She was working as a bunny-girl in a casino when a mysterious VVIP arrived to ruin the peace in her life.
It's scary when someone like the Marquis de Gramont - ambitious, rich, and highly influential - took an interest in you.
WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.
This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.
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Chapters
Chapter 01: A Deal With The Devil
Chapter 02: Chaos and Risks
Chapter 03: He Grabbed Her
Chapter 04: Insatiable Need For Satisfaction
Chapter 05: Dark And Primal
Chapter 06: Lives In His Hands
Chapter 07: Control Over Her
Chapter 08: Wrapped Around
Chapter 09
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This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.
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Chapter Summary:
After everything he’s forced on you, don’t you deserve something back?
“Now,” he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, the command in them unmistakable, “get under the table.”
Yn stared at him, wide-eyed with shock and disbelief. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest at his audacious demand. She breathed out incredulously, “What?”
“Get under my desk,” Marquis repeated coldly yet slowly – emphasizing each word so there would be no mistake about what he expected from Yn.
A shiver ran down Yn's spine as it dawned on her what he wanted her to do next. She was terrified. Humiliation began to course through her figure as she contemplated disobeying such an order. She did not want this. She was disgusted by the thought of it.
But reality soon set in as imagination of what could happen if she refused flooded in her mind. Yn felt trapped, caught between two impossible choices. Obey and debase herself, or refuse and face his wrath. She stood frozen, unable to move, as she held a bated breath.
Marquis's gaze bore into her, hard and unrelenting. He growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Now, ma douce. I won't ask again.”
The words ma douce were foreign to her, but the way he said them sent a shiver down her spine. Even if they meant something sweet or romantic in French, his tone carried a sense of danger and caution. Like a predator whispering sweet nothings before pouncing on its prey.
Yn’s legs trembled as she slowly lowered herself to the ground, her eyes evading Marquis’ penetrating gaze. The plush carpet felt rough against her knees as she crawled forward, each movement a surrender of her dignity.
Under the desk she went, enveloped by the dark mahogany wood – a cage of his power and control. She huddled there, making herself as small as possible, praying to disappear.
Her gaze followed the Marquis as he strode towards his chair, his long legs flexing with each step. As he settled into the seat, he spread his legs wide, positioning himself directly in front of her. The chair scraped against the floor as he slid it closer, obscuring his legs under the desk and trapping her in between them. She instinctively tried to avoid any physical contact with him, feeling a sense of discomfort and unease at his close proximity.
He peered down at her, taking in the space beneath the desk where she was sitting. She must have felt his gaze because she looked up at him with big, innocent eyes. A satisfied smirk appeared on his face before he said in his usual thick French accent, “Good girl. You will be rewarded for your obedience.”
She whimpered. “Can I get up, please?”
“Not yet, ma lapine,” he replied as he caressed the top of her head affectionately. “You will stay here until I say so.”
Out of the blue, the hand that had been gently stroking her hair now grasped the back of her head and yanked her towards his lap. Yn stiffened as Marquis pulled her closer to him, her body automatically tensing up at the thought of what would happen next. His hand on the back of her head kept her in place, keeping her face close to his crotch. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, smell the musky scent of his arousal. Panic began to rise in her chest as she realised what he wanted her to do.
She looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for mercy. The Marquis met her gaze, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he savoured her helplessness. Her pleading eyes only served to inflame his desire further. He chuckled darkly, his fingers tangling in her silky hair.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” he purred, his voice dripping with mock affection. “Such an obedient little rabbit.”
His other hand moved to his belt, slowly undoing the buckle. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room, each click of the belt ratcheting up Yn's dread.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. “It's time for your reward.”
The Marquis’ hand grasped the front of his trousers, pulling them down and revealing his erect member. It stood tall and proud, heavy with desire as glistening droplets of pre-cum adorned its tip. The veins along its length pulsated with arousal, and the heat radiating from it was almost palpable. He pressed it against Yn's soft lips, smearing the sticky fluid across them.
“Suck,” he ordered, his voice a guttural growl. “Worship my cock like you love me.”
With a forceful thrust, he rammed his entire length past her parted lips and into the hot, slick cave of her mouth. Yn choked and gagged, feeling him hit the back of her throat and tears springing to her eyes from the force. But he showed no mercy, gripping her hair tighter and shoving deeper, his desire for control overpowering any concern for her comfort.
“That's it,” he groaned, his hips rocking slightly as he forced her head to bob up and down his length. “Take it all like the obedient little rabbit you are.”
The Marquis's face contorted with desire and dominance, his hand roughly gripping Yn's hair as he forced her head to move up and down on his erect member. Her tears flowed down her cheeks, creating wet trails on her flushed skin. The Marquis's cock stood tall and proud, the veins pulsating with every thrust into Yn's mouth. Her muffled sobs added to the soundtrack of his pleasure as he revelled in his control and dominance over her. The room was filled with the sounds of her choking and gagging, mixed with his guttural groans of satisfaction.
Abruptly, a succession of knocks resounded against the door. Yn's eyes widened in fear as she realised she was completely exposed to this humiliating position. She desperately looked to the Marquis, hoping for some form of mercy. The Marquis, however, merely chuckled at her terrified expression.
“Ah, it seems we have company,” he drawled, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards into a smug smile. “Don't stop, sweetheart.”
He then glanced to the door and spoke out loud, “Enter.”
Yn's body tensed as she prepared to push herself out from under the desk, but the Marquis leaned forward in his chair, pushing her further beneath the desk and shoving his cock deeper down her throat. Now she was completely hidden under his office table, shielded by the Marquis' body and chair.
The door swung open suddenly, startling Yn, who was currently occupied with the Marquis' member in her mouth. She froze, trying not to make any noise that would give away her position, afraid of being caught by whoever had entered.
“I did it, beau.”
Yn's eyes grew wider as she recognised the voice. It’s Sabrina, a fellow bunny-girl who fancied the Marquis.
With a commanding grip, the Marquis placed his hand on Yn's head and guided her up and down. The weight of his palm pressed against her scalp, silently urging her to start pleasuring him with her mouth. A mix of fear and submission furrowed her eyebrows as she looked up at him before finally giving in and complying with his demands. Her lips formed a tight seal around him as she began to suck, feeling the heavy weight of power pushing down on her.
“So, did you get anything out of him?” the Marquis asked Sabrina.
“None, just his cum,” replied Sabrina with an arrogant tone. “He just kept mentioning his wife’s name. Probably guilty that he cheated on her.”
Yn's face turned to a frown as she contemplated how Mr. Gabriel must have been feeling. She knew he loved his late wife dearly, but Sabrina had somehow convinced him to become intimate with her. It was likely that Sabrina had manipulated the situation, taking advantage of a massage to turn it into something more, just as the Marquis had instructed her to do with Mr. Gabriel.
The Marquis asked, “Did you try asking him about anything?”
His hand rested on Yn’s head, his fingers tangling in her locks as he guided her movements. Every so often, his fingers would tighten in her hair, silently urging her to move faster or deeper. Yn's face showed a mix of submission and discomfort as she complied with his commands, her lips forming a tight seal around him as she sucked. His other hand rested on the table, his grip tightening on the edge as he leaned back in his chair, enjoying the pleasure Yn was providing him.
“I did, but he said he didn’t know a single thing,” answered Sabrina.
Yn's face was focused, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked and her tongue flicking against him in all the right places. Her hands were placed on his thighs, supporting herself as she took him deeper.
The Marquis leaned his head back as he quietly harrumphed, “Hm…”
Yn tensed as she heard footsteps approaching the table. She hadn't anticipated Sabrina being so bold as to move closer to the Marquis. Yn desperately hoped that Sabrina wouldn't circle around the table and discover her servicing the Frenchman's member. Suddenly, a noise came from the desk nearby, startling Yn.
“Marquis,” Sabrina’s voice had turned seductive. “Is there anything else I can help you with? Anything?”
Yn slowed her bobbing motion on the cock and looked up at the Marquis, who was intently watching Sabrina with a raised eyebrow.
The Marquis replied, “No. You are dismissed.”
There was a moment of stillness as if Sabrina froze, astounded that she had been rejected. Then the sound of feet walking away echoed through the office, heading towards the door. Yn heard Sabrina's voice break the silence, saying, “If you ever need any help, sir, please don't hesitate to come to me. I can make sure you have an enjoyable, all-night experience.”
As the door clicked shut behind them, the room fell silent. Yn's pace in sucking the cock slowly increased as she realised there was still work to be done.
Suddenly, without warning, the Marquis slid back in his chair and stood abruptly, his cock slipping from her abused mouth. Yn gasped for air, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
But her respite was short-lived. The Marquis stepped forward, looming over her kneeling form. With brutal efficiency, he shoved his cock back into her mouth, not stopping until he felt the head lodged in her throat.
Yn's eyes were wide with fear, and her mouth was forced open, stretched around the Marquis's thick cock. Her tears mixed with the saliva and pre-cum that dripped down her chin, her face twisted in discomfort and distress. The Marquis’ hand was still tangled in her hair, controlling her movements as he roughly thrust into her mouth. The muscles in her neck strained as she struggled to accommodate his forceful thrusts, her gags turning into wet choking sounds. The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room, along with the wet slapping noises of his cock penetrating her mouth.
“Take it,” he snarled, his hips slapping against her face with each brutal thrust. “Take every inch, ma lapine.”
The Marquis’ hips moved with a frenzied rhythm, each thrust pushing his thick cock into Yn's mouth. His hands were tightly tangled in her hair, pulling her head towards him with each thrust. Yn's mouth was stretched wide open, her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock. The muscles in her throat bulged as she struggled to accommodate his forceful penetration. Her tears mixed with the drool and pre-cum that dripped down her chin, and the wet sounds of his balls slapping against her chin echoed in the room. Yn's eyes were wide with fear and pain, but she couldn't resist him as he continued to ravage her throat.
The room was filled with the wet smacking of flesh against flesh, the sound of his hips slapping against her face with each forceful thrust. The Marquis himself let out guttural grunts as he pushed deeper and deeper into her throat, his grip on her hair causing yelps of pain to intermingle with the sounds of their coupling. Yn's choked gasps and gags added to the cacophony, creating a symphony of rough and violent noises. Tears streamed down Yn's face as she tried to take in every inch he offered, her strangled cries muffled by his thick cock shoved deep into her mouth. The repeated slapping of his balls against her chin echoed through the room, a constant reminder of her helplessness and submission to the Marquis' brutal desires. And yet, despite the pain and fear in her eyes, she couldn't fight him off as he continued to ravage her throat mercilessly.
The mixture of saliva and pre-cum glistened in the dim light, dripping down her chin in thick strands and landing on the carpet below with a wet splat. The pool of bodily fluids grew larger with each thrust, staining the once pristine carpet with their mingled essence.
“I'm close,” the Marquis grunted, his hips pistoning faster. “Swallow it all.”
Yn's eyes widened in panic, her hands scrabbling at his thighs. She tried to pull away, desperate for air, but his grip on her hair was unyielding. She had no choice but to submit to his brutal face-fucking, tears streaming down her face as she choked and gagged.
The Marquis’ face contorted in pleasure as he forcefully thrust himself into Yn's mouth, his hips slamming forward and pulling back with a rhythmic motion. Yn's mouth was stretched wide open as the Marquis forced himself in, his own face contorted in ecstasy. His hand gripped her hair tightly, pulling her head closer to him. Yn's eyes were wide with fear and pain, tears streaming down her face as she struggled to take in the fullness of him. The Marquis’ cock was pulsing and throbbing, its veins protruding against Yn's lips and tongue. The cum shot out forcefully, filling her mouth and overflowing as she tried to swallow it all. Yn gagged and choked on the bitter taste.
“That's it, ma lapine,” the Marquis groaned, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum. “Drink every drop.”
Yn gagged and choked as the Marquis's cum flooded her mouth, the bitter taste overwhelming her senses. Thick, viscous ropes of semen coated her tongue and throat, making it difficult for her to swallow. She tried to pull away, desperate for air, but his grip on her hair was unyielding.
"Drink it all," the Marquis growled, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum. "Every last drop."
Yn had no choice but to obey, her throat working overtime as she tried to swallow the copious amount of semen. Some of it dribbled out the corners of her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving chest. The salty, musky taste made her stomach churn, bile rising in her throat.
The Marquis held Yn's head in place, his cock lodged deep in her throat, as he savoured the sensation of her swallowing around him. Each contraction of her throat muscles sent jolts of pleasure through his body, drawing out his climax. He groaned in ecstasy, his hips jerking with each spurt of cum down her throat.
Yn gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe around his girth. The bitter taste of his semen coated her tongue, making her want to retch. But she had no choice but to swallow, her throat working overtime to comply with his demands.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Marquis's orgasm subsided. He pulled his softening cock from Yn's abused mouth, a string of saliva and cum connecting them for a brief moment before breaking. Yn gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as she tried to clear her throat of the vile fluid.
“Good girl,” the Marquis purred, taking a few tissues from his desk to wipe his cock clean. “You swallowed every drop like I wanted you to.”
The Marquis carefully wiped his softening cock with a tissue, his movements slow and calculated. Yn remained on her knees, her face a mess of tears, saliva, and semen. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks flushed and damp. The thick white substance clung to her lips and dribbled down her chin, mixing with the tears on her face. She was still in shock from the ordeal, her body trembling as she tried to compose herself.
The Frenchman wiped his softening member clean with the tissues and reached for a few more. With a gentleness that seemed at odds with his previous brutality, he began to wipe the mess from Yn's face. He brushed away the tears, the streaks of mascara, the saliva and cum that clung to her skin.
As he cleaned her, the Marquis gazed down at Yn with adoration, almost tenderness. His look said he was pleased with her, satisfied with her performance, that she had pleased him and served her purpose.
Yn remained kneeling, her head bowed, as the Marquis tended to her. She didn't resist his ministrations, too exhausted and traumatised to do anything but comply. Her throat ached, her jaw throbbed, and the taste of his cum lingered in her mouth, a bitter reminder of what had just transpired.
When the Marquis finished, he tossed the soiled tissues aside and reached out to tilt Yn's chin up with his finger. She met his gaze, her eyes wide and haunted. There was no joy in them, no hint of pleasure or satisfaction. Only fear, pain, and a deep, simmering anger that she didn't dare express.
“As a reward, you may go home early,” the Marquis told her, his voice soft and almost gentle. He reached out, caressing her cheek with his thumb. “Or if you want, you can stay. But remember, you are forbidden to service any men. Understood?”
Yn nodded meekly; her head bowed in defeat. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, her eyes still haunted by the trauma she had just endured. Her throat ached with every swallow, a constant reminder of the violation she had suffered.
“So?” the Marquis asked, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. His thick French accent was unmistakable. “What will it be? Will you stay, or will you go home?”
“I want to go home,” she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken.
The Marquis smiled adoringly. “Very well.”
He stood up and reached out his hand towards her. She looked at it with a puzzled expression until she realised he was offering it to her. Like a gentleman. As if he had not roughly fucked her throat like a fleshlight.
Yn reached out and grasped the Marquis's proffered hand. He pulled her to her feet with surprising gentleness, his grip firm yet careful. She wobbled slightly on unsteady legs, her knees still bearing the marks of the hard floor.
To her shock, the Marquis then took a few tissues and bent down before her. With tender motions, he brushed away the dust and grime from her knees and legs, his touch feather-light against her skin. Yn stood frozen, unsure how to react to this unexpected kindness after the brutal assault on her body and dignity.
When he finished, the Marquis rose and looked at her with those piercing eyes. He simply tossed the used tissues aside and spoke to her, “Now, go home. Or would you like one of my bodyguards to bring you home safely?”
She shook her head. “No, thank you, sir.”
A smile spread across the Marquis' face as he placed both hands on her jaw, gently holding her in place. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling back to admire her once more with a pleased smile. He nodded in contentment and said, “Take care, ma lapine. Send me a message once you get home safe.”
Before Yn could comprehend what was happening, she found herself sitting on the bus, headed back to her run-down apartment. The usual commotion of her coworkers chatting and laughing surrounded her, but today, no one seemed to acknowledge her exhausted appearance. Everyone was too preoccupied with their own responsibilities in the casino and their own personal issues.
She arrived at her apartment, numb and exhausted. Barbara, her cousin who had been watching Sydney, greeted her with a concerned frown. “Yn, are you alright? You look tired.”
Yn forced a smile, not wanting to burden Barbara with the truth. “I'm fine. Just tired. Thanks for taking care of Sydney, Bar.”
After seeing her cousin out of the apartment, Rosie, her cat, padded over and nuzzled against Yn’s legs, her soft fur brushing against her ankles. Yn bent down, scratching gently behind Rosie’s ears, trying to find some small comfort in the warmth of her purrs. Rosie was blissfully unaware of her owner’s turmoil, and Yn envied her for it.
Yn went through the motions of feeding her, though her mind was still elsewhere. She filled the cat’s bowl and made her way to Sydney’s room to check on her. The small figure of her sister was curled up under the covers, fast asleep, her breathing soft and even. Sydney’s hair splayed across her pillow, and her small face held a peacefulness that seemed to ease some of Yn’s own tension. For a moment, Yn stood there, simply watching, her heart aching with a fierce protectiveness.
Her fingers brushed a strand of hair from Sydney’s forehead, careful not to wake her. She whispered, “Sweet dreams, Syd.”
With Sydney safely asleep, Yn slipped back into her own room and prepared for bed. She changed into her nightclothes, the familiar fabric a small comfort after the tension of the day. She let out a long breath as she slid under the covers, hoping to find some rest finally.
But just as her head touched the pillow, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message. The text, short and disturbingly familiar, appeared from an unknown number, but it didn’t have to tell her who it was.
“Did you get home safe, ma lapine?”
Yn froze, her fingers trembling as she stared at the message. The Marquis. It was like he was still watching her, like his presence lingered over every part of her life. For a moment, she considered ignoring it, pretending she hadn’t seen it. But she knew better. Not answering him meant risking his anger, and she couldn’t afford that – not when her family’s safety depended on her compliance.
With a shaky breath, she forced her fingers to type out a response. “Yes, sir. Thank you for your concern.”
She set the phone down, her stomach twisting with unease. She hoped that would be enough to end it for the night. But seconds later, the phone chimed again. Another message, bold and clear across the screen.
“I will be busy tonight, so I can’t sleep over or take you to my mansion. But I expect to see you tomorrow night. Don’t disappoint me.”
The words sat heavily in her chest, the “expect” as binding as any chain. She put the phone down slowly, her appetite gone, and lay back on the pillow, her mind racing with the familiar dread.
As Yn thought back to the Marquis’s last message, an odd sense of relief flickered in her mind. At least tonight, he was occupied. It meant, however briefly, that she had a night to herself, a small pocket of time to think without his shadow looming over her. It was strange, but she realised that on these rare nights when he was busy elsewhere, she felt the smallest glimpse of hope. If he wasn’t watching her every move, maybe - just maybe – she could start laying the groundwork for a plan.
Something. Anything to free herself from his grasp.
Sitting up, Yn grabbed her phone, her fingers hovering uncertainly over the screen as she tried to steady her thoughts. Where could she even begin? The idea of fighting against him felt impossible; the Marquis’s power extended into every corner of her life. He seemed untouchable, someone with influence that couldn’t be shaken.
But perhaps that was just the image he presented. Maybe there were cracks, secrets—things he didn’t want the world to know. She swallowed hard, fingers beginning to type as she searched his name.
“Vincent Bisset de Gramont.”
