Chapter 291
Preston Worthington Jr. chuckled at Olivia Kensington's furious expression. His usually composed features twisted with depravity. "Still adorable when you're mad. What's wrong? Didn't I satisfy you enough last time? Should I have been gentler?"
Olivia glared at him like he was the devil incarnate. She spat viciously, hurling curses not just at him but his entire family for producing such scum.
Her words ignited Preston's rage anew.
Earlier, when his friend Maxwell Lockwood called requesting he keep Olivia captive as leverage against Evelyn Sinclair, he'd agreed without hesitation.
Too bad for Olivia, Preston had nursed a grudge against her since their school days.
This bitch deserved everything coming to her after nearly castrating him with that kick years ago. Only sheer luck had saved him from permanent damage. Now that she was in his clutches, he'd make sure she suffered.
Preston tore Olivia's clothes off, taunting her with threats of letting his bodyguards have their way with her if she resisted.
He wanted to shatter her defiant facade, strip away her pride, and watch her beg for mercy.
But the stubborn woman shocked him. She'd rather endure his guards' assaults than let him touch her.
Pinning Olivia beneath him, Preston ignored her violent struggles.
He ripped away the last shreds of fabric covering her body. Just as he positioned himself to take her, his phone rang.
"Brother." Seeing Preston Worthington Sr.'s name, he couldn't ignore the call despite his raging arousal.
"I don't care about your usual playthings, but release the girl you're holding now." His elder brother's tone brooked no argument.
"You know I have multiple women. Which one? I was just about to—"
"Enough! Dominic Blackwood personally demanded Olivia's release. That should tell you how protected she is. Cross him and not even I can save you."
The line went dead.
Preston glared at Olivia, hesitating. Dominic's ruthless reputation gave him pause. But he wasn't about to let her go unscathed.
His lips curled into a cruel smile as he thrust violently into her.
A bloodcurdling scream filled the room. Despairing tears streamed down Olivia's face.
Meanwhile, Evelyn Sinclair awoke with a pounding headache, her body alternating between feverish heat and chills.
Each breath burned her throat—undeniable signs of a severe flu.
Blinding sunlight through undrawn curtains made her eyes water. Sparrows flitted past the window.
Attempting to rise, she found herself trapped by muscular arms.
Pressed against Dominic Blackwood's bare chest, Evelyn flushed remembering last night's intimacy. Weak from fever, she struggled futilely against his grip.
When she nearly broke free, Dominic yanked her back, their faces inches apart.
Gazing at his sculpted features, Evelyn's emotions churned.
This man always followed cruelty with honeyed words and gestures. But sugar caused cavities—the pain made her wary of accepting more.
Dominic's eyes fluttered open. He kissed her lips. "Morning, darling."
Evelyn ignored him, searching for something.
Propped on one elbow, Dominic dangled a lace camisole from his fingers, teasingly pressing the cups. "Looking for this?"
Her cheeks burned.
As she reached for it, he pulled away, leaving her gasping in frustration before falling silent.
Turning Evelyn to face him, Dominic noted her feverish flush and dry lips. All teasing vanished. "I'll get you water."
Dizziness overwhelmed her until she remembered Olivia. "Is she safe?"
Dominic handed her a glass. "Fine. You'll see her later."
Relieved, Evelyn sipped the soothing water before dressing. "What time is it? I need to work."
"Not in this state." He tucked her back in. "Rest today."
"My colleagues already resent my absences—"
"I'll fire anyone who complains." His smile didn't reach his eyes. "If I see you at the office, Olivia's fired immediately."
Evelyn seethed at his threat.
Since when did the CEO of Blackwood Enterprises resort to such thuggish tactics?