“Oh, really?” Conrad murmured. “Funny-I remember the first time you begged me to fuck you, it didn’t cost a cent.” He enunciated those last words slowly, just to dig in the insult.
The first time…
Her expression wavered, memories flashing back to that night, when she’d thought she’d run out of every lifeline. Drunk men had come after her, grabbing her ankle, and dragging her toward a private room.
“Stop begging, would you? That’s Conrad you’re dealing with! Your uncle handed you over to us, so maybe think about how you’re going to serve us well if you want to save your dad’s company, huh?”
“Alvin’s precious daughter? Just the thought of it is enough for me, I want to be the first one to fuck her!”
“She is Miss Lillian, the mighty heiress of the Lewis family. Now we can fuck her if we pay!”
The hand clutching her ankle had been shot through in the next second, blood spraying onto her skin. She’d been paralyzed, stunned by fear.
In fact, she’d been a mess then-tears, snot, and a blurry vision, her clothes in disarray, soaked in spilled drinks.
She couldn’t even remember who’d fired the shot, only hearing Ford say coolly from above, “Miss Lillian, Mr. Conrad is waiting for you downstairs.”
From that night on, it was Ford who delivered Conrad’s messages, always with that air of unyielding command.
The night had been bitterly cold. When Ford finally ushered her into the car, the tall, enigmatic man inside hadn’t even glanced her way. Lillian tried to make herself as small as possible, shrinking toward the car window.
“Thank you, Mr. Conrad,” she’d said softly, her voice sweet, carrying a tune that he found oddly appealing.
Conrad’s first reaction at that time was that if her moans were as beautiful as when she was having sex.
No woman before her had ever managed to pique his interest. Even with the women his family arranged for him, all he saw were just bodies without allure.
Back in school, he’d had plenty of admirers, and when he’d entered the world outside, bolder women had only increased. There was nothing he hadn’t seen, and he didn’t just give in to anyone begging at his feet.
But from the moment she stepped into the car, he’d caught her scent, and his body had reacted.
It was ridiculous. Like an animal, he got an erection.
“What perfume are you wearing?”
Lillian looked at him with red-rimmed eyes. “I’m not wearing any.”
Her family had gone bankrupt, and she hadn’t brought anything with her, let alone perfume.
Conrad didn’t care. She was his now, anyway, and if he took everything off, he’d get a clear sense of her scent.
She’d come to him on her own terms, so he hadn’t forced her. When she got in the car, she knew exactly what she was there for, to be his, to belong to him. He’d have sex with her, no question-just a matter of how long it’d take.
Where to start? Her eyes were stunning, and her lips were full. But this angle wasn’t giving him the full picture. Maybe face-to-face?
Conrad tapped his fingers on his knee, while Lillian stayed silent, not daring to interrupt.
It was her first time in the Hillside Villa. Not even her father had ever bought property in this area, back when he was at his peak.
“Go clean up,” he said, glancing at her disheveled state before looking away as if he couldn’t be bothered to spare her another second.
Lillian went upstairs but wasn’t sure where she could go without causing trouble. Finally, she found a bathroom, washed up, and prepared herself mentally, expecting him to come in, but when she came out, Conrad was gone.
A mix of relief and worry washed over her. She wondered if he no longer needed her or if she wasn’t appealing enough to keep his attention.
Her fears weren’t unfounded. He’d left that night to attend a public event with an up-and-coming actress, as she later found out from the news.
Watching the report, she was on edge. Conrad was her only lifeline now-either she’d be sold off by her uncle, or she’d have to rely on Conrad.
Women he took in were untouchable in City N, feared by everyone.
Luckily, she overheard the housekeeper confirming he’d be back that night, which gave her some hope.
When he finally did return, he took one look at her and his eyes flashed with appreciation. “You’re looking… appetizing tonight.”
Back then, Lillian was like an unripe plum, trying too hard to act mature but missing the natural allure.
The second his hand gripped her waist, she stiffened instinctively.
His face darkened as he pulled away. “If you don’t want this, don’t push yourself. The door’s right there-I don’t force women.”
Her eyes welled up. She didn’t dare leave; she had nowhere to go in City N. Her family’s debt was beyond anything she could cover by working odd jobs.
Right then, Andrew entered with his men, and Lillian was escorted upstairs. From there, she could hear the man downstairs screaming.
“Conrad! Go ahead and kill me, but I’ll never beg-No!!” A gunshot silenced him.
Lillian covered her mouth, hiding behind the door, recalling the warning her father had given her back when he was still alive.
“Lillian, stay away from the Brown family, stay away from Conrad. They’re trouble.”
She closed her eyes, but who else could she go to besides the Brown family now?
The men were gone, leaving only Conrad downstairs. No one would dare approach without his command.
Lillian knew this was her chance.
If she could hold on to this man, then her family’s debts, her own safety, and her grandmother’s wellbeing would all be taken care of.
She slowly descended the staircase. There was a pool of blood on the floor, and Conrad was still casually handling the gun in his hand.
Hearing her approach, he turned and aimed his gun at her, a mocking smile on his face. “What’s this? Coming down to get yourself killed? Looking to catch a bullet?”
Just moments ago, she’d been terrified-so why was she here now? Foolish move.
She reached out with a soft hand, pressing down on his fingers, guiding his wrist down, and daringly looked up at him, her warmth against the cold muzzle of the gun. Lillian’s scent, the one that captivated him, drifted around them.
Slowly, she whispered, her lips brushing against the gun, “Yeah… Mr. Conrad, I want a taste of your… ‘bullet’.”
She saw his expression shift, intrigued. Just as she thought-this man didn’t go for passive women. He liked them bold, fiery. But he stayed put, his smirk taunting her, challenging her to take action.
Her cheeks flushed as she leaned onto his firm arm, feeling the pulse under her touch, her fingers sliding slowly along.
He grinned. “Can’t wait, can you?”
“I’m yours, Conrad… Whatever you want.”
He pulled her close, her half-unbuttoned shirt barely holding on.
He gripped her chin. “Have you ever been kissed?”