To her frustration, there was barely any real information about Vincent Bisset de Gramont. The few articles she found only mentioned his philanthropic gestures – donations to select companies, mostly efforts to support the arts or “improve communities.” The profiles were sparse, the details vague. And any mention of his title, “Marquis,” was treated as little more than an exotic label, a lingering remnant of French nobility without any real bearing. Nothing, absolutely nothing, hinted at the man she knew—the one who controlled her life with invisible chains.
She scrolled through yet another article that praised his contributions, his “quiet charm” and “respectable reserve,” and Yn felt a wave of irritation bubbling up in her. It was a facade, all of it. But she couldn’t tear down the walls around his reputation with frustration alone.
She leaned back, letting her mind drift. Maybe he was so careful with his image because there was something to hide. The thought brought her a sliver of hope. Men like him always had something – everyone had a weakness. Maybe his was hidden in the connections he kept out of the public eye.
With a few deep breaths, she started a different approach, digging into forums, old message boards, and anywhere that didn’t depend on mainstream news. She scanned through threads buried in obscure forums, focusing on posts from those who hinted at elite circles, the kinds of people who might cross paths with someone like the Marquis.
Eventually, she stumbled across an old post that caught her eye. One user left a cryptic, subtle comment that immediately caught Yn's eye:
“The underground world is crumbling. Thanks to Baba Yaga.”
Baba Yaga? Yn opened a new tab to search for what it meant. Boogeyman.
Yn sat still, her eyes widening in remembrance of Mr. Gabriel's words.
“There’s been a... shift. A big one. A high-ranking figure in the criminal world – one of the untouchables – was murdered. By a rogue. And everything started to fall apart. The whole network... it’s crumbling.”
She thought about it, letting the idea settle. Baba Yaga was behind the recent chaos in the syndicate. Sure, she didn’t have much to go on. But it was something. This mysterious figure – it wasn’t impossible they could be… well, good. A just and honourable person. Someone willing to stand up against the worst in this world, tearing down that dark empire from the inside.
After staring at the screen for a while, Yn felt a spark of something unfamiliar – a thin thread of hope. The “Baba Yaga” could be more than a mere myth or threat. Could this person truly be tearing apart the network of untouchable criminals? She sat back, processing the idea, her mind racing. Maybe this figure wasn't just another ghost in the criminal underworld. Maybe Baba Yaga was a vigilante. Or someone working in the shadows with the power to dismantle the syndicate piece by piece.
It was a far-off notion, but the thought refused to leave her. What if this shadowy figure could be... an ally?
She doubted herself almost immediately. After all, what did she really know about this Baba Yaga? He might have collapsed in the underworld, but he might also be a serial killer. He could possibly kill her. It felt foolish, even dangerous, to think that help could come from some unknown rogue in the criminal world.
Yn let out a heavy sigh, despair creeping in as she opened a new tab on her screen. This time, she wasn’t searching for information on the Marquis or the elusive Baba Yaga. Instead, her fingers typed in something else – a list of hotels in far-off cities, scattered across the country. She browsed through different locations, city by city, hotel by hotel. Maybe it was pointless, maybe even desperate, but if things got worse… if the Marquis grew even more possessive or dangerous… she needed a plan. A place to run, to hide. Somewhere she could take Sydney and her mother where they could be safe, even if just for a little while.
Aside from escape plans, Yn also found herself digging into something else: ways to hide her identity. She searched for anything that could help—how to alter her name, replace her information, even vanish from records altogether. Whatever it would take to keep the Marquis from tracking her down. The articles and forums she found were daunting, full of legal terms and methods that felt out of reach for someone with her limited resources.
Still, she skimmed through, taking mental notes, searching for anything that might actually be doable. Fake IDs. Disguises. She even looked into digital guides on changing up her online footprint. She needed to be careful; anything she left behind could be a breadcrumb, a hint leading back to her and, worse, back to Sydney.
After a while, it dawned on her just how hard it was to sift through all this information on her phone’s tiny screen. The small display made everything harder to read and harder to process. She needed a laptop – something bigger, faster, and more practical for her constant, quiet research. But she didn’t have one. And the thought of buying one was laughable, considering the little money she had tucked away.
Then, like a dark cloud, the Marquis’s face surfaced in her mind. Just ask him, a voice in her head suggested. Get him to buy you a laptop.
Immediately, she recoiled from the idea. No. She wouldn’t. She had fought him for so long, resisted every attempt he made to pull her closer, to buy her obedience or loyalty. Asking him for a favour now, especially something as costly as a laptop, felt wrong. It would feel like... giving in. Or worse, like using him for his money.
But as she argued with herself, another thought pushed forward, small but stubborn. After everything he’s forced on you - her mind whispered, don’t you deserve something back?
The next day, Yn found herself surprisingly free from any messages or interruptions from a certain Frenchman. She welcomed the silence, savouring each hour. It felt like she was living a slice of her old life, a day untouched by his looming shadow. She spent the morning caring for Sydney, chatting up her coworkers during her shift at the café, laughing a bit too loudly at Edric’s jokes, and letting herself relax. For once, she let herself breathe.
After work, she picked up Sydney and swung by the hospital to visit her mom, who seemed brighter that day, her face lighting up at the sight of them. It was one of those rare days Yn wanted to freeze in time, where everything felt almost… normal. But as they made their way back to the apartment, reality crept in again, reminding her of her other obligations.
The casino awaited her that evening like a haunting echo she could never escape. Yn got ready slowly, pulling herself back into that guarded version of herself, the one with calm smiles and cautious words. She made sure Sydney was settled, checking and rechecking that her cousin Barbara had everything she needed to care for the little girl. As she prepared to leave, Yn lingered at the door, pressing a gentle kiss to Sydney’s forehead before turning to Barbara with a grateful nod.
“Be safe,” Barbara called softly, concern laced in her voice. Yn forced a smile, offering her cousin a reassuring wave before stepping into the hallway.
Yn arrived at the casino and made her way to the dressing room, where the familiar scent of hairspray and powder filled the air. She went through the motions, slipping into her bunny-girl costume and sitting down in the mirror to start her makeup. Just as she was reaching for her eyeliner, her friend Emily sidled up beside her, a sly grin on her face.
“Hey,” Emily nudged her shoulder playfully. “So… what did you and the Marquis talk about last night? In his office.”
Yn’s hand stilled, her heart skipping a beat. She forced herself to keep her tone light, glancing at Emily in the mirror with a practised smile. “Oh, not much. Just some work stuff. The usual.”
Emily raised a brow, looking unconvinced. “Uh-huh. That’s all? You mean to tell me a man of royalty, a Marquis, who pulled you into his office last night, barely says a word to you outside of ‘work stuff’?”
She paused as she went to her make-up table beside her. “I thought he had dragged you into that room and made out with you. It was clear to everyone that he was jealous when he learned that you were with another VIP. He likes you that much.”
Yn shook her head incredulously. “No, I don’t think so. I don’t understand why he became angry when I was just trying to do my job.”
Emily rolled her eyes, clearly amused. “Yn, the man’s used to getting what he wants. And right now, that happens to be you. He’s probably not thrilled seeing you pay attention to anyone else, even if it’s just part of your work.”
“But he’s got his pick of women,” Yn replied, a note of frustration in her voice. “Women with power. Real status. People in his world. Not… someone like me.”
Emily leaned in closer and said with a low voice. “But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Sometimes people with all that power want the one thing they can’t have.”
Emily paused to give Yn a pointed look. “Maybe you’re the mystery he can’t solve.”
Yn fell silent, her gaze fixed on Emily as she pondered the possibility that the Marquis' possessiveness towards her was due to what Emily had just said.
With their makeup done, the bunny-girls filed out of the lounge and slipped into their roles on the casino floor, each one assuming their stations with the practiced ease of a long night ahead. Yn took her usual spot at the roulette table, pasting on a smile as she welcomed the first players of the night.
An hour into her shift, she spotted a group of men striding into the casino. Dressed in black suits and dark sunglasses, their expressions cold and unreadable, they moved with a purpose, cutting through the crowd. Every step seemed calculated as they made their way directly toward the Marquis’s office, where Chidi, the Marquis’s trusted bodyguard, was already waiting by the door.
The tension thickened as the men exchanged brief, hushed words with Chidi. Yn glanced over at Sophia, who was standing nearby, greeting patrons.
She leaned in, keeping her voice low. “Sophia, who are they?”
Sophia’s eyes followed Yn’s gaze, and a frown crossed her face. “I don’t know. But they look like trouble. But if they came here to meet with the Marquis, then I guess it’s normal. It’s his type of people.”
Yn instantly remembered that the Marquis probably had ties to the underworld of crime, so these men were probably from that kind of world too.
“It’s better not to ask, Yn,” Sophia whispered. “Better to just do your job and keep your head down.”
As Yn stood behind the roulette table, she watched as Chidi signalled for additional bodyguards to join him. He knocked on the door and swung it open, motioning for everyone to enter the Marquis' office, including the suspicious-looking men. They disappeared into the room, leaving Yn to ponder the topic of their conversation.
The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity. Yn kept herself busy, calling out bets and spinning the roulette wheel, but her mind was elsewhere, lingering on that door and the people hidden behind it.
Finally, after what felt like an hour of suspense, the office door opened. Slowly. Too slowly. Yn’s heart was in her throat as she tried to act casual, pretending to be deeply interested in the game in front of her, but she couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting to the scene unfolding across the room.
The suspicious men came out first, still dressed in their sharp, dark suits, but there was a change in their demeanour. They were talking amongst themselves, quick, hushed words that Yn couldn’t make out, and their expressions were grim. Serious. Chidi followed them, murmuring something to one of the guards before stepping aside. And then, the Marquis appeared.
He was calm, almost eerily so. His suit was immaculate, not a hair out of place, but there was a sharpness to his gaze that hadn’t been there before. He looked around, scanning the room until his eyes landed on Yn. She felt a chill run down her spine. It was as if he could see right through her, right into the thoughts she was trying to suppress.
Out of nowhere, the Marquis raised his hand, a simple but unmistakable gesture, beckoning her to come to him. Yn's pulse quickened. For a moment, she froze, her feet glued to the spot, as if unsure whether to obey or pretend she hadn’t seen him. But there was no avoiding it. Not with those eyes on her. She took a breath, forcing a calm she didn’t feel, and quickly waved over another bunny-girl to cover her spot at the roulette table.
As she made her way across the floor, weaving through the crowd, her mind raced. What did he want? Why now, right after that meeting? She approached him slowly, trying to keep her steps steady, even though her heart was pounding.
“Yes, sir?” she said, her voice coming out softer than she intended.
The Marquis smiled. He stepped closer, and before she could react, he reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering for just a second too long. It was a simple gesture, almost intimate. The way his presence seemed to command her attention, her compliance.
“So good to see you,” he murmured, his tone smooth as if they were simply exchanging pleasantries. “I have a task for you. Come.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he turned on his heel and began walking toward the office, expecting her to follow without question. She hesitated for a split second, but then her feet moved, trailing after him.
The Marquis pushed the door open and stepped inside, holding it for her to follow. Yn’s breath hitched as she crossed the threshold, her eyes darting around the room. Not one thing was amiss. He closed the door behind them with a soft click. For a moment, neither of them spoke. He just stood there, studying her, as if trying to decide something. Yn shifted under his gaze, feeling small, exposed.
“Yn,” he said finally, his voice low, almost gentle. “I need you to do something for me tonight.”
“What is it, sir?” she asked softly.
“Sit down on the table.”
Puzzled, she glanced over at the massive mahogany table that dominated the room. It was littered with paperwork, a half-empty decanter of brandy, and a touch of dust in the corners. Surely, he didn't mean for her to sit on that?
She walked over to the table and gingerly hoisted herself up onto it, wincing as she upset a small stack of papers. The Marquis strode towards her in haste and said, “Wait.”
He wrapped one arm around her waist and swiftly cleared the table with his other hand to make sure she wouldn't sit on anything. As he moved closer to her, their faces almost touched. When he finished, he turned to face her with a smirk and asked in his thick French accent, “Are you comfortable?”
Yn could only avert her gaze to the side and nodded, “Mm-hmm.”
She was stuck perched on the edge of the mahogany table, her feet dangling above the ground. The Marquis stood before her; his hands went to rest firmly on the surface of the desk on either side of her hips. His face was close to hers, a small smirk playing on his lips as he looked down at her. The room was dimly lit, casting intimate shadows across their faces. Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she realised she was trapped between his hands and the intimidatingly large desk behind her.
“If it’s just us two together in a room,” the Marquis said, raising one hand to remove the mask on Yn’s face, “you can remove your mask.”
Yn did not have to do anything as the Marquis himself took off her mask and tossed it behind him without a glance. Her entire face was now revealed to him and that made her feel somewhat bashful, suddenly aware of her vulnerability and shyness.
Out of nowhere, he gently placed his hand on her chin and lifted her face towards his. She was unable to resist as he slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. She stiffened, her eyes widening in surprise, and his warm breath, mixed with a hint of brandy, brushed against her skin.
His kiss was firm but gentle, demanding yet almost tender, a stark contrast to his usual cold, commanding demeanour. His thumb stroked her cheek idly as if to reassure her. It contrasted sharply with the intensity of their situation, and it took Yn a moment to comprehend what was happening.
As his kisses ran down her neck, she finally found it in herself to speak up, “Sir, you said… you have a task for me…?”
“Yes,” he answered breathily as he laid kisses around her neck. “Your task is to stay still.”
His lips made soft, featherlight noises as they travelled down her neck and along her collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses that sounded like tiny pops as they connected with her skin. Yn's breath hitched as she tried to hold back a soft sigh, her heart pounding in her ears in time with the gentle rhythm of his movements. She could also hear the slight rustle of his clothes as he leaned closer, his touch sending small shivers down her spine. It was a symphony of sensations, one that left Yn's mind in a blissful haze, to her surprise.
“I’m glad,” she heard the Marquis say. “You still wear the necklace I gave you. I assume you love it.”
His fingers trailed down her neck, tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. Yn shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin despite the warmth of the room. She could feel his breath, hot and heavy, against her throat as he worked his way lower.
Lower and lower, until his lips brushed the swell of her breasts, peeking out from the low-cut bodice of her costume. Yn inhaled sharply, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. This was wrong, so wrong. She had never given him permission to touch her like this, to take such liberties with her body.
But she couldn't deny the way her heart raced, the way her skin tingled wherever he touched. It was a traitorous response, one that filled her with shame and confusion. How could her body betray her like this, responding to the attention of the man who forced himself on her again and again in the past? She wanted to hate him.
The Marquis’ hands slid around to her back, fingers splaying across her skin as he pulled her closer. Yn squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the sensation of his touch, the scent of his cologne filling her nostrils.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, stop.”
But the Marquis ignored her, his mouth trailing lower, lower until his teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above the neckline of her costume. Yn gasped, her back arching involuntarily.
It was too much, too fast. She felt like she was drowning, suffocating under the weight of the Marquis’ attentions. Her mind screamed at her to fight, to push him away, but her body wanted to drown more in this pleasure.
Instead, she sat there, trembling and helpless, as the Marquis continued his relentless assault on her senses. Each brush of his lips, each nip of his teeth, sent sparks of unwanted pleasure coursing through her veins.
The Marquis grasped the neckline of her bunny-girl outfit and tugged it lower, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Before Yn could even think to protest, he had latched onto one rosy nipple, sucking it into his mouth with a ravenous intensity.
“Ah!” Yn cried out, her back arching at the sudden sensation. It was too much, too fast. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of unwanted pleasure, her body betraying her at every turn.
The next thing she knew, she was on her back on the table. The Marquis lavished attention on her breasts, his tongue swirling around each sensitive peak. He bit down gently, sending jolts of pain-tinged ecstasy shooting through her nerves. Yn's hands flew up to grip his shoulders, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
It was wrong, so wrong. But God help her, it felt good. Too good.
The slurping, suckling sounds of the Marquis' mouth and tongue exploring every inch of her exposed skin rang in Yn's ears, a mix of pleasure and discomfort. The occasional moan or grunt escaped his lips, accompanied by the sound of Yn's sharp intake of breath or a whimper. The bite on her nipples elicited a faint gasp followed by a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as the Marquis continued his relentless assault on her senses. She could feel herself growing wet, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests.
Shame burned through her veins, hot and acrid. How could she let this happen? How could she allow this man, this monster, to violate her in such a way?
The Marquis pulled away from Yn’s breasts, leaving them glistening with his saliva. His eyes, dark with lust, travelled down her body, lingering on the curve of her hips. With a wicked grin, he hooked his fingers into the panty-shaped bottom of the bunny-girl costume and tugged it aside, exposing her thin panties.
Yn’s breath caught in her throat as the cool air hit her heated skin. She squirmed on the table, trying in vain to maintain some modesty, but the Marquis simply laughed at her efforts. He hooked his fingers into the centre of her panties and pulled them aside, revealing her most intimate parts to his hungry gaze.
“No,” Yn whispered, shaking her head in denial. “Please, don't...”
But her pleas fell on deaf ears as the Marquis lowered his head, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. Yn gasped as his tongue made contact, a jolt of unwanted pleasure shooting through her core.
He licked and sucked at her folds, his fingers spreading her open wider. Yn's hands flew to his hair, torn between pushing him away and holding him in place. It was too much, too intense. She could feel herself growing wetter, her body responding to his touch despite her mind's protests.
The wet, lewd sounds of the Marquis's mouth eagerly feasting on Yn's most private area echoed throughout the room, mingling with her soft moans and whimpers of pleasure and discomfort. Each slurp and suck was like a symphony of forbidden desire, suffocating any rational thoughts or protests Yn tried to make. The sound was both arousing and repulsive, a twisted melody that consumed both of their senses. It was wrong, so wrong, but she was powerless to stop it.
Just as she teetered on the brink, the Marquis pulled away, leaving her desperate and wanting. He grinned up at her, his lips shiny with her essence.
“Not yet, ma lapine,” he purred, his French accent thick with desire. “We're just getting started.”
With that, he dove back between her legs, his tongue delving deep into her folds. Yn cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily as he lapped at her most sensitive spots. It was too much, too intense. She could feel herself teetering on the brink of release, only for the Marquis to pull away at the last second, leaving her desperate and wanting.
He repeated the process again and again, edging her to the point of madness. Yn's body was on fire, every nerve screaming for more. But still, she fought against it, clinging to the last vestiges of her sanity.
“Please,” she whimpered, tears streaming down her face. “Please, stop. I can't take it anymore.”
But the Marquis just grinned, his lips and chin shiny with her essence. “Beg me, Yn. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fill you.”
Yn shook her head frantically, even as her body betrayed her, aching for his touch. She sobbed, “No. No, I won't. I don’t want that.”
The Marquis's eyes narrowed, his grip on her thighs tightening. He growled, “You will. You will beg for it, and you will enjoy every second of it. Deep down, you know you want this. You finally want me.”
And with that, he surged forward, his tongue spearing into her core as his fingers rubbed mercilessly at her clit. The Marquis continued his relentless assault on Yn's senses, his tongue delving deep into her folds, his fingers rubbing mercilessly at her clit. Again and again, he brought her to the brink of release, only to pull away at the last second, leaving her crying.
Yn thrashed on the table, sobbing. “Please. Please, stop. I can't take it anymore.”
But the Marquis just grinned, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. He doubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around her sensitive bud, his fingers pumping in and out of her dripping core. Yn's back arched off the table, a moan tearing from her throat as another orgasm was nearing, but the Marquis withdrew again before she could explode.
