Sam half-crazy with curiosity. He could ignore the pain caused by his actions yesterday and satisfy his curiosity about Beatrice's body.

Ah... Sam was thinking too much. Since when did his sentimental feelings surface like this?

"What do you want?" Beatrice asked with glaring eyes. Her back was pressed against the wall in the corner of the room. Sam released a demanding kiss earlier, which Beatrice took as an opportunity to evade.

The only goal her legs moved for was the door. However, unfortunately, it was futile because the door was securely locked. Despite Beatrice repeatedly screaming, she didn't hear the approaching footsteps.

Sam himself had been observing Beatrice all along and chuckled. He sat in a more relaxed position on the sofa. "What a waste of energy, huh? You'd be better off sitting next to me," he said, patting the spot beside him gently.

"I refuse!"

Sam laughed, but shortly after, he rose and took wide steps toward Beatrice, causing her to step back as he approached.

"Stay away from me!"

Sam's laughter grew louder.

"Go away!" Beatrice shouted loudly. Until finally, she could no longer avoid Sam's grasp.

"I've told you, haven't I, that you need to be punished?" Sam said with a thin smirk on his lips. "So enjoy your punishment now."

Beatrice froze. Her body started to tremble. In front of her, the man no longer hesitated to cross the boundaries of his shadows. Beatrice suddenly felt her life becoming darker. Should she plead? Would she be forgiven this time?

"N-no," Beatrice stammered. Her reflexive hands also clutched the edge of her pajamas. But Sam could no longer restrain himself.

"Open the door," Sam said loudly as he dragged Beatrice back. The tightly closed door was opened wide by two people who had been standing guard there. Beatrice looked in disbelief. Were her cries for help ignored? God! She forgot that she was living in the den of heartless thugs.

"Let go!" Beatrice shouted after realizing that she was being dragged by Sam again. This time, the way Sam dragged her was much more painful than before. Sam's grip on her wrist caused her immense pain, but he ignored it.

Beatrice screamed for help repeatedly, but everyone who crossed her path turned their faces away or looked at her blankly. Some even grinned as if Beatrice deserved to be treated that way. Beatrice truly couldn't understand the residents of this hideout.

Were they all numb to human suffering?

Upon reaching the familiar room, the door swung open wide. Sam effortlessly entered, with Beatrice still trying to free herself from his grip.

Then... blam!

The door closed again. Beatrice sobbed even harder, knowing what awaited her this time. Surely Sam would do as he pleased with her. Despite trying not to be scared, not wanting to plead or suppress her feelings, Beatrice was still a girl under immense pressure.

She was truly terrified.

Her body was roughly thrown onto the bed she had slept on the previous night. Tears had already soaked the corners of her eyes. Her resistance remained unwavering. Regardless of whether it was kicks or punches she could land on Sam's body, she tried to defend herself, especially her dignity.

However, Sam was Sam. Relentless in pursuing his prey. Moreover, in Sam's mind, eventually, Beatrice would submit under his control. He just needed to teach her a lesson, so she wouldn't act out or behave recklessly while being here.

"Let me go," Beatrice pleaded. She disregarded the remaining trace of bravery in her heart. Their eyes locked as Sam positioned himself directly above Beatrice.

"Why should I let you go?" Sam smiled cunningly.

With force, he seized the hand that had been hitting him and pressed it firmly above Beatrice's head, using only one hand. For him, it was an easy task. What Beatrice had been doing to his body all this time didn't cause him pain but instead fueled his determination to subdue her.

"N-no," Beatrice whispered, shaking her head. "Don't do this to me." She begged Sam, although it felt impossible for him to grant her request.

Since being back on this bed, Beatrice could see the change in Sam's eyes. They had transitioned from cold and fierce to burning with desire, ready to be unleashed.

"I won't be rough," Sam said, still with his smirk. He deliberately used his free hand to gently wipe the tear-stained cheek with the most seductive motion possible. "As long as you follow the rhythm I set, I guarantee you won't feel any pain."

Beatrice's crying only intensified. Her heart prayed to God, hoping for some form of protection, however it may come. "Don't," she pleaded once again.

The fingers that had wiped her cheek were now used by Sam to tear apart Beatrice's pajamas. Beatrice's screams immediately filled the not-so-spacious room. She kicked in all directions, managing to strike Sam's thigh a few times. The grip on Sam's hand loosened. Beatrice tried to rise from the bed. Perhaps jumping off the balcony would be a better choice than being on Sam's bed.

But swiftly, Sam restrained her.

Once again, Beatrice was thrown onto the soft bed. Skillfully, Sam tied Beatrice's hands with a tie and secured them to the bedpost.

"Let go, Bastard!"

Sam laughed. "Curse me as much as you want. I guarantee those curses will turn into moans."

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.