Scarlett' POV

I lay in the center of the bed, filled with unease.

The sheets were dark gray, smooth and cool to the touch—silk? Egyptian cotton? They were expensive enough to make me feel completely uncomfortable.

He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me from above. His eyes showed a deep amber color under the dim wall lamp, with an unfathomable darkness churning inside, as if he was looking through me at someone else.

"Spread your legs. Let me see what color it is inside."

My face instantly burned with shame. Too... too obscene! But what could I do? I didn't even dare cry out loud.

Seeing that I hadn't moved for a while, Lorenzo clicked his tongue impatiently and grabbed my ankles without mercy, yanking them apart violently.

"Ah!" Cold air blew directly onto my vagina that had never been exposed this fully, this humiliatingly, in front of a man like this I trembled all over with humiliation. Tears welled up in my eyes. I desperately tilted my head back to keep them from falling.

Lorenzo pinched the soft flesh on the inside of my thighs, his tone mocking. "Didn't you come here to sell yourself? Can't handle this already? Your husband never did this to you before?"

"I don't have a husband." I turned my face away and bit through my lower lip. That bastard Jack didn't deserve the title.

"Oh?" His fingers pressed harder, leaving red marks on the tender flesh. "Then who got you pregnant?"

What did that have to do with him? A bastard who bought my body with money!

"Not going to say?" Lorenzo reached out and directly spread my buttocks apart. "So pale... and you're trembling already." He ran his thumb along the inside of my thigh, watching my muscles twitch involuntarily. "Not even wet yet. Did he ever make you want it, or did you just lie there like this?" His eyes traced over me with clinical detachment. "Tsk... can already tell this is going to hurt."

I covered my face with both hands in shame and anger, instinctively clamping my legs together, but he pried them open again. Piece of shit! When I have money, I'll definitely knock out all his teeth!

"Fine, keep your secret. I only asked to watch you squirm."

Lorenzo extended his finger and poked at that moist entrance. A choked sound caught in my throat before I could stop it. My waist instinctively arched up, then fell heavily back onto the mattress. A strange feeling mixed with fear and vague strangeness shot up my spine.

"So sensitive?" He licked his lips excitedly.

I clenched my teeth and said nothing for a long while. His finger no longer hesitated. Using a bit of instinctively secreted moisture, he slowly and forcefully squeezed inside.

It hurt. This bastard didn't give a damn whether I'd be in pain or not.

"So tight." This bastard kept switching fingers, slowly rotating and exploring inside. "It's like it's never been developed. How did your man do it with you before? Was he no good?" He sneered as if making a cruel joke.

I turned my head away, staring at the expensive floor lamp in the corner, biting my lip hard.

I don't know how long it lasted. Lorenzo's finger finally withdrew, bringing out a bit of sticky wet sound. Before I could feel relieved, my body was roughly flipped over.

"Get on all fours. Ass up."

I froze for a few seconds, my fingertips trembling, but eventually pushed myself up slowly.I was no longer Scarlett O'Brien. I was a commodity, a tool he bought with money to vent on. Being obedient would spare me from suffering. I closed my eyes. Mia and Nina's pale little faces suddenly flashed through my mind. For them, for them, Scarlett, you can do this!

There was a slight rustling sound behind me. A young and burning hot body pressed tightly against the skin of my back. Not having had sex since becoming pregnant, I suddenly shivered.

Lorenzo wrapped his hands around to my chest—not caressing, but with punishing intent, grabbing and kneading extremely hard. "So much milk, you must be really uncomfortable holding it in, right? If I squeeze harder, will they explode like balloons? Can you make them stand up by themselves? Cow!"

Cow?! I trembled all over with anger, burying my face in the pillow and gritting my teeth. Dog! This rutting dog who only thinks with his lower half! But I didn't dare make a sound. I could only keep taking deep breaths, enduring it, swallowing all the anger and humiliation.

He had no foreplay, no tenderness. Something scalding and hard pressed against the place that had just been barely opened by his fingers, and without any pause, drove straight in.

"Ahhh—!" My vision went black. I almost passed out. My body felt like it was being split open by a red-hot iron rod. I arched my back, my fingers desperately clawing at the sheets beneath me, broken whimpers tearing from my throat.

"Fuck... so fucking tight..." Lorenzo panted heavily. He didn't move right away, but lay on top of me, feeling my inner walls contracting madly from the severe pain. "Relax. If you clamp down this tight, how can I move?"

Tears fell uncontrollably from the pain. "Relax? You fucking try it! It hurts so much! Fuck! Stop—fucking stop!"

He gripped my waist with both hands and began to thrust slowly. Each withdrawal felt like it would tear out flesh. Each entry slammed heavily into my most vulnerable soft flesh. I convulsed all over from the pain, tears flowing unstoppably, falling in large drops onto the bed, forced to rise and fall with his rough rhythm, without any dignity.

"Moan! Like... a cat, high-pitched and soft!" Lorenzo slapped my ass hard with his palm. "Don't act like you're dead. I didn't pay to fuck a corpse."

I bit my teeth and forced out broken sounds from deep in my throat. "Mm... ah..." But the sounds came out rough and breathless, nothing like what he wanted.

He bit my ear in displeasure. "You can't even do this?" My heart was full of bitterness. Jack had always only cared about his own pleasure, never making me climax.

Suddenly, a warm, familiar liquid spurted uncontrollably from my chest. The milk that had been building up all day sprayed out directly because of my violent movements. Pale white liquid soaked our abdomens pressed tightly together, matting both our pubic hair into clumps.

Would he find it disgusting, push me away, call me gross? Lorenzo didn't. He actually extended his fingertip, dipped a bit, and put it in his mouth. "...Sweet."

I looked completely bewildered. His pupils became very sharp, as if he wanted to devour me alive. I instinctively shrank back. But it was too late.

"Wait, wait!" I cried out in alarm, reaching out to push his shoulders. "No, don't—"

A helpless cry escaped me before I could stop it, and I clamped my mouth shut in shame. My waist twisted back and forth uncontrollably, my fingers gripping his hair.

He angled his hips upward and slammed into me with brutal force. My long-dry perineum tore. I felt him hitting the deepest part of me. Pain—after sharp, blinding pain... a tingling sensation began to spread from deep inside, shooting through my entire body like an electric current.My body was betraying me, responding in ways I couldn't control.

After ten minutes of relentless pounding, Lorenzo collected my breast milk with his fingers and smeared it over his testicles, perineum, and where our bodies joined. His breathing grew heavier, his thrusts more brutal, as if the sight had aroused him even further.

"Your mouth says no, but your body loves it... feels good, doesn't it?"

I wanted to die from shame. As I gasped in a daze, Lorenzo pulled out, turned me over onto my back, and hooked my legs over his shoulders.Then he pushed into me again. Looking down, I could see myself—my pussy stretched thin around him, glistening and obscenely red. The sight broke me completely.