It was too much, too intense. She was drowning in sensation, in the wrongness of it all. And yet, even as her mind recoiled, her body craved more. More of his touch, more of his attention, more of the forbidden pleasure he offered.
Yn whimpered, even as her hips bucked against his face, “Give it to me. Please!”
But the Marquis was relentless and adamant. He licked and sucked and fingered her until she was a writhing, sobbing mess. Her body was on fire, every nerve screaming for release.
That’s when she recalled what Emily told her a few hours ago.
“I thought he had dragged you into that room and made out with you. It was clear to everyone that he was jealous when he learned that you were with another VIP. He likes you that much.”
“He likes you that much.”
Does he?
“Fine!” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “Please, fuck me. Fill me. I need it. I need you.”
The words tasted bitter on her tongue, a betrayal of everything she stood for. But in that moment, lost in a haze of unwanted pleasure, Yn knew she would do anything, say anything, just to make it stop. To find some measure of relief from the torment of the Marquis' touch.
The Marquis's triumphant laughter echoed in the room as he loomed over Yn's trembling form. With a wicked grin, he crashed his lips against hers, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth and into the warm recesses of her mouth. To his surprise, Yn responded eagerly, her own tongue tangling with his in a heated dance.
The Marquis growled into the kiss, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt. He needed to be inside her, to claim her, to make her his. With a swift tug, he freed his throbbing cock, the thick length bobbing heavily between their bodies.
Yn's eyes widened as she felt the heat of him pressing against her slick folds. This was it. The moment she had been dreading, the moment she had been fighting against, but also the moment she had been begging for. Even as her mind recoiled, her body also seemed to welcome his intrusion.
The Marquis broke the kiss, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts. His voice was low and dangerous as he purred, “You want this, don't you? You want me to fuck you, to fill you until you're screaming my name.”
With tears rolling down her cheeks, Yn nodded her head, her hips canted upwards, seeking his touch. Her voice was small and broken as she whimpered, “Yes, please! Fill me, sir!”
With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her walls to the point of pain. However, it also filled her in the most pleasurable, gratifying way. Yn cried out, her back arching off the table as he began to move, his hips snapping against hers in a brutal rhythm.
It was too much, too intense. Yn could feel every inch of him, could feel the way he pulsed and throbbed inside her. And despite everything, despite the shame and the guilt and the wrongness of it all, she could feel herself responding, her body welcoming his invasion even as her mind screamed in protest.
The Marquis's thick, throbbing cock was buried deep inside Yn's slick, tight folds. His hips moved in a brutal rhythm, snapping against her with each thrust. Yn’s back was arched off the table, her body fully exposed to his powerful movements. Her hands were laid on the table beside her head. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up at him, her eyes filled with both pleasure and pain. Her pussy juices coated his cock and flowed freely as he relentlessly pounded into her. Her breasts bounced up and down her body with each pounding.
Yn's breasts heaved with each powerful thrust, rising and falling with the rhythm of the Marquis's hips. Her nipples were flushed and hard, her skin glistening with sweat in the candlelight. They jiggled and bounced, almost mesmerising in their movements. Their size and fullness were emphasised by the force of his movements, and Yn couldn't help but feel a mix of pleasure and pain each time they bounced against her body.
Yn's legs were spread wide, her toes curling in pleasure as she felt the Marquis's forceful movements. Her skin was flushed and slick with sweat in the dim candlelight, the muscles in her thighs tensing with each thrust. Her legs swayed back and forth, following the merciless rhythm of his hips as he took her.
The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with Yn's sharp cries and the Marquis's low grunts, filled the room. The creaking of the table and the rattling of the objects on top of it added to the symphony of pleasure and desire. The wet sounds of their bodies joining and separating, slick with sweat and juices, echoed off the walls, creating a primal melody that consumed them both. Through it all, the heavy breathing and guttural moans of pleasure from both Yn and the Marquis could be heard, intensifying with each powerful thrust.
The Marquis, driven by an insatiable lust, maintained his brutal pace, his hips snapping against Yn's with each powerful thrust. The room was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, mingling with Yn's sharp cries of pleasure and pain.
“Take it, ma lapine,” the Marquis growled, his voice rough with desire. “Take my cock. Take everything I give you.”
Yn could only sob in response, her body shaking with the force of his thrusts. She could feel him everywhere, could feel the way he stretched and filled her, the way he claimed her so completely. It was wrong, so wrong, but in that moment, lost in a haze of sensation, she couldn't bring herself to care.
The Marquis's hands roamed over Yn's body, gripping her hips, her thighs, and her breasts. He pinched and tugged at her nipples, sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through her core. Yn's back arched, a scream tearing from her throat as he hit a spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
“Please,” she begged, though she wasn't even sure what she was asking for. “Please, more. More!”
The words tasted like sin on her tongue, but Yn was too far gone to care. All that mattered was the feeling of the Marquis inside her, the way he made her body sing with pleasure even as her mind recoiled in shame.
And so she surrendered to it, to him, letting the Marquis take her in the most primal way possible. Her body was his to use, his to claim, his to ruin. And as the pleasure built to an unbearable crescendo, she knew she could finally get it. She could finally cum!
The Marquis's thrusts grew erratic, his hips slamming against Yn's with a force that shook the table beneath them. Yn could feel the tension coiling in his body, could sense the impending release that hovered just out of reach.
“Cum for me,” the Marquis growled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Cum on my cock. Now.”
And then, with a final, brutal thrust, Yn's world shattered. Pleasure exploded through her body, so intense it bordered on pain. Her back arched off the table, her mouth open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her in wave after wave of ecstasy.
The Marquis's expression contorted in pleasure; his eyes tightly shut as he reached climax. His fingers dug into Yn's hips, leaving red marks on her skin as he pulled her flush against him. His cock pulsated and throbbed inside her, spilling his seed deep within her womb. Yn could feel the hot rush of his release, could feel the way it filled her, claimed her, marked her as his own.
The room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing, the only indication of their end of recent fucking. The Marquis and Yn remained locked together, their bodies still trembling from the intense climax they had just shared. The sound of skin sliding against skin could be heard as they tried to catch their breath, with the occasional low groan escaping from the Marquis’ lips. And then, as the moment stretched on, the soft sound of nuzzling could be heard as the Marquis buried his face in Yn’s hair, breath hot against her neck as he showed his affection for her.
“Mine,” he whispered, his voice low and possessive. “All mine.”
Yn heard it. She heard it all, even if he whispered. He sounded so possessive and so obsessive. So smitten. Emily’s words rang in her head.
“He likes you that much.”
She remembered a part of her had once told her. Get him to buy you a laptop. After everything he’s forced on you, don’t you deserve something back?
“I…” you spoke up, attracting the Frenchman’s attention.
In his weariness, he gently lifted himself off of you, yet still close enough to feel his warmth. He placed his hands on either side of your head and leaned in, towering over you with an intimate intensity. His gaze was filled with desire as he looked at you with a pair of bedroom eyes.
“What is it?” he asked.
You stared at him in silence, wondering if it was okay to ask him for something. Would he get angry? Would he look at you in disgust? Would he see you as an opportunistic and materialistic bitch?
“Say it, ma lapine,” he told you.
His sweet nickname for you convinced you to do it.
“I want… a laptop,” you meekly said. “That’s all…”
The Marquis's eyes glinted in realisation at Yn's request. Yn, the woman who had resisted him a lot in the past, just asked him for something. She had seen him as a provider. A reliable, dependable man to provide her with anything. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his features.
“A laptop, hmm?” he mused, his fingers trailing lightly over Yn's cheek. “And what do you intend to do with this laptop?”
Yn swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was treading on dangerous ground, that the Marquis was not a man to be trifled with. But something about the way he looked at her, the possessive glint in his eye, made her feel that she could do this.
“I... I want to do more,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to learn more on the Internet. It would be convenient for me and my family.”
The Marquis’ smile widened, his hand cupping Yn's chin and tilting her face up towards his own. “Oh, ma petite. You have no idea how pleased I am to hear you ask me that.”
He leaned down, his lips brushing against Yn's in a tender kiss. It was a stark contrast to the brutal passion they had shared mere moments before, but no less intense for its gentleness.
“Of course, you shall have your laptop,” the Marquis breathed against her mouth. “And anything else you desire. You have but to ask, ma lapine. I have the money to provide you with everything.”
You glanced up at the magnificent ceiling above you, your thoughts empty as his words slowly sank in. Then, one thought surfaced in your mind.
You got him wrapped around your finger.
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The Marquis finally coerced her to return to the casino. However, what would happen when a VIP requested her service privately?
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, the room was bathed in a soft, golden glow. Yn’s eyes flickered open, and for a fleeting second, peace washed over her. She could almost forget. Almost. But reality crashed in swiftly, the weight of it smothering the brief tranquility. The Marquis lay behind her, his arm draped across her like a chain.
Her heart sank.
The air felt thick, oppressive, as though his mere presence poisoned every breath she took. She shifted slowly, careful not to stir him. Her body, stiff with discomfort, recoiled from the memory of the night before. Silently, she slipped from the bed.
Standing, she fought the urge to shudder.
She wandered to the window. Parting the curtains just a fraction, she gazed out at the morning sky. It was beautiful. Pale streaks of pink and orange bled into the horizon. But her heart, heavy with turmoil, barely registered the view.
A glance back at the bed. He was still asleep. Her resentment flared like a slow-burning fire. She despised him – his power over her, his manipulation, his arrogance. He had taken everything. Her freedom. Her choices.
But she couldn't show it. Not yet. Any slip, any sign of defiance, and it would spell disaster. Not just for her, but for her family. The consequences were too great, the stakes too high. So, she swallowed her anger.
With a deep breath, she got ready for the day. Quietly, she gathered her things. Slipping out of the room, Yn left the Marquis behind. She knew better than to wake him. For now, she had to bide her time and wait for the right moment to make her move. Today was not that day. He was dangerous, too cunning to make a mistake around. She couldn't afford to let her guard down.
First, she went to check on Sydney. She found her younger sister still wrapped in her blanket, a soft smile on her face, caught in a happy dream. Yn lingered for a moment. That innocent smile – it was the one thing in her life that gave her hope. She quietly closed the door and moved to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
The scent of eggs and toast filled the small apartment, and soon enough, Sydney emerged from her room, eyes bleary but filled with that sweet, childlike innocence Yn was so desperate to protect.
“Good morning, sissy!” Sydney chirped, rubbing her eyes as she padded into the kitchen, her face lighting up at the smell of food.
“Morning, sweetie,” Yn replied, forcing a smile.
As she set the plates on the table, she hesitated. What about the Marquis? Part of her wanted to leave him out, to send a silent message that she wouldn’t be controlled, that she still had some semblance of power in her own home. But the fear crept back in. The consequences of such defiance? They were too high.
With a deep sigh, Yn set a third plate for him. Her stomach twisted in knots as she did so. Sydney cocked her head to the side and asked innocently, “Is the prince still with us?”
The title her sister used cutting through her like a blade. Prince? The very word dripped with irony. There was nothing princely about him – at least not in the way a child would think. But how could she explain that to Sydney? She couldn’t shatter her illusions, not yet.
Yn mustered a weak smile, choosing her words carefully. “Yes, Syd. He’s our guest.”
Sydney beamed, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and returned to her breakfast, blissfully unaware of the storm that churned beneath the surface. Yn, however, couldn’t shake the unease. It sat in her chest like a stone, heavy and unmoving. She kept her movements steady, trying to appear calm, though every second felt like the tension in the room was growing, thickening the air around her.
Then, after what felt like an eternity, the Marquis finally emerged from the bedroom.
The room seemed to shrink as his presence filled it. Yn's heart kicked against her ribs. He moved with a lazy confidence, the kind that only came from someone who knew they held all the power. Carelessly unbuttoned at the collar, his white shirt revealed a glimpse of his chest. Black pants hung perfectly on his tall frame, and though his hair was slightly tousled, it was clear he had paid just enough attention to his appearance.
Dominance. That was the only word to describe it. His mere presence dominated the space, like gravity itself had shifted in his direction.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth, dripping with the ease of someone who had slept well. He slid into a chair, his gaze landing briefly on Yn before settling on Sydney.
“Good morning, prince!” Sydney greeted with a radiant grin, utterly oblivious to the undercurrents swirling around her.
“Morning,” Yn murmured, barely above a whisper, her voice tight in her throat. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze.
In her usual way, Sydney broke the silence with her innocent questions, her curiosity bubbling over. “Did you have a nice sleep?”
The Marquis chuckled softly. He looked at Sydney with an almost amused glint in his eye. “Yes, little mademoiselle. Your sister was very welcoming and hospitable.”
His tone dripped with layers of meaning that only Yn could detect.
She stiffened. It took everything in her to keep her face blank and her hands from trembling as she reached for a glass of water. She knew exactly what he was doing – asserting his power in front of Sydney, weaving his control into even the most innocent of moments.
But Sydney didn’t notice. She giggled and her eyes shone with pride. “Sissy is the best! She always makes sure everything’s perfect.”
“Indeed,” the Marquis said smoothly, his gaze sliding back to Yn, a knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “She takes great care of me.”
Yn swallowed hard; her throat dry. She wanted to scream. Wanted to throw something, tell him to leave and never come back. But she couldn’t. Not yet. The walls were closing in, and Sydney’s bright face kept her anchored. It kept her from breaking.
Once he swallowed a spoonful of his breakfast, the Marquis continued, his voice smooth and calculated. “But it saddens me to see you two live like this. If you want, you and your sister are welcome to stay at my mansion anytime you like.”
Yn’s stomach twisted at his words. She knew exactly what he was doing. An invitation wrapped in the guise of kindness, but the truth lay beneath it: control. Her gaze shot to him, sharp and full of warning. Her glare was meant to send a message, to make him understand that bringing Sydney into his world was out of the question.
But the Marquis merely smiled, his eyes locking onto hers with a dangerous glint. A challenge. He saw her resistance, and it only seemed to amuse him.
The rest of breakfast dragged on. Yn kept her responses short, barely offering more than a nod or a non-committal hum. She needed to keep her distance, both physically and emotionally. The last thing she could afford was to be drawn into his web, no matter how alluring his offers sounded.
But Sydney, completely unaware of the tension swirling between the adults, hung on the Marquis’s every word. Her wide, innocent eyes sparkled as he told stories of grand halls, gardens that stretched for acres, and rooms filled with treasures. Yn could see the excitement building in her sister, making her stomach churn even more.
She clenched her fists under the table, fighting the frustration and helplessness bubbling inside. How could she protect Sydney from the Marquis’s influence without revealing too much? If she spoke out, if she showed even a hint of defiance, he could retaliate. And she couldn’t risk that. Not when they were so deeply entwined in his game.
So, she smiled. She pretended. Just like she always did.
As breakfast ended, the Marquis dabbed his mouth with a napkin, his movements slow and deliberate. He leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving Yn. “Thank you for the breakfast.”
Yn nodded stiffly, not trusting herself to speak. She kept her eyes down, focusing on clearing the plates.
The atmosphere in the small apartment shifted abruptly as a series of muffled knocks echoed through the narrow hallway. The sound was soft, almost hesitant, yet it carried a weight that set Yn’s nerves on edge. It was the kind of knock that didn’t belong on a quiet morning like this.
The Marquis’s brow arched as his attention flicked toward the door. A flicker of something – curiosity or annoyance – passed over his face before he muttered in his low, accented voice, “It must be him.”
Something in the way he said it, the ease with which the words fell, made Yn’s skin crawl. He rose smoothly from his chair, his movements fluid, his clothing draping elegantly over his tall frame.
Yn’s eyes followed him, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t like this. Not one bit. Who was it? What did they want?
She instinctively moved closer to Sydney, placing a protective hand on her sister’s shoulder. Sydney, oblivious, was still humming softly to herself, engrossed in her teddy bear.
The Marquis reached the door and turned the handle. Standing on the other side was Chidi, the Marquis’s loyal bodyguard. His expression, as always, was unreadable. Stoic. The man was built like a fortress, solid and imposing, yet his movements were precise and controlled. Even now, his posture spoke volumes – ready, alert, as though prepared for whatever threat might come his way.
The Marquis exchanged hushed words with Chidi in rapid French. Yn strained to catch even a sliver of their conversation, her ears almost aching with the effort to understand. But the language barrier left her feeling helpless. What were they discussing?
As the conversation between the two men came to an end, the Marquis turned his gaze back toward Yn and Sydney. His eyes lingered on Yn a moment too long. It made her skin crawl.
“I’m afraid I must take my leave,” he said.
Before Yn could fully comprehend what was happening, the Marquis closed the distance between them in just a few strides. His sudden approach caught her off guard, and for a moment, she stood frozen, her body stiff with uncertainty. She didn’t know what to expect. But the look in his eyes told her it wouldn’t be good.
And it wasn’t.
In one swift, shocking move, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was brief, but it caught her off guard. It wasn’t affection – it was possession. Pure and simple. A calculated display of dominance that sent an icy chill down her spine.
Yn’s entire body tensed, her hands trembling at her sides. It was over as quickly as it had begun, but the stain of it lingered on her lips, filling her with revulsion.
As he pulled away, his eyes locked onto hers, a satisfied smirk curling at the edges of his mouth.
“Don’t forget about tonight,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with a menace that made her skin crawl.
Yn’s heart stuttered in her chest as his words sank in. Tonight. She knew exactly what he meant. The reminder slammed into her like a blow. The casino. The bunny-girl costume.
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and left the apartment, the door clicking shut behind him. His departure left a vacuum, an uncomfortable emptiness that filled the room, thick and suffocating. The air felt heavier. Everything did.
Yn stood there; still, her mind racing to catch up with the flood of emotions that had overwhelmed her. Fear. Anger. Helplessness. And beneath it all, a burning desire to break free. But how? She couldn’t see a way out. Not yet. Not with the Marquis holding all the cards. Not with her mother and Sydney to protect.
Unaware of the tension swirling around her, Sydney looked up at Yn with wide, innocent eyes. “Is the prince coming back, sissy?”
Yn forced a weak smile, which felt more like a grimace beneath the surface. “I’m not sure, sweetie. But for now, let’s... go back to normal, okay?”
Normal. The word tasted bitter on her tongue. What was normal anymore? Their lives had been upended, twisted into something unrecognizable since the Marquis had forced his way into it. But for Sydney’s sake, she had to pretend. Keep the darkness at bay just a little longer.
She took Sydney to the park that afternoon. They laughed and played, and for brief moments, Yn lost herself in Sydney’s joy. Her little sister’s laughter was like a balm, easing the raw fear gnawing at her insides. But even then, the weight of what awaited her that evening hung over her like a storm cloud, casting a shadow over every smile, every carefree moment.
As the sun dipped lower, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Yn’s heart began to race. She had to return to the casino. The Marquis’s demand weighed heavy on her, pulling her back into that world she had fought so hard to escape. But there was no running from it now – not with her mother’s safety on the line.
Back at the apartment, Yn prepared dinner, her hands moving mechanically. She couldn’t let Sydney see her anxiety, couldn’t let her little sister feel the weight of the impending night. Sydney, so innocent, didn’t deserve any of this.
Once dinner was done, Yn excused herself and stepped into the bedroom to make a call. Yn called Barbara again, asking her to care for Sydney for the night. Barbara was surprised since it had been a while since she needed this kind of help. When she asked Yn what she would do that evening, Yn said she had some personal business to attend to.
Once Sydney was settled in with Barbara, Yn finally left the apartment. The evening air was cool and refreshing as she made her way towards the casino. As she approached the imposing building, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
As Yn entered the staff lounge room, every staff member was dumbstruck to see her. The news of her supposed resignation had spread like wildfire, and her reappearance was met with astonishment and curiosity. Her close friends at work – Emily, Emma, Amelia, and Sophia – rushed to her side, each eager to know what was happening.
