Chapter 1 You Could Die

1 AM, Presidential Suite at Hotel M

Clothes were strewn across the room. The woman's dress lay torn to shreds, hanging like rags.

Zoey Spencer jolted awake.

She felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, rising and falling with the man above her. Panic crashed through her foggy mind.

She wondered what was happening and swore she had gotten away.

She remembered being drugged. She recalled shoving that greasy man away and fleeing with the last shred of clarity she had.

She dreaded that they had caught her again.

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

As he spoke, his hands gripped her waist and his thighs tensed as he thrust upward.

Zoey bit her lip, a broken moan slipping out as her body trembled. She instinctively clamped her legs together. Her hands wrapped around the man's neck, and she leaned weakly against him.

Henry Windsor grunted as she squeezed him, his hands slapping and grabbing her backside. His voice was hoarse. "Cry out."

Zoey shook her head, tears welling up as her eyes reddened.

This only fired Henry up more.

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

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

He had deep-set eyes, a chiseled face, and broad shoulders that blocked her view. A single mole sat provocatively below his collarbone. His chest was slick with a mixture of unknown fluids.

Most terrifying of all was his intense gaze, so hungry he seemed ready to devour her.

Zoey tried to retreat.

In the next second, Henry grabbed her calf and dragged her back, his veiny penis thrusting fully inside her.

Zoey's body arched instantly. Her toes curled, and her hands clenched the damp sheets. She cried and begged, her voice breaking. "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.

Her body trembled beneath the relentless motion, clinging tightly each time he withdrew.

"Even when you say no, your body can't bear to let me go."

Henry's eyes darkened 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 bent down, wrapping her tightly in his arms as his hips moved faster. The sharp sounds of their bodies colliding echoed through the room.

"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 and pounded into her, wanting to bury his balls inside.

"Wait, it feels so strange."

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

As the overwhelming pleasure shot to her head, Zoey cried out seductively, her legs wrapping around Henry's waist as her body trembled uncontrollably.

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

After climaxing, Zoey's grip loosened, her eyes lost focus.

Henry removed the condom. His body was still hard, but when he glanced toward the bedside table, he saw the condom box was empty.

He hesitated for a moment.

Zoey beneath him panted restlessly, her legs still spread wide, her body reacting involuntarily as she struggled to catch her breath, traces of white fluid visible against the sheets.

Though he knew it was just lube, Henry's manhood 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 and 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 twisting 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, her legs 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, she slapped Henry as hard as she could.

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

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

With 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.]

Believing 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.

He wondered if the woman had drugged him and ran.

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

He questioned if she had stolen 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 anxious. "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, he nodded. "Yes."

By the time Henry had changed, John had returned with the documents, and the suite had been cleaned.

Henry looked at the cold ID photo in the file, recalling the woman's unfocused face at her climax yesterday, he felt his throat tighten and crossed 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 and stammered, "I'll send more people to look."

Henry waved his hand and calmly instructed, "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 looked up, coldly asking, "Who do you work for?"