Rejected By Her Family, Claimed By The Masked CEO

Chapter 10: Just do it

Abigail stormed out of the hotel like someone ready to sue the entire building.

Her heels hit the polished floor angrily while every curse she knew kept replaying inside her head.

"That shameless man..."

She pressed the elevator button repeatedly as if the poor thing personally offended her too.

The moment the elevator opened, Abigail stepped inside and folded her arms tightly across her chest, still fuming.

What kind of business negotiation was that? The irritating part was how calm Draco looked while saying those ridiculous things. As though asking for marriage in exchange for collaboration was the most normal thing in the world.

Abigail groaned and rubbed her forehead tiredly. "Psychopath." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

By the time she reached downstairs, Madeline immediately rushed toward her nervously.

"Well?" she asked carefully. "How did it go?"

Abigail stopped walking and looked at her blankly.

Madeline already knew the answer. "That bad?"

"He’s insane."

Madeline blinked.

Abigail continued walking toward the entrance angrily while ranting nonstop.

"Do you know what that man said to me? Collaboration in exchange for marriage! Marriage! As if I entered the hotel to auction myself!"

Madeline nearly stumbled while following behind her. "He WHAT?!" freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Exactly!"

Abigail looked genuinely offended now.

"I spent months chasing his signatures only for him to think I was chasing him romantically. The audacity alone should be illegal."

Madeline looked horrified. "Then what did you say?"

"I told him to keep his collaboration."

"You rejected Draco?"

Abigail stopped near the black car waiting outside and turned dramatically.

"Should I have thanked him too? Go get me chill thing to calm myself before I explode, quick" she groaned.

Abigail snorted proudly before reaching for the car door. Unfortunately, before her hand could even touch it, someone suddenly grabbed her from behind.

A strong arm locked around her neck instantly. Abigail’s eyes widened. "What the..."

Before she could react properly, she felt a sharp sting near her shoulder. Something pierced her skin.

An injection?!!

Her heart dropped immediately. The man holding her cursed under his breath while trying to press the syringe deeper.

"Hold still!"

Abigail reacted instantly and elbowed him hard in the stomach.

The man groaned painfully but refused to let go. Everything happened too fast afterward.

A violent kick suddenly landed against the attacker’s side. The man crashed onto the ground instantly.

Joshua appeared out of nowhere with a terrifying expression that Abigail honestly didn’t expect from someone who always looked tired of life.

He grabbed the syringe immediately after it fell. Then his face darkened. "Shit."

Madeline hurried toward Abigail in panic. "Abbie! Are you okay?!"

Abigail held her shoulder tightly while trying to process what just happened. but in that moment, her view started to change... she couldn’t stand well.

" Abigail..." Madeline panic and Joshua looked worried too. " are you okay?" Madeline asked "

Abigail shook her head as her body began to hot, she quickly moved away from Joshua. she suddenly felt like yanking her cloth off.

" Abigail... " was all she heard before the darkness enveloped her...

....

That night.

Abigail found herself in his massive panther bedroom. The seductive red gown she wore was far too revealing. She tried to cover herself with the silk sheets on his bed, scooting backwards the moment he entered. Despite the mask, he was deadly handsome, and that dangerous smirk never left his lips.

Her eyes widened and she moved back nervously. "Stay away from me," she whispered, her voice trembling. She had never seen someone as ruthless, merciless, and terrifying as this man, and yet she was somehow linked to him!

Henry’s dark chuckle filled the room. In one swift motion, his strong hand grabbed her ankle and yanked her down the bed with ease. Abigail gasped as he pulled her beneath him, his powerful body immediately caging hers. The heat radiating from him made her dizzy.

"You don’t even resist me, Kitten," he smirked behind the sleek golden mask, his voice alone sending chills down Abigail’s spine. She hated to admit that this man made her nervous. " Do you know what they injected you?"

His fingers traced up her thigh, pushing the red fabric higher and exposing more of her soft skin. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as his hand slipped between her legs, finding her already shamefully wet. "Right now, you want me too, don’t you?" his whisper sent an electric sensation through her body.

"Stop..." Abigail bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape. "You have no right to..."

"Why wouldn’t I have the right?" Henry growled, his fingers stroking her slick folds with teasing pressure. "You are mine, Abigail. Every inch of you."

A sharp whimper left her throat as he circled her swollen clit, his touch both skilful and wild. She hated how good it felt. She hated those feelings! She hated him!

"I hate you so much," she gasped, even as her hips jerked involuntarily against his hand.

Henry chuckled, amused by her stubborn defiance. He pushed two thick fingers inside her at once, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot that made her see stars.

"There’s no way you can survive your opponent without me, do you know what he planned for you this night?, ever do live stream foursome with bodyguards in a red room with led lights before?" he murmured, his voice carrying possessive hunger as he pumped his fingers deeper. "Look at how soaked you are for me. Your body knows exactly who it belongs to."

Abigail was too distracted to download the information, but she knew he saved her, she back arched off the bed. She clawed at the shoulders no one in the world dared to touch, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. "Ahh..." She could no longer swallow the moan anymore.

Henry’s fingers continued their relentless rhythm, stretching her, stroking that sweet spot deep inside until Abigail’s thighs trembled uncontrollably. Her breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her body betraying every word of protest she tried to utter.

He suddenly withdrew his fingers, leaving her achingly empty. Abigail whimpered at the loss, her hips chasing his touch before she could stop herself.

Henry leaned back slightly, his golden mask catching the dim light as he studied her flushed face. A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips.

"You know what you forbade yourself not to talk about..." he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough. That smirk deepened. "Our night stand?"

Abigail’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of heat flooding her cheeks. She shook her head weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s a mistake..."

Henry chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "This is the second mistake, uhn?"

Before she could respond, he flipped her onto her stomach with effortless strength. His large hands gripped her hips, pulling her ass up toward him so she was on her knees, face pressed into the silk sheets. The red gown bunched uselessly around her waist, leaving her completely exposed to his hungry gaze.

Abigail sighed tiredly. She didn’t know if it was the drug they had injected her with or the sheer magnetic pull of this man, but her body craved him. Her pussy throbbed, slick and ready, even as her mind screamed at her to resist.

Henry’s palms smoothed over the soft, round globes of her ass, squeezing possessively, spreading her open. His thumbs traced down her dripping folds, teasing. "Look at you... already dripping for your enemy, Kitten. So fucking pretty like this."

He paused, his breath hot against her spine as he leaned over her. His hard cock, thick and heavy, rested against her ass. "Tell me you want this, Abigail. I won’t take you until you say it."

She bit the sheet, fingers twisting into the fabric. Her voice came out small, trembling with need. "Yes. Just... do it."