Eyes wide with surprise, Emily was the first to speak, “Yn, we thought you had quit! What are you doing here?”
Yn smiled, trying to maintain her composure. She didn't want to reveal too much, so she replied vaguely, “I had some matters to attend to, but I'll be back for a while.”
Emma couldn't hold back her curiosity. “But why did you quit all of a sudden?”
Yn took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding, “I... I had my reasons, but things have changed. I guess I'm not ready to leave just yet.”
Amelia, ever the empathetic one, touched Yn's arm gently, “Are you okay, Yn? Did something happen?”
“It's nothing, really. Just some personal matters to sort out.”
With a knowing glint in her eyes, Sophia tilted her head. “Hmm. Well, you know we've got your back, right? Whatever it is, we're here for you.”
Yn felt a surge of gratitude towards her friends. “Thank you, Sophia. I appreciate it.”
“But you didn't have to come back, though.”
They all turned their gazes to Sabrina, approaching them with her arms crossed over her chest. Her nose was in the air, and she looked at Yn with a condescending stare, as if she were a pest in her way. “We were doing fine here. You should stay on your word about quitting.”
Yn frowned at her sudden display of hostility towards her. Emily was the one who spoke up, “Oh, shut up, Sabrina. You were hoping the Marquis would turn to you after she left?”
Sabrina's face flushed with anger. “Don't be ridiculous, Emily. I think it's strange that Yn suddenly decides to come back after causing such a big scene here.”
Yn's eyes blinked in puzzlement. “A big scene? What?”
Amelia shook her head. “It's nothing, Yn.”
Sophia intervened, trying to smooth things over. “Yeah, don't pay any attention to Sabrina. She's just jealous that you got the Marquis' attention.”
Yn frowned, still not fully understanding what had transpired in her absence. Suddenly feeling guilty that her departure had caused such a stir, she said, “I didn't mean to cause any trouble.”
Emily reassured her, “It's not your fault, Yn. Sabrina is just being petty.”
Sabrina scoffed. “I'm not being petty! I don't like people who make a big fuss and then change their minds. It's annoying.”
Emily looked at Sabrina pointedly. “Yn is entitled to change her mind if she wants to. It's her life and her decision.”
Yn took a deep breath, trying to stay composed. She didn't want to argue with Sabrina, mainly when her mind was preoccupied with the Marquis and her predicament.
“Look, I didn't mean to cause any trouble,” Yn said firmly but calmly. “I have reasons for returning, and I hope you can respect that.”
Sabrina huffed, clearly unsatisfied with Yn's response, but she didn't press further. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away, muttering under her breath.
The tension eased as Sabrina left, and Emily immediately spoke to her, “Don't mind her, Yn. She's just worried that now you're back, the Marquis will only look at you and not her.”
Sophia said, “Yeah, she was trying hard to get his attention when you were gone.”
Emma apprised Yn, “That first night when we all found out about your resignation, most of us had left after finishing our shift, but Sabrina stayed back, and I saw her try to enter the Marquis' office in her bunny costume. But the bodyguards then yanked her out of the room. It was amusing!”
Yn couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the image of Sabrina's failed attempt to get the Marquis's attention.
“Well, I guess she's determined,” Yn said, trying to lighten the mood.
Amelia grinned, “Determined or desperate, which one?”
Emily commented, “Desperate.”
Yn shook her head, still finding it hard to believe that her absence had caused such a stir. “I never imagined my resignation would cause so much drama.”
Emily reassuringly touched Yn's shoulder, “Don't worry about it. We're just glad to have you back.”
“Thanks,” Yn said sincerely, feeling a warmth in her heart. She was grateful for her friends' support and understanding.
“Come on, get ready, girl,” said Emily as she pulled Yn towards the latter's previous makeup table, “No one took your desk after you resigned.”
As Yn sat down at her old makeup table, a wave of mixed emotions washed over her. Returning to this space felt strange, surrounded by the soft buzz of chatter and the clatter of heels on the tile. On the one hand, she was grateful for her friends’ warmth and support, as if they were a small lifeline in this oppressive environment. But on the other hand, the weight of the Marquis’s control pressed down on her, heavy and unrelenting. She was back here not by choice but because she had been coerced. She had no way out.
Her fingers moved automatically, picking up the makeup brush and dipping it into powder. She began the process of transforming, painting on the familiar bunny-girl persona like armor. Layer after layer, she covered her natural face with the mask of someone who smiled, laughed, flirted – played the part perfectly. Her friends helped her, zipping up the tight costume, adjusting the fit, and joking lightly to ease the tension.
But none of them could ease what lay in her heart.
Once the makeup was done, Yn stood before the mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back at her. She looked polished and perfect – precisely how she was expected to look. Yet, beneath it all, she felt hollow.
Emily grinned as she handed Yn a black mask. “Don’t forget this.”
Yn took the mask, its meaning heavier than the simple piece of fabric it was. She tied it around her face, covering her nose and mouth, the final touch of her disguise.
As the soft fabric settled, Yn felt a slight sense of relief. At least with the mask, there was a barrier between her and the invasive eyes that would soon be watching her. But the mask couldn’t protect her from the real danger – the Marquis.
“Let’s go,” Emily said, pulling Yn out of her thoughts and toward the door.
The women left the changing room, their heels clicking against the floor as they made their way into the buzzing, neon-lit heart of the casino. The sound of slot machines, the low murmur of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air, but Yn barely registered it. She felt as though she were walking through a fog.
Yn took her place behind the roulette table. The game was already in full swing, and she immediately slipped into her role, spinning the wheel and calling out the results in a practised professional tone.
As Yn presided over the roulette table, her hands moved deftly, spinning the wheel with practised ease. Each spin of the wheel, each call of the winning number, was mechanical. Her mind was somewhere else—locked in a place where the weight of the Marquis's threats loomed large. But she couldn’t let it show. Not here. Not now. She had to stay focused, had to maintain the illusion that everything was under control.
Then, something caught her attention. A man approached, well-dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. His blue eyes were warm, and his dark hair was styled into the kind of cut that spoke of money and power. His smile was genuine and eager, and he touched her shoulder lightly as he approached.
“Yn!” he exclaimed, his voice smooth and confident. “I thought you were done with this place!”
Yn looked up, recognizing him immediately. Mr. Gabriel – a VIP client she had serviced in the private rooms before – one who had always been generous with his tips and polite with his conversation. Unlike many others who frequented the casino, Mr. Gabriel had never crossed a line.
“Mr. Gabriel,” she replied, her smile automatic, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “So nice to see you again. I had my reasons for leaving, but... circumstances changed.”
He nodded in understanding. “Yeah, I’m glad you’re back. I’ve had a few sessions with the other bunny-girls, but... their hands aren’t as skilled as yours.”
Though modest, Yn smiled, her fingers guiding the roulette wheel expertly. A faint blush crept to her cheeks, but she kept her voice humble. “I appreciate the compliment, Mr. Gabriel, but that’s quite an overstatement. The girls here are all very talented.”
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice in an almost conspiratorial way. “No, no. That’s where you’re wrong. You’re different. You don’t do it for the same reasons as the others.”
His words caught her off guard, and for the first time that night, Yn felt a genuine warmth. “Thank you, sir.”
Mr. Gabriel glanced at the roulette table, realizing he had interrupted her work. His expression shifted to something more apologetic. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull you away. I know you’re busy. But, once you're done here, I was hoping you'd join me in the private VIP room... as usual.”
Yn’s eyes blinked. Spending the night with Mr. Gabriel in the VIP room would mean avoiding the Marquis, at least for a while. The thought of not having to face the darkness lurking in the corners of the casino, of spending time with someone respectful, made her feel lighter, even if only temporarily.
The decision was easy.
“Of course,” she replied, her smile widening. “I can meet you after I finish this round.”
Mr. Gabriel grinned, clearly pleased. “Great. I’ll be waiting.”
With a nod, Mr. Gabriel walked away from the roulette table, leaving Yn with a strange relief. She had always found comfort in his presence, knowing he was one of the few clients who treated her with respect. Unlike the more predatory men who haunted the casino's corridors, Mr. Gabriel was safe. Kind. His company meant she could avoid the Marquis for the evening – an escape, however temporary.
As soon as her shift ended, Yn made her way toward the private VIP room, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The deeper she ventured into the private section, the louder the sounds became – soft jazz music floating through the air, the murmur of voices, and the faint clink of expensive glasses being filled. The unmistakable smell of cigars, rich and sharp, curled through the hallway.
Yn reached the door and took a deep breath before she entered. As expected, Mr. Gabriel was already inside, seated comfortably in one of the plush chairs. He smiled warmly when he saw her, a lit cigarette hanging between his lips. The smell of burnt tobacco hit her immediately, and her nose wrinkled instinctively, though she quickly masked it with a polite smile.
Mr. Gabriel noticed. His eyes crinkled in an apologetic smile, and he raised one hand slightly.
“Ah, sorry for the smoke,” he said, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and extinguishing it in the nearby ashtray. “I forgot you’re not a fan of cigarettes.”
Yn shook her head, waving it off. “It’s fine, sir. Really.”
She appreciated his thoughtfulness. In her world, that kind of consideration was rare. Most men with his wealth and power didn’t bother with the comfort of others, especially not with the girls who worked here.
Mr. Gabriel’s eyes lingered on her face, unblinking, and for a moment, Yn wondered if she had said something wrong. The sudden silence between them felt thick, almost heavy.
“Yn, if it’s not okay, then it’s not okay,” he said, his voice taking on a quiet seriousness. His gaze remained on her as he settled back into the couch. “If it’s a no, it’s a no. You can be honest when you need to.”
The words hit her with a gentle force, unexpected yet comforting. In a world where her voice was often silenced or ignored, where her boundaries were blurred, his words carried a kind of weight she hadn’t experienced before. She wasn’t just a girl playing a role in front of him – she was a person. And he saw that.
“Thank you,” Yn whispered, her voice softer than intended. She looked away briefly, trying to gather herself, before meeting his eyes again.
Mr Gabriel’s smile returned, his entire demeanour softening at her response. “You’re welcome. In this line of work, you’re expected to please your clients, to ensure they’re satisfied. But your safety – your comfort – should always come first. If something’s wrong, if you ever feel unsafe... say no. Scream it if you have to.”
His words were a balm to the gnawing fear living in her chest for so long. The fear of the Marquis. The fear of what each night could bring. And even though Mr. Gabriel’s kindness couldn’t erase the danger she was still facing, it gave her a slight sense of hope. A reminder that not everyone in this world is cruel.
Yn nodded; her heart full but her voice steady. “I will. Thank you.”
“The smell will linger for a while, sorry about that,” Mr. Gabriel said as he shrugged off his blazer and loosened his necktie. “Now, if you don’t mind, the usual, sweetheart.”
Yn returned his smile, her movements calm and practised. She walked behind the couch where Mr. Gabriel had settled, his white button-up shirt still ideally in place. He seemed to melt into the plush cushions as she positioned herself behind him, her hands gently resting on his shoulders.
With practised ease, Yn began to massage him, her nimble fingers working over the knots of tension in his muscles. Her touch was a careful balance of firmness and gentleness, something she had perfected over time. The soft strains of jazz music filled the room, blending with the low hum of conversation from the far-off casino floor, creating a calm and intimate atmosphere.
Mr. Gabriel sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as he savoured the soothing sensation of her massage. “Hmm, like I said, no other bunny-girl here can massage like you. You’ve got the perfect balance of gentleness and firmness.”
Yn smiled softly at his words, though she focused on her work. “Thank you, sir. I’ve had plenty of practice. Used to massage my mom all the time.”
Mr. Gabriel let out another satisfied hum but soon grew quiet. Yn noticed the change immediately. Though still under her touch, his body felt heavier with the weight of whatever was on his mind.
“Now that you mention it,” he began, his tone laced with frustration, “it stresses me out whenever I think about my daughter.”
Yn’s hands kept moving, but she listened carefully, as always, when he opened up about his personal life. She had come to learn that, beneath Mr. Gabriel’s polished exterior, there was a man weighed down by the complexities of his world.
“She’s become so spoiled,” he continued, shaking his head slightly. “She’s in high school now, and just two hours ago, she called me. She said she was ‘stressed’ and needed money to go on a vacation to South Korea. A five-star hotel, no less. And then she hung up before I could even respond. I don’t know how to reach her anymore.”
Yn's heart went out to him as she massaged his tense shoulders. “That sounds tough, sir. Kids can be quite demanding.”
Mr. Gabriel nodded, his eyes still closed, a slight frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I don’t mind helping her. My wife and I always spoiled our little princess. But it’s her attitude now that bothers me. She doesn’t seem to appreciate anything. It’s like I’m just a wallet for her to travel and post pictures on social media. That’s what kids care about these days, right?”
Yn's hands moved lower, working carefully on the tight muscles in his upper back. Her touch was gentle yet firm, as if she could soothe his physical tension and some of the emotional weight he carried.
“Maybe she needs to learn responsibility,” Yn suggested softly. “It’s a hard phase, but one day she’ll understand the value of things. She’ll realize she has to work for what she wants, to be independent.”
Mr. Gabriel let out a deep, weary sigh. “I hope so, Yn. I do. I don’t want her to grow up thinking life’s all about getting what you want handed to you.”
His hand moved to his pocket as he spoke, pulling out a well-worn wallet. He opened it slowly, revealing a photo tucked inside – a picture of his wife. His eyes lingered on the image for a long time.
“Maybe we were at fault for letting her be this way for so long,” he admitted, his voice quieter now, more vulnerable. “But it’s been hard... raising her alone. If my wife were still here, she would’ve known what to do. She was the one with all the wisdom, all the patience.”
Yn glanced at the photo from behind him. She had seen it before during one of their sessions, the warm smile of Mr. Gabriel’s wife staring back from the small square of paper. She already knew the story – how her passing had sent him spiralling into stress, how it had left him trying to balance a high-pressure job and a daughter who didn’t seem to understand the loss they had both endured.
Yn couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Mr. Gabriel. Losing a loved one was painful enough, but raising a child alone in the wake of that loss? Even harder. She continued to massage his back, her fingers moving in smooth, rhythmic motions, wanting to offer him whatever comfort she could.
“I’m sure she’d be proud of you,” Yn said softly, her voice gentle, trying to encourage him.
Mr. Gabriel smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. “I hope so. I like to think she’d understand how hard I’ve tried.”
Suddenly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out several hundred-dollar bills, placing them on the cushion beside him. Yn blinked, her hands pausing momentarily as she stared at the crisp bills in surprise.
Before she could say anything, Mr. Gabriel glanced back at her with a small, knowing smile. “That’s your tip, sweetheart. You haven’t finished yet, so don’t stop, but I wanted to ensure you had it. As I’ve told you, you’re different from the other girls here. You’re... sincere. It’s rare.”
Yn’s fingers stilled again briefly, a wave of emotion catching her off guard. She hadn’t expected his words to affect her as much as they did. It wasn’t just the money but how he saw her. Really saw her. Beyond the bunny-girl costume, beyond the role she played at the casino. He saw her sincerity, something she had always tried to hold onto, even in a place where people were often reduced to objects, roles, or masks.
Her heart swelled with gratitude, and she let out a soft, appreciative laugh. “Thank you, sir. I don’t know what to say. Your generosity, your kindness – it means a lot to me.”
He nodded; his expression still touched with a quiet sadness. “You deserve it. And thank you... for listening.”
Yn resumed the massage, her hands steady, but her mind wandered. She was moved by Mr. Gabriel’s honesty and willingness to be vulnerable with her. It wasn’t often that her clients opened up like this. Most of them preferred illusion and fantasy. But with Mr. Gabriel, there was a realness that stood out. In rare, intimate moments like these, Yn realized how much she respected the trust he placed in her.
Suddenly, Mr. Gabriel's tone shifted. “Anyway, I hope you don't mind me asking, but... is it true this casino has a new owner?”
Yn’s stomach tightened at the question. The memories of the Marquis de Gramont surfaced like an unwelcome tide, and the chill of his presence seemed to wrap around her even now. But she kept her composure, forcing a calm nod in response.
“Yes, sir. There's been a recent change,” she confirmed, her voice steady despite the unease creeping into her chest.
Mr. Gabriel’s brow furrowed as he leaned back slightly, looking both intrigued and concerned. “Is it true... that the new owner is the Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont?”
Yn hesitated. Should she lie? Deflect? She wasn’t sure how much Mr. Gabriel knew about the Marquis, but the truth sat heavy on her tongue. She nodded again. “Yes, it’s him.”
A long, deep sigh escaped Mr. Gabriel. Not one of frustration but one filled with an almost weary caution. He muttered under his breath, “Damn. What does he want here?”
“Do you... know him, sir?” Yn asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. It wasn’t often she asked clients personal questions, but something about this conversation felt different – dangerous.
Mr. Gabriel’s expression darkened further. “I’ve heard of him. He’s... a ghost. Whispers of his name float in certain circles. Rumors, mostly. About his dealings in the underworld. People say he’s tied to things no one wants to talk about.”
Yn’s heart skipped a beat. “What kind of things?”
He shook his head. “No one knows for sure. But it’s bad. Very bad. How he became a Marquis is anyone’s guess. He appeared out of nowhere with money, power, and a title that didn’t make sense. Some say he bought it. Others... say worse.”
Mr. Gabriel’s voice grew darker, more deliberate. “But I’ve heard something else. Something that’s been making waves in the underground. There’s been a... shift. A big one. A high-ranking figure in the criminal world – one of the untouchables – was murdered. By a rogue. And everything started to fall apart. The whole network... it’s crumbling.”
Yn stayed silent, her fingers moving over his shoulders, but slower now. Her mind was miles away, focused on what he was saying. She tried to process it all, but it felt like she was hearing about a world that shouldn’t exist, a world hiding just beneath the surface of her own.
Mr. Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, his tone cautious. “These criminals – they’ll hunt that rogue down. Every last one of them. But here’s the thing, sweetheart... they can’t do it recklessly. If they start acting out in the open, it’ll expose their entire network to the world. They’re everywhere, but they survive by staying in the shadows. That’s their rule.”
“Are they the mafia?” Yn asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could scarcely believe what she was hearing, but it was the only thing that made sense. The mafia was the only organized crime she’d ever known that worked this way – silent but everywhere.
“Not exactly,” Mr. Gabriel replied, shaking his head slowly. “They’re similar, sure. But what I’m talking about is bigger. More organized. Much more discreet. From what I’ve gathered, they have reached every country. They even have... safe havens.”
“Safe havens?” Yn repeated, her brow furrowing.
He nodded. “There’s a hotel in New York, a lavish place. It’s a sanctuary for hitmen, assassins, and other... members of this underworld. But even that hotel has rules. Strict ones. And if those rules are broken...”
Yn’s hands stilled utterly. Her mind raced, trying to piece everything together. This wasn’t just about the Marquis anymore. It was about something much bigger – something she didn’t fully understand, but she could feel its weight pressing down on her.
Mr. Gabriel's voice dropped even lower, as if sharing a secret meant only for her ears. “Anyway, these people... they want to find the rogue who killed their leader. They want him dead. There's a massive bounty on his head, no doubt. But the higher-ups – they don’t want chaos. So, instead of an all-out hunt, they’ve appointed someone. A judge, jury, and executioner all in one. They call this person the autem imperator.”
