Her bathrobe was pulled wide open as she lay on the desk in the study, the fluorescent light illuminating her smooth and fair skin.

Mason held tight to her slender waist and smacked her hips. He sneered, “Now, I’m going to show you how I treat a plaything!”

Her face paled. She couldn’t get away from him.

Under the fluorescent light, she was at his mercy as he thrust into her roughly. He was treating her in ways that not even the cheapest escorts deserved.

The light was blinding.

Her body was subjected to immense pain, but it was nothing compared to what she was feeling in her heart. Gripping the edges of the desk, she withstood his furious humping with every bit of energy in her.

There was a small, hard thing in her hands and it was scraping her palm.

She turned her head to the side and released her grip when she could no longer take his brutal thrusts. There was a pair of exquisite cufflinks in her sweaty palm, its radiant diamond was bloodied now.

It was her own blood.

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