Chapter 1 You Could Die

1 AM, Presidential Suite at Hotel M

Clothes were strewn all over the place, and the woman's dress was ripped to shreds, like rags.

Zoey Spencer was jolted awake.

She felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, rising and falling with the man.

'What the hell is happening? Didn't I get away?'

The moment she realized she was drugged, she used her last bit of sanity to shove that greasy guy and make a run for it.

'Did they catch me again?'

"Still distracted?" The man's deep voice whispered in her ear.

As he spoke, his hands gripped her waist, his thighs tensed, and he thrust up hard.

Zoey bit her lip, moaning, her body trembling as she instinctively clamped her legs together. Her hands wrapped around the man's neck, and she leaned weakly against him.

Henry Windsor grunted as he was squeezed, slapping and grabbing her butt. His voice was hoarse. "Cry out."

Zoey shook her head, tears welling up, her eyes reddening.

This only fired Henry up more.

He got up and pressed Zoey beneath him, gripping her chin, his eyes blazing. "Dare to drug me, you better be ready."

Zoey's mind was foggy, barely able to recognize that the man wasn't that greasy guy.

He had deep eyes, a chiseled face, broad shoulders blocking her view above, with a particularly sexy mole below his collarbone. His chest was covered by some unknown mixture of fluids.

The most terrifying thing was his intense gaze, so hungry it seemed he wanted to devour her whole.

Zoey quietly tried to retreat.

In the next second, Henry grabbed her calf and dragged her back, his veiny penis thrusting in to the hilt.

Zoey's body arched instantly, her toes curling, her hands gripping the wet sheets, crying and begging, "Please, let me go."

The more she cried, the more excited Henry became. He pried her legs apart mercilessly, so that it allowed him to penetrate her as deeply as possible with his penis.

Her vaginal entrance trembled from his vigorous thrusts, clinging tightly as he pulled out.

"Though you say no, your body can't bear to let me go, sucking me in so deep."

Henry's eyes reddened with desire, and with a sudden thrust, he drove himself in completely.

Zoey couldn't hold back her moans anymore, "Gentler, please. It hurts."

Henry chuckled hoarsely. "Hurts? Feels good, doesn't it?"

He leaned down, hugging Zoey tightly, his hips moving rapidly, the sharp sound of their bodies slapping together echoing clearly.

"Wait, it's too deep." Zoey suddenly struggled, a strange pleasure rising inside, driving her crazy.

Henry, sweating from the tightness, sped up even more, pounding into her, wanting to bury his balls inside.

"Wait, it feels so strange."

"No." Henry mercilessly refused her pleas, his hips moving in a blur.

The overwhelming pleasure shot to her head, Zoey cried out seductively, her legs wrapping around Henry's waist, her body trembling uncontrollably for a while.

Henry panted heavily, pressing firmly against her vaginal entrance as he released.

After climaxing, Zoey's grip loosened, her eyes unfocused.

Henry removed the condom, his penis still erect, but the condom box was empty.

He hesitated for a moment.

Zoey beneath him panted restlessly, her legs still spread wide, her vaginal entrance opening and closing with her breaths, leaking white fluid.

Though he knew it was just lube, Henry's big dick twitched and throbbed painfully.

In the next second, Zoey felt pressure at her entrance as the man's swollen head forcefully pushed in.

She looked at him in horror, struggling with all her might. "No more, I'll die."

Henry grabbed her hands with his left hand, completely enveloping them, pinning them above her head. His right hand caressed her lips, kissing her gently with unusual tenderness. "You won't, see, it's sucking me in so well."

He thrust in forcefully, his actions not matching his gentle tone.

The pain gradually turned into a subtle pleasure. Zoey's mind resisted, but she couldn't help but twist her hips to match Henry's movements.

The long night had just begun.

At dawn, Zoey woke up thirsty.

She got up to drink water, almost collapsing as she stood.

Her body felt like it had been run over by a truck.

When Zoey wanted to put on clothes, she found all of them were torn.

Zoey was angry, returning to the bed, slapping Henry with a smack.

But she had no strength, the slap was more like a caress.

Checking the time, she had only an hour left before her planned time.

No time to think, she quickly cleaned up, wore Henry's large suit jacket, and used his belt as a waist cincher. Luckily, her underwear was still wearable, so she wasn't completely naked underneath.

Zoey got into a taxi, found a business card in the suit jacket, and looked at it under the streetlight. It was written on the card: [President of Chase Corporation, Henry Windsor.]

Thinking keeping it would only bring trouble, she threw it out.

In the morning, the room was brightly lit.

Henry looked at the empty room and the mess grimly.

The woman drugged him and ran?

He searched around, finding only the jacket with the business card missing.

Did she steal the card to threaten him later?

He picked up his phone and made a call, coldly instructing, "Bring me a set of clothes."

Ten minutes later, his assistant John Smith entered with a high-end bag, looking anxiously. "I was afraid you'd be in a hurry, so I got a set from the nearest Armani, hope it's okay."

Henry's clothes were always made by the family tailor with the best fabrics. He may not be used to wearing anything else.

Once, John had sent Henry a high-end emergency suit for an important meeting, causing him to be in a bad mood all day.

But this time, Henry didn't care at all, wearing a bathrobe, tapping his finger on the sofa armrest. "Find someone."

John quickly glanced at the mess, understanding what had happened, nodded. "Yes."

By the time Henry changed clothes, John returned with the documents, and the suite was cleaned up.

Henry looked at the cold ID photo in the file, recalling the woman's unfocused climax face yesterday, which made his throat tighten, crossing his legs unnaturally.

After reading all the information, he tapped the cover with his finger, staring coldly at John. "You mean she disappeared out of nowhere?"

John broke into a cold sweat, stammering, "I'll send more people to look."

Henry waved his hand, calmly instructing, "No need now; I'm setting Chase Corporation's headquarters here."

John exclaimed, "But Maple City's economy and connections are far inferior to Starlight City. Your father also wants you to stay by his side."

Henry lifted his eyelids, coldly warning, "Who do you work for?"