Yn’s heart skipped a beat. She didn’t like where this was going. Not at all. She had no idea who or what this autem imperator was, but it sounded like something far beyond her control. And somehow, she could feel it pulling her closer to the man who loomed over her life like a shadow.
Mr. Gabriel continued, his tone grim. “It’s rare. This position. Only appointed when things are desperate. But from what I’ve heard... they’ve chosen someone who rose through the ranks fast. Cruel. Ruthless. But respected. Someone with deep connections, influence, and... a personal army of assassins.”
Yn inhaled sharply, the pieces clicking into place. It couldn’t be. It had to be. Her mind whirled, racing toward the inevitable conclusion.
“And this man,” Mr. Gabriel added, watching her carefully, “is rumoured to have ties to foreign royalty. A Marquis, perhaps.”
A cold dread washed over her. Of course. It was him. It had always been him. The Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont – her employer, the man who seemed to slip into every corner of her life, and the one who had made it clear in his subtle, chilling way that she was under his watch.
But she couldn’t believe it. Not fully. There was a part of her that desperately clung to the hope that it was just a wild rumour, some twisted exaggeration passed through hushed voices. Because if it were true – if the Marquis was a powerful figure in the underworld – then she was fucked. She and her family were fucked.
BAM!
The deafening sound of the door crashing against the wall jolted her out of her thoughts. Yn’s heart lurched into her throat as she and Mr. Gabriel whipped their heads toward the entrance. The door, which had been sealed shut just moments before, was now thrown wide open.
The Marquis stormed in, fury radiating from him like heat off a flame. His tall, commanding figure filled the space, cutting through the room with an air that demanded instant obedience. His suit was immaculate, as always, but there was something feral in his expression. His eyes burned with an unsettling combination of rage and cold calculation, and they were locked onto her and Mr. Gabriel.
Behind him, Chidi, his ever-present bodyguard, entered in his usual silent, shadow-like manner. The contrast between the Marquis's explosive energy and Chidi’s controlled, disciplined presence was stark, but both carried an unmistakable sense of danger.
Yn’s breath hitched. The air in the room felt thick and suffocating, and her pulse quickened as the Marquis approached. She had never seen him like this before – so visibly angry. It was terrifying.
Mr. Gabriel stiffened, his earlier calm slipping just a fraction, though his face remained composed. He could feel it, too. This was no ordinary visit.
The Marquis halted just a few feet from them, his presence dominating the room like a storm about to break. Slowly, his arms lifted, resting his knuckles on his hips in a stance that exuded arrogance and control. His eyes were dark, assessing.
“How cute,” he said, his voice cold and mocking, the words dripping with disdain. His gaze flicked from Mr. Gabriel to Yn, like he was toying with them, waiting to see how they’d respond.
Yn’s hands trembled slightly as she withdrew them from Mr. Gabriel’s shoulders. Swallowing her nerves, she tried to keep her voice steady. “Sir... is there anything I can help you with?”
The Marquis’s eyes locked onto hers. His stare was like a blade, sharp and unyielding, filled with a ferocity that sent a cold chill down her spine. His expression had no warmth, only fury simmering beneath the surface – possessive, dangerous, and terrifying.
But then, as suddenly as the rage had flared, the Marquis’s lips twisted into a thin, mocking smile. He leaned in just slightly, his voice curling through the room like smoke, thick with his French accent. “Mon cherie, you have no idea how much you could help me.”
Mr. Gabriel had gone still, his expression carefully composed, but Yn could tell the moment something clicked in his mind. He knew. He finally understood who this man was.
“Marquis,” Mr. Gabriel began, his voice steady, though his eyes remained sharp, measuring. “It’s an honour to meet you, sir…”
“I wasn’t speaking to you,” the Marquis interrupted smoothly, his gaze never leaving Yn. His tone was polite, but the dismissal was apparent.
Mr. Gabriel stiffened, but said nothing further.
Yn’s pulse raced. The Marquis tilted his head, still smiling that cold, predatory smile.
“I must admit,” he said, his voice dark and low, “I find your... dedication to your work fascinating. I didn’t think you would stoop so low.”
Yn’s throat tightened. This wasn’t just anger. It was something more profound – something personal. She wasn’t sure if it was jealousy or control, but she could feel the weight of his possessiveness suffocating her.
Yn swallowed hard, trying to force down the lump in her throat as she gathered her courage to speak. “Sir, please. Mr. Gabriel only requested a simple massage. I’ve known him for a while. He’s always been respectful, nothing more.”
The Marquis's expression tightened, his lips curling into a faint, dismissive smile. Clearly, he had heard her words, but they carried no weight with him. He refused to accept her explanation.
Slowly, he began to move toward her, each step deliberate and heavy with authority.
“Perhaps I’ve been too lenient,” he said, his voice low, almost a purr. His eyes glinted as they bore into hers, the words falling from his lips with an unnerving calm. “I’ve had a business that required my attention. Important matters that couldn’t wait. So, I missed the chance to tell you one important thing before you work.”
Yn’s pulse quickened; her breath shallow as he closed the distance between them. She lowered her gaze to the floor, terrified that meeting his eyes would somehow provoke him further. She could feel the weight of his presence pressing down on her, suffocating.
He continued, his voice taking on an authoritative edge, “I’ve decided on a new... rule. Just for you, ma lapine.”
By the time he reached her, the heat of his body radiated against her skin, and she could feel him standing close – too close. She stared down at the floor, her heart hammering in her chest, not daring to look up.
Then, without warning, his hand slid to her waist, fingers pressing into her side as he pulled her against him possessively. The touch sent a jolt through her, and she gasped softly, the air leaving her lungs in a panicked rush. She stood frozen, the fear and tension twisting inside her like a knot, and all of this unfolded right in front of Mr. Gabriel’s eyes.
“From now on,” the Marquis said, calm and commanding, “you are permanently unavailable to anyone else.”
His hand tightened slightly on her waist, his grip firm but not painful. Just enough to remind her that he controlled her in more ways than one. “If anyone asks for you, you will refuse. No exceptions.”
Yn’s breath caught in her throat. He wasn’t just talking about work. This was a claim, a mark of ownership he placed on her in front of a man she had considered a client, a confidant. She wanted to shrink away, to disappear into the floor, but the Marquis held her in place.
“If anyone questions you,” he continued, his tone dark and final, “tell them my name. If they persist... ask one of my men to handle it. They’ll bring the problem directly to me.”
Her head spun, her body trembling slightly under his touch, but she managed a slight nod, her voice failing her.
Meanwhile, Mr. Gabriel stood frozen, watching the scene unfold, and the blood seemed to drain from his face. Realization hit him like a wall of bricks. The bunny-girl he adored platonically was not just another casino employee. No. She was the Marquis’s sweetheart. The apple of his eye. And now, Mr. Gabriel realized just how grave a mistake it had been to bring her here. But since when? How long had this invisible thread tied her to the Marquis?
The Marquis’s smile was thin, an empty gesture that didn’t reach his cold, calculating eyes. He seemed almost amused by Yn’s compliance, but there was no warmth in his satisfaction – only control. His gaze shifted from her to Mr. Gabriel, who stood stiffly, jaw tight, face struggling to remain neutral.
“I believe we haven’t been formally introduced,” the Marquis began, his voice smooth yet dripping with something far more sinister. His smile remained, but it was a mask. “Your name?”
Gabriel swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a vice. Slowly, he extended a shaky hand. “It’s Gabriel, sir. A pleasure to meet you.”
The Marquis glanced at the outstretched hand but made no move to take it. Instead, he chuckled softly, the sound dark and mocking. “Is that all? I’m not a fool, Gabriel. We all have a last name. What’s your full name?”
Yn’s heart sank, horror creeping over her. She knew what this meant. If the Marquis learned Gabriel’s full name, if he connected him to any threat or offense – even one unintentional – then Gabriel’s life could be at risk. She could see it in the Marquis’s eyes. He was hunting now, ready to sink his teeth into anything that smelled like a challenge.
Mr. Gabriel hesitated, the fear evident in his eyes. “It’s Gabriel... Accetta.”
The Marquis’s eyes gleamed with something dark, and his lips curled into a mocking smile. “Why do you sound so uncertain, Gabriel? Are you thinking of a different surname? Or perhaps... a fake one?”
Gabriel’s face paled even further. “No, sir. That’s... my name.”
The Marquis stepped forward, closing the space between them. His movements were slow and deliberate, like a predator circling its prey. “You see, I tend to remember names. They mean something, don’t they? They tell a story.”
Yn watched in horror as the Marquis’s eyes bore into Gabriel, dissecting him with every glance. She could feel the shift in the air – the cold, creeping fear that sank more profoundly with every word the Marquis spoke.
Sensing the danger but too deep to back away now, Gabriel forced a weak smile. “I’m just a businessman. Nothing more.”
The Marquis’s smile widened, but it was all teeth now. “Businessman. Yes, I can tell you are. You got a wife?”
Mr. Gabriel's eyes widened, a mixture of fear and confusion flashing across his face as the Marquis’s question caught him off guard. “Yes, sir. But she passed away... a year ago.”
“Ah,” the Marquis nodded slowly, his expression almost thoughtful. “I see. So perhaps you came here tonight seeking... distraction? A little comfort, maybe? I do hope you’re not confusing my sweet darling with something like that.”
Gabriel’s face paled further, and he shook his head quickly, his voice rushed and insistent. “No, sir. I never saw her that way. I’m still very much loyal to my late wife. I refuse to... to be with anyone else.”
The Marquis tilted his head slightly, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips as if Gabriel’s response amused him. “How noble. Loyalty, even in death. I must say, I admire that.”
Gabriel forced a weak smile, unsure if the Marquis’s words were a compliment or another trap.
The Marquis’s smirk grew as he stepped back, his eyes never leaving Gabriel. “I like you, Gabriel Accetta. You have... principles. Please, take a seat. I’ll have another bunny-girl attend to you for that ‘massage.’”
Gabriel’s eyes widened further, and he shook his head, his words spilling out in a rush. “No, thank you, sir. I really must be going. It’s getting late, and I—”
“Nonsense,” the Marquis interrupted, his tone growing firmer, more commanding. “It’s still early. Sit. I have a surprise in mind for you.”
The tension in the air was thick as Gabriel stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do, before he reluctantly lowered himself back into the chair.
Yn’s heart raced as the Marquis finally withdrew his hand from her waist, the brief relief she felt vanishing almost immediately when he clasped her hand in his, intertwining their fingers in a possessive grip. His touch was cold and calculated, and she could feel the weight of his control in how he led her toward the door. Chidi, his silent shadow, followed close behind.
As they stepped out of the private VIP room, the atmosphere shifted. The eyes of her fellow bunny-girls were already on her, their gazes sharp and knowing, as if they had seen something – or sensed something – before the Marquis had barged in. Yn felt her cheeks flush under their scrutiny, the weight of their stares almost as heavy as the grip of the Marquis’s hand.
Suddenly, a sharp whistle from the Marquis pierced the air. Yn followed his gaze. Sabrina.
The moment the Marquis whistled, Sabrina’s head turned in his direction, her eyes lighting up with elation and surprise. Without hesitation, she rushed over to him, her steps quick and eager, a flirtatious smile already playing on her lips.
“Yes, sir?” she purred, her voice dripping with playful seduction.
Yn watched, her stomach twisting with an unfamiliar feeling as the Marquis leaned close to Sabrina’s ear, whispering something only she could hear. Sabrina’s eyes widened, her expression shifting from astonishment to something almost like awe, though Yn couldn’t hear the words. But the Marquis’s grip on her hand tightened slightly.
Sabrina giggled softly, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she listened. She once glanced at the door to the private room. Once the Marquis leaned away, she nodded in response.
Sabrina’s eyes flicked briefly to where Yn’s hand was clasped tightly in the Marquis’s. Nevertheless, she purred, “Understood, sir.”
Without another glance at Yn, Sabrina turned and glided past them, heading straight into the private VIP room where Mr. Gabriel sat, likely too stunned to move. The door clicked softly behind her, but not before Yn caught the low, sultry words she offered as she stepped inside. “Good evening, sir. Lean back and settle down. I’ll show you a night of pleasure.”
Yn’s heart twisted. She glanced back at the door, worry bubbling up inside her. Mr. Gabriel didn’t deserve whatever was about to happen.
Before she could dwell on it further, the Marquis’s hand tightened around hers, tugging her forward with an unspoken command. She stumbled slightly but quickly regained her footing as he led her down the hallway without a word, his grip firm and unyielding. Her concern for Gabriel lingered, but the sheer force of the Marquis’s presence demanded all her attention.
The path to his office was a blur of lights and hushed voices, but Yn barely registered any of it. Her thoughts spun in a chaotic whirl as the reality of her situation pressed in from all sides.
Finally, they reached the large oak doors that led to his private space. The Marquis didn’t slow his pace. He pushed open the door and guided her inside.
The door closed behind them with a heavy thud, echoing in the room's silence. Yn’s heart raced as she stood in the centre of the opulent space, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the dark wood and leather furnishings. The air felt heavier here, thick with power and unspoken rules.
The Marquis released her hand, but even without his touch, the weight of his authority lingered between them. He moved purposefully, crossing to the large desk that dominated the room, his back to her as he adjusted something on the surface – papers, perhaps, or some file.
Yn stood frozen, unsure whether to move or speak. The tension was unbearable, her nerves on edge as the silence stretched.
Without turning, the Marquis spoke, his voice calm, but laced with the same possessive edge she had felt all night. “You’re concerned for Mr. Gabriel, I imagine.”
Her heart stuttered in her chest. Of course he had noticed.
“I...” Yn’s voice faltered. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to speak. “He didn’t mean any harm.”
The Marquis finally turned to face her, his dark eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her stomach twist. He leaned casually against the desk, his expression unreadable. “He made a mistake by asking you to service him privately.”
“He didn’t know,” Yn responded, her voice trembling slightly, but a spark of indignation stirred inside her. She couldn’t let this go. “You can’t blame him for that.”
The Marquis raised an eyebrow, watching her closely, but Yn pressed on. She could feel the frustration bubbling up – frustration that had been building ever since he’d forced her back into this life. The life she thought she’d left behind.
“You wanted me back here,” she continued, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. “You made me come back, to work as a bunny-girl. Assisting these men – personally attending to them – it’s part of my job. You know that.”
Her pulse quickened, heart pounding as she let the words spill out, each one a small rebellion against the suffocating control he held over her. “I didn’t want this. I never wanted this. But you – you – forced me to return.”
The Marquis’s expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something. Amusement? Annoyance? Whatever it was, it crossed his face. Still, he remained eerily calm. He straightened from the desk, taking a slow, deliberate step toward her.
“I suppose you’re right,” he said, voice smooth but with an edge, making the hairs on the back of Yn’s neck stand on end.
The Marquis’s gaze never wavered. Once he stood close, his hand lifted, fingers gently encircling her neck. Yn’s breath hitched, a jolt of alarm running through her. But he didn’t squeeze. He held her there, as if asserting control over her very existence, over every breath she took.
“But now you know. You’re the only bunny-girl who is off-limits to everyone else,” he stated.
Yn blinked, confusion washing over her features. She whispered, “Why? Why do you want me here? Please tell me the truth.”
The Marquis’s eyes darkened, and he tilted his head slightly, studying her. Yn became painfully aware of how close he was, the scant inches between their bodies. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the subtle scent of his cologne mingling with the charged air. The tension was suffocating, a heavy blanket that pressed down on her, making her heart pound in her chest.
“This,” he said, his tone smooth yet unyielding, “is the safest place for you.”
Her eyes widened. “Safe? From what?”
The Marquis remained silent, his expression inscrutable, though the grip on her neck tightened slightly, not enough to hurt, but just enough to remind her who was in control. Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, like a dark cloud that swallowed every word before it could be spoken. The room felt colder, and Yn’s skin prickled as she tried to read the unreadable look in his eyes.
Then, without warning, he spoke. “Open your mouth.”
Yn froze, her mind spinning. The command caught her off-guard, and she hesitated, fear bubbling. She could feel the tremor in her own hands, and for a brief moment, she thought of pushing him away, of running. But where would she go? What’s the point?
Slowly, reluctantly, she parted her lips, a small act of submission. The Marquis’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he closed the distance, slightly tilting her head to the side. His lips pressed against hers, firm, and then he kissed her, his tongue slipping past her lips, demanding, dominating. She gasped, a soft, muffled sound swallowed by his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his free hand moving to cradle the back of her head, trapping her there.
Her thoughts blurred, a chaotic storm of emotions she couldn’t understand. Panic, defiance, confusion, all mingling together as his tongue explored her mouth, tasting, claiming. Her hands moved to his chest, but whether to push him away or steady herself, even she wasn’t sure. She could feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, a stark contrast to the frantic pace of her own.
Finally, he pulled back, just enough to let her breathe but not enough to create distance. His breath was warm against her lips, and she could see the glint of satisfaction in his eyes, the faint curl of his lips. “As long as you’re here, no one else will ever hurt you.”
Yn’s chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath, her lips tingling from the force of the kiss.
“I don’t want this,” she whispered, but the words felt weak, fragile. “You don’t understand. I don’t want to be here.”
The Marquis tilted her chin up, forcing her to look into his eyes. “No, you are the one not getting it.”
He released her neck, his fingers trailing down her collarbone, leaving a path of heat in their wake. Yn swallowed, trying to steady herself. His hand slipped away, only to return, fingers curling around hers. He said nothing as he turned, guiding her across the room toward his desk, which dominated his office, dark wood polished to a gleam under the dim lights.
“I’ll make you understand,” he said, his voice steady but with a finality that made her heart sink. There was no room for argument in his tone, no softness that suggested he might relent. As they reached the desk, he pulled her towards it.
“Now,” he continued, his eyes locking onto hers, the command in them unmistakable, “get under the table.”
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Hi! I’m one of MANY people that are totally in love with your work. I’m a huge fan of “A Love Too Dark”, it is absolutely my favorite fic EVER! I adore your writing.
My question is: How many chapters will there be in total? And will Y/N eventually give in and maybe please Vincent and take the lead during another scene??
I’m so excited for new chapters! 🤍🤍🤍
Aww I'm glad you love it! I am working on Chapter 07 as I answer this!
Regarding the chapters, I'm not sure yet. I haven't thought much about it but I know how the plot goes. It is a bit difficult because all of my chapters are long so I can't say for certain. Maybe around +10 chapters but it's not confirmed!
For the second one, it would be a spoiler if I answer so, I can't answer that one, so sorry! Stay tune for the plot!
Hi, I’m really into your fic (A Love Too Dark). Just wanted if there was going to be any spanking/oral/punishments written within the story? I love your work so far!
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For the sex scenes, it would be spontaneous. I would add in some of that as the plot goes. If thats what u want, then dont be afraid to tell me thru anon message!
But, there are things I could not bring myself to type in the +18 scenes such as anal and other stuffs.
This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.
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The Marquis invaded her lifestyle as much as he wanted.
The Marquis was agitated.
The moment Yn turned her head and prevented his attempt to kiss her on the lips, he became agitated. As he watched her scramble into the limousine to avoid any conversation with him, he had to take a deep breath, making his chest and shoulders lift up, and exhaled it in a quiet irritation. He felt his eye twitch in slight anger for what she did.
He was contemplating pushing her down in the limousine and fuck her hard in front of his bodyguards, but he remembered that the both of them were expected to meet that evening at the casino. So he nodded his head to Chidi and let him drive her off. Watching the vehicle disappear from his sight, he began to plan what he would do to her once they meet at the casino.
