Miss CEO Is Pregnant For Her Secretary

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“Christian would never!” I yelled at him, and he squatted in front of me and rubbed my hair, while he looked at him with anger.

“Christian never said anything about you. And this fucked up story you made makes me know you are a liar,” she added to his face.

If there was one thing he hated, it was to be called a liar. He hated it and hearing her say that to his face with such certainty and unapologetic face made his blood boil.

“A liar?” He said rather than asking.

“A fucking liar,” she spat at him, with a heaving breath, and he brought out his gun from his side pocket.

He pointed it at her head and trailed it down from there slowly ignoring her shivers and shaky body until he stopped at her mouth.

“I’m a liar?” He laughed and cocked the gun, holding onto its trigger, as he forced it into her mouth, moving it deeper until he fit it and hit the back of her throat making her gagged.

“Say it one more time,” he pulled away for her to breathe and did it all over again and scaring her like he was going to pull the trigger very soon. Tears rolled down her eyes, her throat hurt, and having that metallic taste of a dangerous weapon in her mouth scared her more than her throat hurting.

“What if he pulled the trigger!” That was the one constant question that kept repeating in her head while he did that for a few more seconds screaming at her to call him a liar again and making her gagged.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

“You have no idea that your perfect man could be this evil,” he looked at her with anger, while he pulled the gun away from her mouth, and grabbed his handkerchief to clean off the spit from it.

“He wouldn’t,” she said in a whisper but he handed her, making him chuckle. He pulled her aggressively with the rope up, forcing her back to her room, while she staggered tiredly following him.

“You’re in denial,” he said and dragged her to the wooden chair, and tied her hands and legs twice as tight as before, that she felt her skin get hotter in the bruised part.

“But it doesn’t matter, you love him so you might as well pay for part of his sins,” he was still saying when his maid walked in with a bowl of ice. He clasped his hands and smiled across the mask he wore excited for the next line of torture he had planned for her.

“What’s that for?” Fear could be heard in her voice, her eyes widened, thoughts crossed her mind and her heart raced wondering what he had in mind to do with a bowl of ice.

“To worship you,” he said in a tipsy tone, bringing the bowl close to her leg. He grabbed a cube of ice from it, and shuddered at how come it was.

“Perfect,” he chuckled, and forcefully grabbed her leg, dipping it into the bowl which was followed by a scream, begging him not to.

“Oh my God,” she shuddered immediately, Her skin came in contact with it, and she shivered immediately and started to feel this tingling sensation around her legs.

“How does it feel?” She felt her blood stop flowing around there as she could feel this numbness and pain around there making tears flow from her eyes.

“Good right?” He said and brought the ice close to her face moving it along her cheeks to her neck slowly in a sensual manner causing her to then her face away from him.

“Please,” she begged him, her eyes shut tightly as she struggled to deal with the pain around her legs and having him close to him like this. She clutched onto the wooden chair, years pouring out. She felt her heartbeat increase rapidly and her head began to hurt when she pleaded again.

“Please,” she cried out in a tone like she was about to collapse while his hands fit her neck and stopped, when he brought his lips closer and bit her there as if Marking got mad she screamed…

The taunting sound of her scream made him smile and he did it again this time on her collarbone and pulled away staring at the bruise he left there in satisfaction. She couldn’t understand why he would bite her, but all she could conclude was that he was a psycho…

“Just stop,” she said weary as she began to feel her head hurt even more and the dizziness was slowly hitting her. All she could ask herself was did he deserve that? Was this punishment Fair enough compared to what he had endured?

“But why Christian? Why him?” She cried in her thoughts, almost shutting her eyes, when he pulled the bowl away and took her legs away from the bowl, causing her to open her eyes and inhale, while the numbness around her legs slowly started to disappear.

“That was satisfying,” he squats, his hands finding their way to her thighs, as they went under her skirts until they found their way to her panties causing her to snap her eyes open and stare at him.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” she said in a stern tone trying to wiggle his hands off her thighs, but only little she could do as not of it made any difference cause her hands were tied. He rubbed his fingers against the fabrics of jet panties staring at her.

“You don’t give me orders kitten,” his hands shifted her fabric moving closer to her labia when she spit at him angrily. “Fuck you,” she said…

Immediately he pulled his hands away and raised his hands to hit her but stopped halfway. He looked at his face and grabbed his handkerchief to wipe it off while staring at her

“And I will,” he laughed and walked over to the glass door, opening them up with the window, and letting the wind and cold into her room.

“I’ll see you later kitten,” he smiled and turned the knob on the door, winking at her, before walking out of the room.

“He does want to kill me,” she murmured, staring at the opened door, and her open body concluding this was goodnight as she most definitely would be freezing to death…