Chapter 5

Emilia lay on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of light green panties, her fair skin glowing, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Dominic watched, his gaze darkening. Damn it. He was getting hard. Emilia desperately shrank back, pleading with tears, but Dominic pried her legs apart and thrust into her without any foreplay. A sharp pain tore through her, as if she were being split in half, and her face instantly paled. There was no trace of the barrier he had expected. Dominic pulled back slightly, glancing down at where their bodies joined—no blood either. His eyes filled with mockery as he looked at her trembling form. “Tch. If you’re not a whore, then where’s your ‘purity’?” Of course. Women in this line of work were the best liars. The last shred of pity in Dominic’s heart vanished at the sight. Gripping her legs, he drove into her ruthlessly. No matter how pale Emilia’s face turned, he was convinced it was all an act. A night of entanglement... After endless rounds of lovemaking, Emilia felt as if she had been run over by a truck, her entire body aching fiercely. She twitched her fingers weakly, barely managing to wake up. The man beside her was putting on his clothes. The thin dress shirt clung to his toned physique, and his slender fingers buttoned it up one by one, making him look every bit the refined gentleman. The burning pain between her legs reminded her of the horrors of the night. To her, this man was no different from a devil. The innocence she had guarded for so many years... had been destroyed just like that.