However, that evening, he had waited for her for a long while. He had to scour every inch of the casino to ensure that she was not hiding from him. His agitation was plain to see as many patrons and even the casino staff were hesitant to talk to or serve him. His dark eyes were surveying everything and everyone wildly, searching for the woman who had warmed his bed and made him feel in heaven last night.
But he could not find her.
It took him two hours to finally surrender and approach Malone to ask about her. The managing director was obviously frightened as everyone could see how unhappy the Marquis was.
"Where is Yn?" inquired the Marquis. His eyes were ablaze with darkness and silent fury as he towered over the managing director of the casino.
"Oh... Yn... Well..." Malone was even more terrified then and the Marquis noticed this. It was at this moment that he knew that something had happened concerning Yn, and he might loathe whatever it was, judging from Malone's horrified expression.
The Marquis' eyes narrowed and his glower deepened as he waited for Malone to spill it out. He was about to growl at him when Malone finally cracked.
Malone was looking away to the side as he answered, "I just received a letter from Yn. She has... decided to quit as a bunny-girl in this casino."
The Marquis' eyes widened at this and he could not help but snarl, "What?"
"She... she has quit, sir," Malone stammered, still staring at the side, clear of eye contact with the Marquis.
"Show me the letter," the Marquis said with a demanding tone.
"It's... umm..." Malone fetched a folded piece of paper from his pocket with a trembling hand before he gave it to the current owner of the casino.
The Marquis stared down at the letter, his lips thinning into a straight line, as he was given evidence that plainly showed that Yn was really quitting. After a few seconds of tense silence, he grabbed it and read it.
He read it again.
And again.
He was so angry that he almost tore the paper into shreds in his hand. His knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on the letter. He could feel his anger rising up like a tidal wave inside his chest, threatening to spill out at any moment. But he was not a man who let his emotions rule his actions in public. No. Not when he noticed many staff of the casino were observing him and Malone.
To make matters worse, the Marquis could not take his mind off of what had transpired between them that night.
The way she opened her mouth wide helplessly and let him ravage her with his tongue.
The way she squirmed and moaned helplessly beneath him.
The way her swinging legs felt around his waist as he pounded hard into her.
The way her breasts bounced hard against her chest, jiggling each time he rammed into her relentlessly.
The way her pussy tightened around him.
The way her body felt as if it was made for the Marquis to fuck hard and deep.
The memory of her muffled cries and screams of pleasure made him feel as if she was a prisoner of war, who was being conquered and violated by a cruel invader.
After it was all over, the Marquis yearned to feel her body again. The two of them were so compatible sexually that it made him feel on cloud nine. He thought Yn feel that too, but he was dumbfounded and enraged to realize that she had evaded his kiss when he sent her off. Right in front of all his bodyguards. It hurt his pride and ego.
Then, seeing the letter was like a knife stabbing into his heart.
Does she hate him that much that she decided to quit to not see him again?
His lips were contorted into a frown as the Marquis crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it away. Then, he grabbed Malone by his collar and pulled him closer. The shorter male yelped in shock as he gawked at him in fear.
"Nobody is quitting," the Marquis hissed, "Don't forget your place, Malone. Only I can say who quits. Understood?"
"Y-yes, sir," Malone stuttered as he nodded his head vigorously.
Suddenly, the Marquis pushed him away, simultaneously letting go of his collar, and he watched as Mr. Malone stumbled backward until one of the bunny-girls helped him up. The Marquis remembered her as Emily. He paid her no mind as his eyes shifted back to the managing director who was adjusting his appearance.
"You've made a mistake for not informing me this sooner. As the owner, I should know everything first. You would do well to remember that, Malone," commanded the Marquis as he glared down at him.
"Yes, sir," the managing director nodded his head rapidly.
The Marquis spun around and walked away, heading towards his office. He could feel the eyes of the staff members on him as he walked and knew that his display of anger had not gone unnoticed. He was too angry to care right now, however, as all he could think about was Yn.
He shut the door behind him and quickly took a few steps forward before turning around and bringing his gaze to the gigantic abstract art which was the beginning point of the Marquis and Yn. His chest heaved with frustration before he finally let out a deep sigh of resignation.
He had planned many things that evening - filthy things he desired to do to Yn - but Yn had quit without telling him. He wanted to teach her that it was useless to evade him and his advances and to make her submit to him, but she had quit.
And he felt betrayed. He felt disrespected. She had quit behind his back. As soon as she left his mansion, she immediately plotted her escape and quit the one thing that caused them to meet.
Was she too afraid of him?
Had he scared her that badly?
Suddenly, the door to his office was pushed open. Chidi entered, closing the door behind him, and stood there, clasping his hands together in front of his body. He stared at the Marquis in silence, awaiting any command from him, as if he expected he would get one soon from his boss.
"Is the tracker in the necklace functioning?" inquired the Marquis to his loyal bodyguard in French.
"Yes," Chidi answered in French as well, "You can see the live feed directly from the app I installed on your phone."
The Marquis dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. He looked through the apps inside the gadget until he found one that he had never seen before. He clicked it and the screen told him it was loading the feed. It took the system several seconds before the screen changed to show a map with a red dot in the middle. It was located in a dismal apartment area, unmoving.
"That is where she lives," pointed out the Marquis, before his finger slid across the screen to check for the history of where she had been since he gave her that necklace with an embedded tracker which she was clueless of.
He learned that as soon as she was dropped off at the Silver Crest Apartments, she rushed straight to the nearest clinic. The Marquis figured it out in an instant that she went there for the morning-after pills - and he was uncertain what to think of it.
But he felt it. A storm of emotions, a sense of betrayal, indignation, and anger as he absorbed the knowledge that Yn had taken the morning-after pills after he had fucked his cum into her many times. It was a calculated move, he realized, an attempt to erase every trace of him from her life, both physically and emotionally. The realization stung him deeply.
The sense of possessiveness he harbored towards Yn intensified. The thought of her attempting to sever their connection, to quit her casino duties and evade him, ignited a fire of fury within him.
He saw Yn's actions as a challenge, a direct affront to his power and control. She sought to break free from the chains he had forged, and he couldn't allow that defiance to go unanswered. Instead, he viewed it as an opportunity to reclaim his authority and remind her of her place.
Turning his attention to Chidi, the loyal bodyguard, the Marquis issued a command in French filled with a resolute determination, "Chidi, find out everything you can about her. Her family, her past, her whole life. Everything."
He wanted to know everything about her before he makes his first move to find and reclaim her.
Chidi nodded instantly, "Understood."
He then spun around and left the office, leaving the Marquis much to mull over as he stared at the red dot over the map on his phone screen. He zoomed in on the location and gazed at the area she lived in, realizing it was a poor and dingy venue.
He began to wonder if she took on the casino job for money to attain a better lifestyle for her and her family. It's not odd to think about it. It made sense in his head and he began to wonder if that was the reason why she asked for a compensation of fifty thousand dollars for taking her and her virginity forcefully, which allowed her to quit her job at the casino.
He then studied the history of where she had been that day and he became even more befuddled. For what reason did she go to the preschool and the local hospital? He had to inform Chidi and ask him to find out more about this.
Chidi returned after only a few hours with every bit of information he could find on Yn in such a short time. And it was at that moment the Marquis learned that Yn hid a lot of things regarding her personal life and that she had also lied to him.
Yn had informed him that her mother did not work and was a stay-at-home mother. Yn helped provide for her while she implied that her father was never there for them. She lied .
She did not mention that she had a younger sister - a stepsister, in fact, named Sydney.
She and Yn shared the same mother but had different men as their father. Thankfully, Chidi provided extra information concerning this - Yn's father filed a divorce as soon as Yn was born. Sydney's father, however, was merely a boyfriend to their mother at the time, and their relationship ended in an instant while the latter was pregnant.
Not only was the Marquis flabbergasted about that, but also the fact that Yn's mother was actually taken care of in the hospital for an illness that requires expensive treatment. Once Chidi informed him of the exact amount of money for such treatment, the Marquis finally understood Yn's goal and the probable reason for taking on the casino job - and also for the 50k she had asked for.
The revelation of Yn's hidden past left the Marquis with a mixture of surprise and newfound understanding. It became clear to him that she had been driven by the need to support her ailing mother and step-sister, Sydney. The truth behind her actions unraveled like a tapestry, exposing the intricate threads that wove together her motivations.
He had been blind to the depths of Yn's struggles, her sacrifices, and the burdens she bore. Her desperate plea for fifty thousand dollars, which he had seen as a mere negotiation tactic, now held profound significance. It wasn't just about replacing the loss of her virginity; it was about securing the means to care for her family and ensure her mother's costly treatment.
The Marquis felt a surge of understanding, though it warred with his possessiveness. He understood her desire for control over her life and her choices, even if he didn't approve of the way she'd gone about it. The morning-after pills were a stark reminder of Yn's determination to protect herself and her future from the consequences of what he did to her.
He decided that his first move would be to find Yn and confront her but he had to make sure that she couldn't escape from him again.
And he knew one thing that would make her stay silent and obedient. He glanced at the ID picture of her mother and stepsister.
That's how he came to the hospital days later. Oh, charming her mother was very easy. All he had to do was look wealthy and tell her his name. She was exceptionally elated to hear the lie that he was her daughter’s boyfriend.
And when Yn finally arrived, he loved how she gawked at him in complete fear and shock once she saw him talking to her mother. He could literally feel that power and dominance back as he sucked every bit of self-dependence and security from her as she registered the fact that he had caught her and knew of her vulnerability.
He felt that sweet, blissful victory once he sunk his cock balls deep back into her tight, unwilling cunt after he had isolated her from everyone else in the hospital. He felt like he was on top of the world as he ravaged her body and pussy with brutal thrusts, wandering hands, and dominating tongue.
The Marquis wanted to drive the message home that he could appear anywhere, anytime, and at any place, and that he could get her at any time. It was pointless to run away from him because he had seen and learned everything he could about her. Her morning job at the cafe, that pathetic boy who loved to touch her at the cafe, that cousin of hers who was always babysitting Sydney when she attended her bunny-girl duty at the casino, and many more.
He knew too much about her that it was practically impossible for her to flee from him.
He heaved out a sigh of satisfaction while he was sitting up on the hospital bed. Behind him was Yn, still lying on her back with her legs spread out wide as his cum poured out of her overfilled and abused vagina. She was panting quietly behind him as she stared mindlessly at the ceiling.
He turned his body around to admire the sight of her - all ruined and claimed by him. He could not help but feel his lips twitch into a triumphant smirk as one of his hands reached out to grab a handful of her breast in a possessive grip. Her skin was clad with a thin layer of sweat after two sessions of rough fucking.
"What you did was a mistake," started the Marquis in his usual French accent. He squeezed her breast as if it was a stress ball and added, "You tried to run away. You quit. But I still find you, regardless. No matter where you hide or run, I will find you."
He felt her shudder and flinch as she stared up at him, dazed and exhausted after being pounded into for more than an hour. The Marquis suddenly pinched her nipple hard, making her yelp in surprise and pain. He continued, "What you did will not be easily forgiven."
Yn looked up at the Marquis in disbelief and fear. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how she had been taken advantage of, threatened, and abused by this powerful man. She timidly asked, her voice trembling, "What... what else do you want from me? I-I gave you everything you asked for. You took me and my dignity. Isn't that enough?"
The Marquis looked down at her with a menacing glint in his eye. He leaned forward so that his face was mere inches away from hers and said calmly yet forcefully, "No. It is not enough. I am not done with you yet. And now you will pay the price."
Yn could feel her heart pounding as she realized that there would be no escape for her this time.
The Marquis continued, his voice still firm but laced with an undercurrent of danger, "Only I can say when I am done with you. You belong to me and no one else."
The hand that gripped her breast then slid down her fully naked body and ended up grasping her pussy possessively. He felt that it was still dribbling out his cum which he had poured deep into her womb. His gaze was cold and frightening as he added ominously, "If you ever try to leave or go behind my back again, there will be consequences."
Yn’s eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted and her entire body was shaking, as if she's been frozen in terror. The Marquis looked down on her with a cold and sinister expression, enjoying the power he had to make her tremble with fear. His eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as he watched her reaction to his words.
Finally, he released her and got up from the bed. He glanced at their clothes on the floor, remembering how he was eagerly taking off her clothes with force before he fucked her on the bed relentlessly. He picked up her top and noticed it was all wrinkly.
"We should clean up and get back to your family," said the Marquis as he grabbed his phone from his pants and texted Chidi to ask the hospital staff for a cloth steamer.
The Marquis observed as Yn dragged her exhausted self from the bed and cautiously stared at him. He simply smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be joining you in the shower this time."
It was because he was waiting for Chidi. After watching Yn enter the bathroom and begin her shower, the Marquis found a towel and wrapped it around his torso, shielding his private area.
A few minutes later, knocks were heard from the door and the Marquis pulled it open to reveal Chidi carrying a portable steamer. After he quickly set it up in the room, Chidi left without saying a word. The Frenchman was just beginning to gather each piece of clothing off the floor when Yn emerged shyly from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body as a wave of warm vapor trailed behind her..
"I got a steamer for our clothes," the Marquis pointed out as he placed their clothing on the bed. He then sent her a knowing smile, hinting at something she could not catch, before he headed for the bathroom and said, "Would be bad if your mother sees us with wrinkled clothes. She would know."
He then entered the bathroom and shut the door. Yn glanced at the standing steamer and then at their clothes on the bed. Not wanting to waste time, she picked up her shirt first and steamed it neatly. And then her skirt. Once done, she immediately donned them as she did not want to spend another second wrapped in a towel only.
Yn then looked at the clothing on the bed that belonged to the Marquis. She had a feeling that he was hinting for her to do this as well, though she couldn't be sure. After a few moments of hesitation, she decided to steam his pieces of clothing too.
She worked quickly and efficiently, using the steamer as if it was second nature to her. The process seemed almost meditative, allowing her thoughts to wander and drift freely in her mind. At some point, she took a closer look at the steamer, noting the brand, because it effectively eliminated even the most stubborn wrinkles from any fabric, including the Marquis' thick jacket. So she couldn't help but find joy in steam-pressing every article of his three-piece suit; she was amazed by the efficiency of the steamer.
She had just finished steaming his clothing when she heard that the Marquis had turned off the shower. She quickly folded up the steamer, folded his clothes, and placed them on the bed. That's when the Frenchman opened the door, revealing his freshly showered self with damp hair and rosy cheeks.
He gave Yn an appreciative smile as he noticed that she had steam-pressed every article of clothing, especially his which were all folded meticulously on the bed, ready for wear. With a towel wrapped around his torso, he advanced towards her and gazed at her, noting that she was all dressed up already.
"Thank you," he said softly, his French accent made these two words sound sensual, before he gently brushed his lips against hers in a tender peck.
Yn froze on the spot as the Marquis withdrew and headed to stand beside the bed before he put on his three-piece suit. Yn looked away and busied herself with something as she pondered. She felt distaste at the idea that he rewarded her with an affectionate gesture as if they were truly a couple or a married one. He did not have to peck her like that, she thought in indignation. Plus, she did it only because she knew that if she did not do as she was expected to, he would hold a grudge against her.
The Marquis stood tall with a proud, straight posture as he put on his three-piece suit. He gestured towards the door and strode out confidently, Yn a few steps behind him, slightly intimidated by his stature. The hallway felt longer than ever before, the only sound being their shoes clacking against the polished floors. His presence commanded the atmosphere as he walked with purposeful strides, determined to make it to his destination.
"You should return to the casino," he said in a low voice.
Yn's eyes widened with surprise as the Marquis made his demand. She stayed silent for a while, tucking away her surprise and clearing the nervous lump in her throat before she told him, "I'm sorry, sir... But no. I want to focus on my family."
Her tense posture conveyed her nervousness and reluctance to disobey his orders. The Marquis didn't answer directly but instead smiled as if he found something admirable and said, "Ah, that is so family-oriented of you."
Yn wanted to say more but decided it was better not to press further on the matter now and followed him silently. When they arrived at Yn's mother's room, they were greeted by her warm smile and bright eyes which made Yn feel relieved and comforted despite all that happened today. Sydney was quick to jump off of her mother's bed and rushed to embrace her sister's torso and she whined, "Where were you, sissy?"
"Sorry, Syd," Yn began, feeling the oppressive presence of the Marquis beside her, "I was hungry and I had to stop at the hospital cafeteria."
Sydney whined again, "I want to eat too."
Yn brushed her hair neatly and said, "Sure. I will make you your favorite pancake later at home."
"In the meantime, here," the Marquis spoke up, attracting everyone's attention as he bent down to give another Ferrero Rocher to Sydney.
Sydney squealed in delight and enthusiastically took it, thanking the Frenchman with an adorable tone. Yn's mother smiled warmly at the display and said, "Sydney seems tired so why don't you two head home, Yn?"
Yn nodded, thinking that it would be best to go and take the Marquis away from her mother because she believed that staying here more would also mean him staying as well, thus putting more harm on her mother. She responded, "Okay, mom."
"I will give you two a ride home," the Marquis suddenly added, his piercing eyes locking on Yn as if he was wordlessly telling her not to refuse.
Yn hesitated for a moment, feeling torn between accepting the offer and refusing it. On one hand, having the Marquis drop her and Sydney off at home might ensure her mother's safety, and it could prevent him from lingering around her family. On the other hand, she couldn't shake the discomfort and unease that always accompanied the Marquis' presence.
In the end, Yn reluctantly nodded, not wanting to antagonize him further. She said in a small voice, trying to keep her apprehension hidden, "Okay..."
The Marquis smirked, clearly pleased with her compliance, and led Yn and Sydney out of the hospital. He then brought them to the front of the hospital building and there it was, the same limousine that Yn had experienced boarding on previously. Chidi was already standing by and he opened the door for them.
Once the Marquis ushered them in, Sydney squealed in excitement again and babbled about him looking like a prince charming as she hopped into the luxurious vehicle in excitement. Yn followed suit, albeit with a wary demeanor. She couldn't help but feel slightly fearful for the situation they were in. Fearful for what might come next, knowing that he had them in his vehicle he could ask the driver to go to any place he desired.
Once inside the car, the atmosphere remained tense, with Yn feeling like a caged bird, desperate to escape his watchful gaze. Sydney, on the other hand, who was sitting in between them, was thoroughly enjoying the inside of the limousine. For the Marquis, he didn't say much during the ride, except for entertaining Sydney and her childlike questions, but his presence alone was suffocating, making Yn feel like she was walking on thin ice.
The Marquis glanced at Yn, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as he turned his attention to the little girl and asked with his voice laced with a deceptive sweetness, "Sydney, how about we make a quick stop at the ice cream shop? Would you like that?"
Sydney's eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded vigorously and exclaimed, unable to contain her joy, "Yes, please! I want ice cream!"
Yn's heart sank at the Marquis' suggestion. She knew he was using Sydney's innocent desires to manipulate the situation, making it harder for her to object. She wanted to protest and insist on going straight home, but she couldn't bring herself to deny Sydney the simple pleasure of an ice cream treat.
"Alright, Sydney, we'll make a quick stop," Yn reluctantly agreed, her voice tinged with wariness. "But remember, we need to go home right after."
Sydney happily clapped her hands together and nodded, understanding her sister's condition. She effused, her innocence shining through, "Okay, sissy! I'll eat my ice cream fast!"
The Marquis sent Yn a sly smirk, knowing full well that Sydney was her weakness. As the car veered towards the nearest ice cream shop, Yn's mind raced with conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake off the unease and anxiety that came with being alone with the Marquis, especially after everything that had transpired. She felt a sense of urgency to escape his control and protect her family, but she knew she had to be cautious and bide her time.
