Chapter 10: You Could Try Harder

The man finally realized what was wrong. From the beginning, Aurora had not struggled at all; instead, she was unusually cooperative. Her seduction and this act of bondage were perhaps bold moves only she could dare! His face flushed red with anger. "You better not provoke me! Come here now, and I might still forgive you."

His voice hissed with rage as he fiercely threatened, "Are you truly not afraid of death?" He had used all his strength to break free, but those knots Aurora's done were complex. The more he struggled, the tighter the knots became, and his body grew even more uncomfortable due to his anger!

Aurora dressed herself and watched the man struggle. Her fingers lightly grazed his face, "Sir, just as we agreed, I move and you don’t. Now that the game has started, you must follow the rules."

What she did next made the man's blood boil; she used every trick to tease him but deliberately did not let him have it. His entire body turned red, his fingers clenched tightly. "Do you realize the consequences of your actions?"

"I know what kind of person you are, sir. However, you wouldn’t want your humiliating photos to end up in someone else’s hands. I have a suggestion, you could pretend nothing happened tonight." Aurora said with a soul-catching smile. This drug wasn’t as domineering as the ones described in novels, where not making love alone could result in death. It was merely to make him suffer, a revenge for that night three years ago.

The man looked at her, her face no longer naive. Three years ago, she was like a budding flower, but now, she had fully blossomed. "You've changed."

"Yes, I have to thank you for the gift you gave me that made me grow up. Sir, are you satisfied with me now?" The man couldn’t compare the woman before him with the naive young girl from three years ago.

At that banquet three years ago, he had gone knowing someone had drugged her drink. He found it amusing to follow along, only to accidentally stumble into that plot. Initially, it was merely a fleeting interest that made him take a liking to that pure young girl. He had intended to keep her by his side after that night, but Aurora had quietly left the country. In the first year abroad, to escape her family’s pursuit, she hid everywhere, which made the man lose any clues about her.

Now, he clearly understood that whatever this woman experienced abroad during those three years had completely stripped her of her former innocence. He liked her current expression. Gasping, he wanted to touch her again, to fiercely reclaim her body, to awaken her memories, to mark her as his own!

She was right there; he could reach out and touch her, yet his limbs were tightly bound! "Sir, how does it feel to be controlled?" She looked down at the once domineering man, her high heel gently pressing on his swollen groin.

The man grimaced in discomfort, emitting sounds that were uncertain whether they were of pain or pleasure. Aurora increased her force, and the man gasped and chuckled, "Very good, very wonderful. You could use a bit more strength."

Aurora knew this man had reached his limits, but she was not yet satisfied. Her return was not just for revenge against Hayden and the Montgomery family, but also this man. Tonight's meeting might have been an accident, but it was also her luck. Over these three years, she always remembered this demon. She realized there was no angelic redemption in this world; everyone was a devil!

Only by being strong herself could she control these people and brutally torment them. This man had controlled her desires that night because she had been drugged. It was a terrible feeling, and now she wanted him to understand what it was like to have his desires controlled.

The man could no longer make a sound; his hands continuously gripped the mattress below him, his toes splayed, fragile as never before.

"Give... me..." the man finally couldn't help but plead.

"There's still plenty of time." Aurora lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then pressed the burning tip against the man's thigh.

"Ah!!" The smell of scorched towel mixed with the man's cries of pain.