The Billionaire's Sex Slave

Samantha De Luna

The sun's beams pierced my skin. My body was scorching because I was only wearing a bikini. I was walking alone, wearing sunglasses, while Aiza was hiding someplace for fear of being seen. I was strolling with an inflatable floater in my hand. I just want to take a bath and not follow her plan. This is a fantastic day for peace and quiet. I yawned as I made my way to the shore. I'm still not seeing the Eastons. Perhaps they will not come here.

I closed my eyes and laid down on the life preserver. I was unaware that I had fallen asleep because of the cool air behind me. I may have enjoyed a tranquil day if it hadn't been for the person who flew me into the sea. My eyes were filled with the salty sea, and I swallowed the water. Despite the fact that the water was shallow, I nearly drowned.

I simply choked and coughed till I could catch my breath when I raised my face. My eyes suffer, particularly my blind eye. It was much more uncomfortable since some water got into my nostrils. When I regained my composure, I shoved the person in front of me. I can't tell who this individual is since my eye is still recuperating and is foggy. Maybe I'll be able to see again later.

“I'm sorry,” he said fiercely, in spite of the fact that I couldn't see him. My tears poured naturally, not because I was in anguish, but because my blind eye was in excruciating pain. It appears to be seasoned with chile. It simply aggravates the pain when the sun shines on it. I can see the bright beam, but not the surroundings; all I can see is the light.

“What is your problem?!” I'm uncertain if I'm staring at him or if my eyes are wandering elsewhere. Possibly, it's because I see double and I am gazing in the opposite way.

“Look, I didn't mean it like that. I thought you were one of my cousins.” We both shifted as a result of the passing wave. “Sorry. Let me assist you.” I watched him wriggle and grab my hand, but I flung it back at him.

I could feel the passage of repeated waves of water. Because I yelled at Andrius, it appears that people are flocking to us. I heard a splash of water approaching us and confirmed that someone was actually reaching us.

“What's going on here?" I heard Hugo's deep voice, so I immediately turned to him. Since the water had dried up, my sight was slowly returning. Two people were standing and facing me. Beatrice is probably the one because I envision her skinny body.

I marched away since I was certain I wouldn't like the shape of Beatrice's tongue. If that woman could still talk, you'd think you'd done something terrible to her. Even her husband's divorce, which she blamed on me at the time, became the spark that ignited the murders of Stanley and Cassandra. I tightened my hands as soon as I planted my feet on the ground. I can't believe I've felt so much rage at the Eastons. I assumed everything was still normal, but the heat within me became even hotter.

The gritty sand took me back to Aiza and my chamber, but before I could, a hand grabbed me again. My brows meet as I turn my gaze from that hand to the face of this point pilate. I would have disregarded it, but my expression altered when I noticed Hugo's anxious look. My formerly unprintable eyes and trampling on anyone I could only meet had been replaced with a dazzling and sky-high smile.

“Hugo,” I said, without taking his hand away and presenting my body and head to him. There was no roughness or rigidity in his hand; it was exactly perfect as if he was terrified of tightening his grasp on me.

“Are you okay?” he questioned, preparing to remove his hand, but I stopped him. My eyes opened as I noticed Andrius's palm clasped and his gaze deep into mine. I can't see Reya, and this is my opportunity to capture Hugo's heart.

I deleted all of my expressions. My vision has returned to normal. Everything I notice around me. I had just departed, and my reply was a pair of slightly sad eyes. I didn't exaggerate it, so he wouldn't be perplexed as to why I was exaggerating so much.

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My voice was scarcely audible, and he seemed to be carried away with ease. Perhaps if I sing, everyone who hears it will fall asleep. I didn't take my hand off his hand because I didn't want him to release go of me.

He turned around to see whether Andrius could hear us. Take another look at the cheater. When you play dirty, you will go to any length to avoid being detected. Hopefully, I will have the same bravery as Hugo. When he ensured that no one could hear him, he nodded and flashed me a wicked grin.

“Yes. I want to spend time with you, but my wife is here,” he remarked, looking up at what, I assumed, was the bedroom they were going to sleep in. It was there that I yanked his hand away from me, making my face even sadder.

“Oh. Is that so?” I turned around and resumed going. You can only be greedy for Hugo for so long. I want you to be so crazy at me that you and your family will be destroyed as a result of your rage. I'll tell you how venomous you've been to me.

He didn't pursue me down and then leave me. It's not a huge concern for me because I'm just getting started and have a lot of opportunities. I simply had to take it carefully, and I knew I'd be able to do what I set out to do.

I turned around as I entered the room and couldn't see Aiza. I checked under the bed to see whether she was joking or if she was hiding. I even opened the cabinet but couldn't see her. I would

have returned to the water to hunt for her, ignoring the fact that I had a hunch she would venture out there for the possibility to see or meet Hugo.

But as I heard the door lock and saw Andrius' face, I hurriedly backed away. His eyes couldn't hide their rage. He's currently resting on the door's back. He didn't seem to be following me. I didn't feel him since there was no sound on the sand.

“What are you doing here?!” My voice rose because of what he was doing. Will he do again what he did to me when we were in the auction hall? My heart was pounding with worry that he might recognize my face or my voice. I was afraid of his presence because of what he had done to me before. I know that’s the reason I’m nervous now. I know that's the only reason …

He took a quick and big step towards me. He suddenly grabbed my arm and lifted it, so I also hoisted my legs because I was hurt by the pressure of his grip on me. He almost strangled my arm and pulled out and left a mark on his hands there. I couldn’t help but complain because of that.

“Ouch. Aw!” I remove his hand, but he doesn't want to remove it, so I just take the pain. I know where his anger is coming from, and I already know what he will say next.

“How many times do I have to remind you to stop flirting with my father? Is your body itching too much?!” I bit my lip as his traction on it tightened even more. Even though I couldn't fight him, I tried to repay his anger at me. He can't be the only one who feels indignant, when in fact I should feel it too!

“Yes! Is there a problem with it?! ” I shook my arm and body to break his grip on me, but he didn't do anything and his hand didn't even move. I kicked his foot, but he still did not react. Is my body this light, and he doesn't even get hurt by what I'm doing?

“YES? WHY ARE YOU FUCKING WITH A MARRIED MAN?!” My eardrum was almost shattered by the strength of his voice. I wanted to hold my ears and cover them, but I couldn't because he didn't

seem to have any intention of letting me go. I thought that was all he would do.

I was glad he let go of my arm, but I didn't immediately react when I heard the loud tearing off my clothes. The next thing I felt was his kisses on my neck. If he hadn’t touched my chest, I wouldn’t have woken up to the spirit he had taken to another dimension.

I pushed him away and the loud slap fell on his face. Even seeing my chest, I didn’t cover it. I just let it open. My neck was probably so red because of the immeasurable resentment I was feeling. How can he say the word “MARRIED” when in fact even he can be called a cheater? It's true that “birds of a feather flock together.”

“And do you think you who should offer the penis to all women who want to be mistress? HA!” I tugged my waist. It’s just really awkward because my chest is so obvious. He looked away from there but immediately returned to my face.

“What do you call the woman you were with earlier? Temptation? Just a hole you want to enter whenever your flesh needs her?” After I told him that, I lifted the torn pair of my bikini. I was about to go straight to the bathroom when he hugged me from behind.

“She is my ex-wife. But … I know you. You are no longer the Caroline I knew, Samantha De Luna.”