When they arrived at the ice cream shop, the Marquis personally escorted Yn and Sydney inside, ensuring they were safely guided through the crowd. Yn couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as she observed how effortlessly the Marquis commanded attention and respect from those around him.
As Sydney excitedly chose her favorite flavor, the Marquis stood by her side at the counter and purchased it for her. As the little girl savored each lick upon getting it, she and Yn were led by the Marquis towards a nearby table where Sydney could enjoy her dessert. It did not escape Yn's notice that the Marquis purposely sat down next to her and placed his arm on the back of her seat as he spread his legs. She tensed up as she felt like the sight of them would make the public thought they were a couple.
While the little girl enjoyed the dessert, Yn's mind was elsewhere. She was preoccupied with thoughts of her family's safety and the need to devise a plan to break free from the Marquis' grasp. She knew she had to be resourceful, strategic, and patient.
Once Sydney finished her ice cream cone, Yn gently reminded her that it was time to head home. Sydney pouted for a moment but nodded in understanding, her childlike excitement fading.
As they re-entered the limousine, Yn felt great apprehension. She was hoping the Marquis would leave them alone once she and Sydney reached their home. She knew that every interaction with the Marquis brought her closer to danger, but she also knew that she needed to play her cards carefully, waiting for the right moment to escape.
In the silence of the car, Yn's mind raced with thoughts of escape and liberation. She was determined to protect her family and reclaim their freedom from the clutches and knowledge of the Marquis.
As the limousine reached their humble apartment, Yn's heart pounded in her chest. The realization that the Marquis knew the exact location of her home sent a shiver down her spine. She had never disclosed where she lived to him. That meant he had delved into her life with an invasive curiosity, and it unsettled her deeply.
Chidi, who had been driving the limousine, promptly opened the door for them as they arrived. The Marquis once again escorted them to the front of the building, his possessive behavior still on full display. Yn couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in his web of control.
As they stood in front of the apartment building, Yn attempted to bid the Marquis a quick farewell, hoping that he would finally leave them be. But he had other plans. In a calculated move, he leaned in towards Yn, attempting to kiss her on the lips. Panic surged through Yn as she froze in fear.
A whirlwind of thoughts flooded her mind in that moment. She contemplated evading his kiss, just as she had done before, but the memory of his wrath from that previous instance held her back. The Marquis had a way of asserting his dominance, and she knew defying him could lead to disastrous consequences.
Caught in a web of fear and submission, Yn allowed the Marquis to kiss her, even though her heart and mind rebelled against it. The moment felt suffocating as his lips pressed against hers, and she yearned for it to end. She remembered to cover Sydney's eyes to shield her from the display.
As he finally pulled away, a wicked smirk played on the Marquis' lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. It was evident that he relished the control he held over her, and Yn felt a surge of humiliation and anger.
"Until next time, Yn," he said, his voice laced with a subtle threat.
Yn nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yeah..."
With that, the Marquis turned and walked away, leaving Yn and Sydney standing in front of their apartment building. Once he was out of sight, Yn took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew that she had to find a way to escape his grasp, to reclaim her freedom, and protect her family from his menacing influence.
Entering their modest apartment, Yn felt a mix of relief and trepidation as they were greeted by their cat, Rosie. She knew that the Marquis' obsession with her had escalated to dangerous levels, and she had to tread carefully. Every step she took now was crucial and risky, and she was determined to devise a plan to break free from his hold, no matter the cost.
But how?
The man she was trying to run away from was the Marquis . A powerful aristocrat from France with some shady involvement with the underworld. She knew he had somehow used that power to learn everything about her, and that's what scared her the most. It appeared that his obsession with her had only grown stronger.
"Yn, can we watch Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper again?" quizzed Sydney with an adorable voice, pulling Yn's attention from the whirlwind of messy thoughts in her head.
Yn smiled warmly, "Sure."
That evening, as Yn showered and cleaned any lingering trace or phantom touch of the Marquis, she drifted back to what had transpired. He had come inside her twice again, and this time, she did not feel dreadful at the possibility of her getting pregnant because she had been consuming birth control pills diligently on a daily basis. It would be almost impossible.
But she began to wonder. Is he not scared of getting her pregnant?
It's as if he ejaculated inside her on purpose just like that first night she unwillingly had with him. It seemed like he did not care about the risk. Like he wanted to get her pregnant.
Was it because he wanted her all for himself, and the child would cement their bond?
Or, was it because he enjoyed the idea of her being pregnant with his child?
Was this all part of his sick fetish?
The more she thought about it, the more irritated and worried she became. Part of her was filled with all sorts of fury and animosity. Part of her was outraged. Part of her was sick and tired of being his plaything. Part of her felt powerless and trapped.
Yn wanted to scream and cry from the frustration and helplessness of it all. But she had to be strong. Be strong for her family. Yn knew that she was deep in his clutches now and that she had to be more careful than ever. She needed to be more cautious, more vigilant, and more prepared.
She came out of the bathroom, dried herself up, and dressed up when her phone suddenly pinged. She stared at it, suddenly sensing consternation as she wondered what could cause it to alert her of a notification. She feared it was the Marquis who had somehow gotten her phone number.
She picked up the gadget and checked the notification list. She heaved a sigh of relief when she learned it was from Emily. But she couldn't help but wonder why she was texting her at this time. Emily was supposed to be at the casino working.
Yn clicked the notification and she was shown the full message:
[Emily: Hey, Yn. Just wanna inform you that the Marquis doesn't show up again tonight at the casino.]
Yn stared at the message. It was short, but it was enough to cause concern and dread. With wide eyes, she stared at the message which seemed to engulf her in ominous sensation, like something dark and worrying would happen since the Marquis was not at the casino.
That made her think: What is he plotting now?
That's when she heard it. A couple of knocks from the front door of their apartment. Yn paled instantly and she dropped her phone and quickly went out of her bedroom to check. Sydney was already in the living room, looking at the door with innocent curiosity, as she stopped midway in her imagination with her dolls. Rosie was on the couch, calmly licking her fur clean.
Yn walked to the door and stared at it for a moment. Her dread intensified, and she was filled with uncertainty, anxiety, and fear. She took another look at Sydney, who looked at her with wide and innocent eyes.
The older sister then stared at the door and took a huge breath to steady her nerves. Her apartment building did not provide a see-through hole for her to see who it was on the other side. So she had to open it and check who their visitor was.
Yn went to link the door chain for safety purposes and finally opened the door, the chain limiting it from opening fully. Yn's eyes widened in absolute fear and shock at the sight of the Marquis and Chidi standing on the other side of the door.
The Marquis was dressed in a sharp black three-piece suit with silver buttons, crisp white shirt, and navy blue tie while Chidi wore the same attire as ever, as if it was a uniform to serve the Marquis. The latter lifted his head and looked at Yn with his cold and frightening eyes.
"Good evening, Yn," the Marquis started with a sly smile, "I brought special dinner for you and Sydney. Let us in."
His words were laced with a threatening tone and Yn suddenly felt her skin crawl. Her hands were shaking and she struggled to form a sentence. No, she could not let him in at this time. Letting him enter the apartment would allow him to tighten his leash on her more.
"Umm, you don't have to, sir," she finally uttered, "I have planned what the dinner tonight will be. We'll be fine."
"But I have a special menu for you and Sydney. I suggest not to let it go to waste," he replied.
"T-that's really kind of you, sir," Yn countered with a trembling voice, "But please, we do not need it."
The Marquis' voice suddenly turned downright dark and menacing as he lowered his voice, "I was not asking, ma lapine. You will open the door or... Chidi will break it open."
He paused to lean closer to her and whispered, "You wouldn't want to scare the sweet, little Sydney, would you?"
She could not stop the shiver from crawling down her spine. Her hands were still shaking and she felt her knees faltering. Yn's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmarish situation. She knew she couldn't let the Marquis and Chidi into the apartment, but the threat to Sydney's safety was too great to ignore. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and her heart pounded loudly in her chest.
"Please... please don't hurt her or put her in any danger," she pleaded, her eyes turning glassy as tears clouded her vision.
The Marquis frowned as if he was concerned for putting her in distress, but the way he looked at her seemed mocking. He answered, "Then don’t resist. The more you resist, the riskier you two would find yourselves in."
Yn felt a knot tighten in her stomach at the Marquis' words. She knew he was right, but the idea of surrendering to his demands filled her with anger and resentment. She hated feeling like a pawn in his sick game, but... what else could she do at this moment?
When you are panicking and full of fear, you became clueless about what to do. Every TikTalk video you see about safety suddenly disappears from your mind. It's either fight or hide or flight. But what can you do when this man has brought his bodyguard, has trapped you in your apartment, and has threatened you about your younger sister?
With a heavy heart and a sense of defeat, Yn finally gave in to the Marquis' demand. She unclasped the door chain and swung the door open, allowing him and Chidi, who was holding a plastic bag of meals, to enter. The weight of her decision settled upon her like an oppressive darkness, but she knew she had to prioritize Sydney's safety above all else.
Sydney's innocent eyes widened in delight at the sight of the Marquis and Chidi standing in their doorway, while Rosie merely scanned the newcomers with a pair of inquisitive eyes.
"It's the prince!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and admiration.
The Marquis, ever the manipulator, smiled indulgently. He approached her in their living room and crouched down to Sydney's level. His voice was dripping with charm as he said, "Ah, my little princess. I'm glad to see you too. Did you enjoy the ice cream?"
Sydney nodded vigorously, a bright smile adorning her face. "Yes, it was yummy! Thank you, prince!"
The Marquis then turned to Rosie who was eyeing him suspiciously. Yn was hoping the feline would bite him and drive him and Chidi out of the building, but to her surprise, the Frenchman slowly put a hand towards her. He let the cat sniff his hand first as if to show her that he meant no aggression. After a few more boops with her nose, the Marquis finally patted her on the head and then scratched the area below her neck, soothing the cat almost immediately.
Yn watched the interaction with a mix of bitterness and unease. She couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment towards the Marquis for effortlessly charming her sister and her cat, knowing that it was all a pretense.
As they stepped into the apartment, the Marquis' presence seemed to fill every corner, suffocating Yn with a sense of powerlessness. She felt trapped, her every move observed and controlled. She despised the way he commanded the room as if it belonged to him.
The Marquis then turned to Chidi and that was all the bodyguard needed as a sign before he put down the plastic bag on the dining table and put it on display one by one. Yn was observing how the Marquis listened to Sydney's chatter about her imagination with her dolls when Chidi suddenly spoke up, "You have bowls and plates?"
Yn nodded, sending one last glance at Sydney and the Frenchman before she entered the kitchen and grabbed several plates. She went out of the kitchen, immediately checking how her younger sister fared before she placed the platters on the table.
Chidi's precise arrangement of the French dishes on the table caught Yn off guard. Her heart sank as she realized that the Marquis had once again delved into her life, this time going as far as selecting meals that reflected his own culture. It was a display of control, a subtle reminder that he held the reins of their lives in his hands.
The table was adorned with an exquisite spread of French delicacies – coq au vin, bouillabaisse, escargot, and ratatouille, all meticulously prepared and presented. Yn's resentment grew as she felt her autonomy slipping away, replaced by the Marquis' dominating influence.
The Marquis and Chidi took their seats, and Yn reluctantly called for Sydney and sat down as well, trying her best to maintain a composed facade despite the turmoil of emotions raging within her.
Sydney's eyes lit up with excitement as she saw the spread before her and she effused, "Wow, look so yummy!"
The Marquis smiled, watching Sydney's enthusiasm with amusement. He told her in a gentle tone, "Dig in."
As Sydney eagerly began to eat, the Marquis and Chidi followed suit. Yn picked at her food, her appetite stifled by the oppressive atmosphere. She couldn't help but feel like a puppet, being forced to play along with the Marquis' charade.
She could see that Sydney was enjoying the meal, her innocent delight contrasting sharply with Yn's growing unease. The Marquis, for his part, savored each dish with apparent pleasure, savoring not only the flavors but also the sense of control he exerted over Yn and her family.
As the dinner progressed, the Marquis casually engaged in conversation, speaking effortlessly about his life, his wealth, and the grandeur of his world. He artfully wove a tale of opulence and allure, luring Sydney further into his web of fascination.
Yn's frustration boiled beneath the surface as she listened to his smooth words, recognizing them as nothing more than manipulation. She knew the Marquis was using this opportunity to manipulate her sister's innocent admiration, a tactic to further tighten his grip on Yn's life.
But she also knew that resistance would only lead to more danger for Sydney and her mother. So, Yn played her part by being silent while keeping a watchful eye on her sister.
As the dinner came to an end, Yn felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was hoping the Marquis and Chidi would leave after saying goodbyes and that she and Sydney would be left alone in their humble abode. However, she was rendered dumbstruck when only Chidi left the apartment as the Marquis closed the door after saying something to his loyal bodyguard in French.
Sydney noticed this and voiced out her confusion innocently, "Hmm? You're not leaving?"
The Marquis patted her head with his huge hand and said, "No, little princess. I will be staying here tonight."
Yn's heart pounded loudly in her chest as panic gripped her. Her body trembled with fear and trepidation, and her mind raced with desperate thoughts of escape. She felt like a trapped animal, cornered by a predator she couldn't elude. The walls of the small apartment seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with the weight of the Marquis' presence.
His smirk, like a serpent's grin, only deepened her distress. He relished in her vulnerability, knowing that he held all the power in this twisted game he played. He could see the fear in her eyes, and it only seemed to amuse him further, fueling his twisted desire for control.
The Marquis, seemingly unaffected by her unease, looked around the apartment with an air of ownership, as if he already considered it a part of his domain. His arrogance was palpable, and it made Yn's skin crawl.
Ignoring her silent pleas for him to leave, the Marquis continued to play the role of a gracious host. He asked with feigned politeness, "Where is your bedroom, Yn?"
Her voice caught in her throat, and she struggled to find the words. Fear had paralyzed her, leaving her unable to resist his will any longer. With a shaky hand, she pointed to the end of the narrow hallway, her heart sinking as she realized that her sanctuary was now exposed to the very person she wanted to keep away from her life.
He gave her a knowing look, a predatory glint in his eyes as he observed her vulnerability. He made no attempt to hide his intentions, and Yn's fear intensified. She knew she couldn't escape his grasp, not now, not here.
As they walked down the dimly lit hallway, Yn felt a sense of helplessness engulf her. Every step she took felt like a descent into a nightmarish abyss, with the Marquis leading the way.
He paused at her bedroom door, his hand lingering on the doorknob as he turned to face her. His gaze bore into her, stripping away any pretense of control she might have had. She felt exposed, as if he could see right through her, laying bare all her fears and vulnerabilities.
"Such a modest room for someone with such potential," he remarked, his voice dripping with both condescension and intrigue.
Yn wanted to protest, to assert her independence, and deny his assumptions, but her voice failed her. She was trapped in his spell, unable to break free.
With a final smirk, the Marquis pushed open the door and stepped inside, invading her personal space once again. Yn's heart raced, her mind filled with a tumult of emotions – fear, anger, and a deep-seated desire to break free from his clutches.
Inside her own bedroom, Yn felt a suffocating mix of emotions. The walls seemed to close in around her, and she struggled to keep her composure as the Marquis invaded her personal space once more. His presence felt overpowering, and she knew that she was completely at his mercy.
Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of finding a way to outmaneuver him and break free from his obsessive hold. But every idea she came up with seemed futile against his cunning and power. She couldn't see a way out, and it only fueled her fear and frustration.
The Marquis circled around her room, his eyes taking in every detail as if he was searching for hidden secrets. It made her feel exposed and vulnerable as if he was dissecting her life and unraveling her every thought.
"Don't look so afraid, ma lapine," he remarked, his tone low and taunting. "You may have quit your job at the casino, but you haven't escaped my attention."
Yn's heart sank at his words. She had hoped that leaving the casino would grant her some semblance of freedom, but now she realized that the Marquis's obsession with her ran much deeper than she had feared.
He turned his gaze back to her, his predatory eyes locking onto hers. "If you have accepted my advances, you would no longer live here. You and your sister would enjoy the luxury of my mansion. Your bed would be much bigger than this bedroom."
Her anger at his arrogance and his objectification of her boiled beneath the surface. She wanted to scream, to demand that he leave her alone, but she knew that such defiance would only lead to more trouble.
"I don't want anything to do with you or your world," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling with both fear and resolve.
The Marquis laughed, the sound sending chills down her spine. "Oh, we will see, ma lapine. I always get what I want."
Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she realized the extent of his obsession. He saw her as a possession, a conquest to be won, and he wouldn't rest until he had her completely under his control.
She stepped backward away from him and uttered with a stammer, "Um... I have to check on Sydney."
The Marquis arched an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a twisted desire for control. "Of course, ma lapine. Don't let me keep you from your duties."
Yn nodded, eager to escape his presence. She turned on her heel and hurried down the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to calm her mind. As she reached the living room, she saw Sydney back to playing with her dolls.
Yn sat down on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief, grateful for the respite from the Marquis' insidious presence. It was at that moment Sydney paused and turned to her, saying, "Sissy, let's go and watch the Barbie show!"
Yn nodded and set up the movie before starting it. With comfy blankets and pillows on the floor, the two sisters made themselves comfortable as they watched the show. Yn tried hard to focus on the movie, attempting to disregard the fact that they had a dangerous visitor in Yn's bedroom, doing who knew what.
As the movie played, Yn couldn't shake off the unease and fear that lingered in her mind. She stole glances towards the hallway, knowing that the Marquis was still in her bedroom, and it made her stomach churn with dread.
Sydney, oblivious to the danger, giggled and clapped her hands in delight at the cheerful scenes on the screen. Yn forced a smile, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for her sister's sake.
The movie had been going for a while when Yn noticed a shadowy figure creep out of the hallway. It was the Marquis, wearing his usual white cotton shirt but with several buttons undone near the neckline. His pants were the same black one.
He smiled at the sight of the two sisters enjoying their movie night and spoke up, "What a cute sight. Mind if I join you?"
Yn's stomach churned with revulsion and fear as she watched him approach. She wanted to scream for him to leave, but she knew that it would only make things worse.
Sydney, however, seemed oblivious to the danger. "Sure, prince! We're watching Barbie! Do you like Barbie too?"
The Marquis chuckled, his eyes never leaving Yn's, as he approached their makeshift cozy nest, "I'm afraid I'm not much of a Barbie fan, little one. But perhaps I can find something else to do while you two watch."
Yn's heart raced with fear as the Marquis settled down on the couch behind them, his eyes never leaving Yn's form, and she fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. She focused on the movie, trying to escape into the fictional world on the screen and away from the reality of her situation.
But it was impossible to ignore the Marquis's presence. He seemed to radiate a sense of power and danger, and Yn couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability in his presence, suffocating Yn's every breath.
Suddenly, Sydney glanced at the Marquis on the couch and said, "Why sit there? Lie with us. Here."
Yn stared wide-eyed at her younger sister, feeling livid at what she suggested, and before she could do some damage control, the Marquis replied with a triumphant tone, "That's sweet of you, Sydney. Of course. Let me settle down beside Yn."
Yn's heart sank as the Marquis shifted closer to her, his body heat radiating against her side. She fought the urge to recoil from his presence and body heat, trying to keep her breathing steady and her expression neutral.
He lifted up the blanket Yn was putting over herself and slid himself under it and made himself comfortable. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the smell of his cologne filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn with disgust.
His body invaded her personal space under the blanket. She felt trapped, like a prey ensnared by a predator, unable to escape his clutches. She desperately wished she could shield Sydney from his presence, but she knew that resisting him now would only make things worse.
Sydney, oblivious to the tension in the air, simply smiled and focused back on the Barbie movie. Yn forced herself to remain composed, her eyes fixed on the movie, trying to drown out the overwhelming sense of fear and discomfort.
Even as the Marquis' hand began to settle on her waist, Yn stayed quiet and kept her gaze locked on the TV screen. As the movie played on, she subtly moved away from him, trying to create some distance between them. But he seemed to notice her unease and responded by casually draping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she clenched her jaw to hide her discomfort.
The Marquis chuckled, seemingly amused with her reaction as if the lack of consent on her part was all funny to him. His grip on her shoulder tightened, and Yn felt like a bird with clipped wings, trapped and powerless.
A few minutes into the movie, the Marquis' hand drifted from her waist to her breast and ended up squeezing her freely under the blanket, hidden from any eye. Yn jolted in shock before she pushed his hand away. However, he was persistent and stubborn. That same hand of his went back to her chest and gripped it threateningly, even if she attempted to push it off.
Yn gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her tears, as he began to squeeze her breast and groped her freely under the blanket. She broke out in a cold sweat, her hands trembling as she tried to stay composed.
To her horror, as the movie went on, the Marquis started to grope her more aggressively, using force every time she tried to push him off. Every attempt she made at pushing him off was met with more force, and the shock and panic were beginning to overwhelm her.
He ended up doing the one thing she did not expect him to dare to do right next to a kid - rubbing her pussy through her panty. He had slid his hand inside her shorts and freely rubbed her clit under the blanket despite her attempt to cross her legs and thwart his fingers.
"Look, she's asleep," the Marquis whispered next to her ear out of the blue.
Feeling confused, Yn shot her gaze at Sydney and realized he was right, her little sister was sleeping soundlessly next to her.
Yn quickly got up from their cozy nest and shut down the TV before she carefully picked up Sydney and headed for the little girl's bedroom to tuck her in. She needed this moment to recollect herself after the ordeal she had just gone through.
Silently, Yn laid down Sydney on her bed and pinned back a few strands of her hair that had come loose while she was sleeping. She took a moment to admire how peaceful and beautiful her sister looked in slumber, oblivious to all the tension going on outside her room.
"She's pretty smart for her age."
Yn frowned and glanced at the Marquis who had spoken in a low voice, mindful to not wake the girl. He was smirking smugly at her. His face showed no remorse or regret for what he had done earlier - his predatory intentions clear in his eyes.
Yn eyed the Marquis warily, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his gaze on her as he watched her intently, waiting for her.
"Hurry up," the Marquis commanded softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Yn didn't need him to spell out what he meant; she already knew what his intentions were.
Steeling herself against any emotions she had towards the Marquis, Yn moved closer to Sydney's bedroom and lightly pecked her forehead in a goodbye of sorts before turning back around and heading towards her own room with the Marquis following close behind her.
Once inside Yn's bedroom, the Marquis locked the door behind him and proceeded to move closer toward Yn with menacing intent written all over his face. He reached out to cup her cheek when she backed away and whispered, "Stop. The walls are thin - Sydney can hear us if we go further."
"Then we have to be quiet then," countered the Marquis with a sly smile.
He leaned in closer to her when she suddenly pushed his chest away from her. She chided, "No! She will hear regardless! Stop or I-"
Suddenly, her lips were pressed hard by his as his tongue slid into her mouth and dominated her from the inside. Yn felt like she was being violated. Not able to think clearly with his tongue touching hers, she pressed her palms firmly against the Marquis' muscular chest, trying to push him away from her. However, the male was relentless and his tongue continued to plunder her mouth.
He gripped her wrists and pulled them away from his chest and held them in the air beside her head. All she could do was stand there frozen as he continued to kiss her, his tongue roaming around her mouth. She struggled against her reflexes, against her instincts to bite him back or push him off her.
She kept telling herself it was just a kiss - just a kiss - just a kiss - even though the Marquis practically shoved his tongue down her throat, groaning at her as if it was the best tasting thing he had ever sampled.
When he pulled away, Yn was gasping, her chest heaving rapidly from her shallow breaths. She stared at him with wide eyes and her hands trembling in his hold. He seemed completely unfazed about what he had just done, his face still adorned with that same sly smirk as before.
The Marquis didn't waste any time in making his intentions clear. He began to undress her, roughly tugging at her clothing with no sense of care or gentleness. Yn felt exposed, and vulnerable as he removed the last bit of clothing from her body until she was bare.
The Marquis didn't stop there. His hands were now on her body, exploring every inch of her skin as if it was his personal playground. He sucked on her nipples hard while his fingers explored down below, pushing inside her at a fast pace that made Yn gasp out loud in pleasure and pain all at the same time.
The Marquis pushed Yn onto her bed, his hands now exploring her body with an enthusiasm that could not be contained. His fingers were like wildfire on her skin as he moved them all around her body, making her shiver in delight and at the same time feel exposed and vulnerable.
His hands soon found their way back between her legs where he started to finger her gently this time but soon increased the rhythm until it was almost too much to bear. The Marquis seemed to know exactly what he was doing - for every push of his fingers there came a squelch of juices flowing out of her, each motion making Yn gasp and mewl out loud in pleasure and pain all at the same time.
Yn did not want to show any sign of pleasure and did not want to make a noise in fear of waking up Sydney, but she was struggling to contain herself as the Marquis continued to fingerfuck her lewdly. His eyes were dark with lust and locked on her face of carnal pleasure and pain.
Yn could feel herself getting closer to her peak and could hear the Marquis' breathing hitch as if he was also nearing his orgasm. She tried to push his hand away from her, but he just moved it back between her legs and started to finger her faster.
"Please... please stop," she whimpered as she felt the pleasure and tension mount within her. She felt like the world was spinning around her uncontrollably. The Marquis' leaned forward and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue entering her mouth and dominating her all over again.
He bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood and Yn could feel it trickle down her chin. His hands were on her shoulders, pinning her down to the bed as he continued to tongue her mouth, his fingers still thrusting inside her at a rapid pace. He was breathing hard, panting in her face as his hand continued to pleasure her ruthlessly.
Yn could feel an intense pleasure building up within her as the Marquis continued to abuse her drenched cunt with his long, veiny fingers. She could feel it coming; the orgasm was coming.
However, Yn gasped out loud when the Marquis suddenly pulled out of her, his fingers now wet with her juices. He lifted a finger to his mouth and lewdly sucked the juices off of it, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Yn was panting harshly on the bed when the Marquis suddenly moved one hand to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her closer to him for a bruising kiss. She could taste her own blood from his bite on her lips.
After tasting her tongue with his, he pulled away and began to remove his clothes with evident impatience. Yn realized what was going to happen and with a sudden burst of adrenaline, she attempted to roll off the bed and flee. Her effort, however, was in vain as the Marquis was quick to grab her by the waist and hold her down in a missionary position.
His face contorted into a primal snarl as he pinned Yn's wrists above her head and pushed his hips against hers. She could feel his hard arousal pressing against her as he began to thrust slowly yet forcefully against her. His hips moved in a circular motion that made her moan out loud despite herself.
The Marquis roughly slid his cock balls deep inside her cunt, eliciting a yelp from Yn. She could feel the sensation of being completely filled up by his large manhood and felt her insides quiver in pleasure. The Marquis' eyes were full of unbridled lust and he let out a soft groan as he felt himself fully slide into Yn's eagerness.
He began to thrust into her fast, completely feral upon feeling her walls enveloping his bare cock with her juices. His strokes were deep and powerful, pushing Yn toward the edge of climax each time as he pounded away at her relentlessly. His hips moved in a circular motion that sent shockwaves slamming against her inner walls making her moan out loud and beg for more.
Yn could feel the intensity rising with each thrust until it finally reached its peak when the Marquis grabbed hold of both of Yn's wrists with one hand while continuing to drive hard into her vulnerable body with the other. He was rocking back and forth faster than ever now, pushing Yn towards an explosive orgasm that threatened to burst out of her at any moment.
The Marquis pounded ceaselessly into her, his hips bobbing in a deep and powerful rhythm. His vigorous thrusts were relentless; Yn could feel the intensity of each impact resonating throughout her body as they rocked in an almost relentless circular motion. Her legs hung limply around his waist, her back arching off the bed as he moved inside her with feverish energy.
The air was filled with moans, groans, and the loud clapping of skin as the Marquis fucked her in unrestrained passion. Yn bit her lip trying to contain the orgasm that threatened to spill out of her at any moment, while the Marquis continued to thrust into her for what felt like an eternity.
At some point, Yn had to speak up with a shaky whisper in each ram of his hips against hers, "S-slow... down...! Sydney will... hear... us... Aah!"
The Marquis merely smirked in response and Yn could tell he had heard her, yet he continued to thrust into her with reckless abandon, disregarding her pleas. He seemed intent on pushing her to the limit and beyond, not holding back in any way. Yn felt her body tremble beneath his as she neared the edge of climax-- the Marquis intensified his thrusts even further, slamming into her with powerful strokes that sent shockwaves radiating throughout her entire being.
Yn felt as if he was using her like a fucktoy, or a possession, some kind of breeding toy for his own pleasure. His relentless pounding filled her with a wild mix of pleasure and pain that was driving Yn crazy as she tried desperately to contain the mounting orgasm inside of her. Her mental faculties were quickly fading away as she succumbed to the Marquis' sexual onslaught on her body.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity spent in blissful agony, Yn's orgasm crashed upon her like an ocean wave and she shrieked as it took hold of all of her senses. The Marquis kept up his pace even as Yn clenched around him from within-- his movements becoming more fervent and erratic until finally he let out a deep groan and came deep inside Yn's tight walls.
Yn's whole body trembled uncontrollably as the Marquis continued to fill her womb until they eventually both collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. He lay beside Yn, his arm draped around her shoulders as he pulled her close to his chest. She could feel his breath against her neck, and although she still despised him for practically forcing himself on her yet again, the warmth of his body was a comfort in the aftermath of their rough fucking.
After a few moments of silence, the Marquis suddenly spoke up, "I don't accept your resignation letter. Tomorrow evening, you go back to work at the casino as the bunny-girl."
Yn was taken aback by his sudden pronouncement. Even though her insides were still quivering from the Marquis' intense fuck, she managed to sit up and stare at him in disbelief and fury. She ignored the tingling sensation of his cum pouring out of her vagina and chided, "No, I don't want to go back in there."
"Is it because you have already paid for your mother's medical treatment?" the Marquis guessed as he made himself comfortable by adjusting the pillow underneath his head, "Or is it because of me?"
"It's none of your business," replied Yn, glowering at the Frenchman in distaste, "I am quitting no matter what. That is my choice and you don't get to deny it freely."
Yn stared into the Marquis' dark, menacing gaze and felt a shudder of fear ripple through her body. He seemed to be studying her intently, trying to read her mind, and Yn's heart pounded against her ribcage as they stared into each other's eyes. For the Marquis, this was the first time Yn had shown some backbone as she challenged him through the stare.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke up with a deep and powerful voice thick with a French accent, "Fine. I understand your choice."
Yn was rendered speechless. She felt instant relief surging through her, but it was short-lived as the Marquis continued speaking in a low tone, "But you wouldn’t want anything to happen to your sweet mother, do you?”
Yn's heart sank at the Marquis' ominous words, and fear surged through her veins like a chilling current. She knew the depth of his power and influence, and the thought of her mother's safety being at risk sent a wave of terror coursing through her.
"W-what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.
The Marquis leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving hers, and spoke in a low, calculated tone, "You should not underestimate me, ma lapine. I have resources, connections, and the means to make things very difficult for you and your family if you don't comply with my wishes."
Yn's mind raced with fear and desperation. She knew she was no match for the Marquis's wealth and influence, and the thought of him using it against her and her family filled her with dread.
"Please, I beg you," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion, "Leave my family out of this. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt them."
The Marquis's lips curled into a cold, calculated smile as he leaned back against the pillow, seemingly satisfied with her fear. He then said, his voice dripping with arrogance and dominance, "That's more like it. You will return to the casino tomorrow evening and resume your role. And if you ever try to defy me again, consequences will find you."
Yn stared at him in disbelief, feeling defeated and trapped. She knew she had no choice but to comply with his demands if she wanted to protect her family.
Suddenly, the Marquis reached out an arm out and wrapped it around her shoulders before he pulled her in to lie in the bed with him. He tugged her blanket to cover the two of them as he adjusted her head to rest over his chest.
"Relax, ma lapine," the Frenchman said with a tone of satisfaction, "As long as you obey me, everything will be fine. For you and your family."
Yn frowned and stared into space with distrust as she lay down against him. She loathed that she had to rely on the Marquis for her mother's safety. She wished she could do something more than just give in to his demands.
But there was nothing else she could do. And at that moment, she realized that no matter how much she despised the Marquis for forcing her to submit to his will, she really had no choice as he held all the power in the Marquis' hands. Every time she tried to escape him or stand up and fight against him, he would simply use his power or aggression to locate her and make her submit to him. Right now, he had even resorted to using her family against her, and she resented him for that.
Deep inside, a fire of defiance burned, and she vowed to find a way to escape his clutches and regain her and her family's freedom. As she lied down on his chest and listened to him drifting off to sleep, plans and ideas of how to break free from the Marquis' grasp began to emerge in her mind.
She could contact the police and have a restraining order, and she was hesitant about this plan since the Marquis could possibly twist this using his power.
She could bring Sydney and move to another apartment so the Marquis wouldn't locate and disturb them again, but the Marquis would still have a hold on her through her mother.
Or she could move into Barbara's house or Emily's apartment to at least minimize his contact with her and Sydney. Sure, he would still use her mother against her, but at least he wouldn't rape her in her own humble abode. All she had to do was submit to him only at work.
Or she could submit to him, keep on taking birth control pills, wait until her mother's fully recovered, and then move to a place far, far away to start anew. To a place where the Marquis wouldn’t have any idea where she runs off to.
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After enduring a little more of the Marquis' lust and receiving the compensation, she finally quit. But will that stop the Marquis de Gramont and his unhealthy fixation on her?
The next morning, Yn awoke as the light of dawn hit her through the curtains. She grimaced before she forced her eyes to open. The first thing she saw was the walls of a bedroom - deep burgundy, richly decorated with accents of golden trim. She glanced to see the bed she was lying on and finally registered in her head that the bed was the largest she had ever seen, with a thick mattress and comforter of the finest down, embroidered in intricate patterns of gold thread. The sheets were made of a delicate silken fabric, soft and inviting against her skin so that she felt like she was in heaven.
She looked down and realized she was naked and under the covers. She shifted and finally felt them - a pair of long arms with bulging veins wrapping around her waist from behind. It was at that moment she finally remembered everything that had transpired last night.
She took a glance over her shoulder and confirmed that last night was not a nightmare. The Marquis de Gramont was asleep and spooning her from behind, his arms wrapped around her waist as if it was a very normal thing to do between them, when in fact, they hardly knew each other.
She carefully lifted his arms off of her and scooted away from him till she sat up on the edge of the bed. The dried semen, juices, and blood between her legs did not go unnoticed by her as she gazed at them with disbelief and slight horror. She then looked to the side, noticing more of these dried liquids smearing the bedsheets visibly.
She frowned, feeling disappointed and repulsed in herself for what happened last night. She felt sick and disgusted for being so weak and not fighting him that well. She believed she was partially at fault for allowing him to violate her.
But, one thing for sure, the Marquis was a demon in disguise, she thought. She was no longer a virgin; she had been corrupted and taken advantage of. She was used by him like a cock-sleeve by a ruthless man. The worst part was she knew that she had enjoyed most of it, orgasmed at least three times, and it disgusted her.
However, she really abhorred that he had come inside her two times and he was so unapologetic about it. He did not even show any bit of remorse too after fucking her into the bed. She thought: Does he not care that he would get her pregnant? With his child? Wouldn't any typical rich man hate it if a commoner like her got pregnant by him?
She shook her head as she began to mull over her situation in her nakedness, disregarding the cold air brushing against her skin. The first solution she could think of was that she would run to the nearest pharmacy or healthcare store and buy the morning-after pill. She had heard that the pill could be effective if one takes it within 24 hours of unprotected sex, but it's not guaranteed.
She signed inwardly. She wished she wouldn't have to undergo this kind of issue. The mistake was having unprotected sex in the first place. No. The first, major mistake was having sex in the first place. But how could she avoid that when he... when the Marquis...
She glowered and shot a hateful glare at the sleeping man behind her before she gathered her wits and stood up, rising from the bed with shaky legs, and felt the carpet beneath her feet and the sheer impression of softness against the soles of her feet. The floor was of the finest polished wood and she felt like she was in a fine palace. She was naked and alone in an unknown place with a man she barely knew.
Moving her legs cause her to feel more of the dried juices in between her legs and she felt revolted yet again. She couldn't bear to put on her underwear and dress without washing them off, so she made the decision to look for the bathroom first.
Glancing around the bedroom, she searched for a door or pathway that might lead to the Marquis' personal bathroom. There's no way this room wasn't attached to its own bathroom, she thought.
She perceived a door other than the main door of his bedroom to the hallway. Inside the bathroom was a luxurious sight to look at. Cream walls and marble flooring shone in the light shining from the beautiful chandelier above. The jacuzzi was a deep, inviting pool of clear blue water. Besides that, there was a wide clear space with a modern ceiling shower attached above. There was a large, plush vanity with a full-length mirror, and counters lined with expensive toiletries. The room was filled with everything one would need for a home spa experience.
She was mesmerized by everything inside it until she felt yet again the dried semen dribbling from her sore pussy. She immediately grabbed several tissues and sat on the wall-hung toilet. After peeing, she used the water hose beside it to wash off the dried liquid between her inner thighs.
"Ugh!" she grunted as the cold water touched her sensitive skin. She winced and let it flow, washing the residue of the Marquis' ejaculation away.
Her fingers were delicate as they rubbed her private area with light, quick motions, cleaning the sore spot. She whimpered quietly while her hands cleaned her most private area, trying to forget what happened.
The water turned a pinkish hue as the cleansing water swirled around the toilet bowl. She cleaned herself up thoroughly, but there was only so much she could do when she could feel that some of them were still inside her pussy. She thought: She has to take a thorough shower if she wants to clean up as much semen as she could from inside her pussy.
But no. She could not take a shower in the home of the man who had taken her forcefully - who had to threaten her to get what he wanted. She knew in an instant that she had to get out of this place immediately and if possible, leave without waking up the Marquis.
She had just flushed the toilet when a familiar voice, thick with a French accent, enacted behind her, "Good morning."
She shrieked, swiftly turning around, covering her breasts with her arms and pinching her thighs together in an attempt to obscure her full nudity from the Frenchman. She felt her heart beat faster and faster in her chest, making her feel so vulnerable, as she stared up at the tall Marquis.
He stood tall and imposing in the doorway, blocking her escape. His body was accentuated by his toned arms which were folded over his bare chest. His dark eyes were smug and arrogant, as he looked down at her with a smirk. He appeared to be enjoying the heightened tension in the room, relishing in the power he held over her.
Yn then scowled at him which plainly showed she was angry and disgusted by him before she headed straight for the sink to wash her hands. She remained in silence, not giving him any response to his greeting. Now that he had awoken, she decided to just get out of the mansion with her promised 50 thousand dollars.
"I take it you slept well?" he asked, his voice telling her he still had that smug smile on his face.
He did not show an ounce of remorse for what he did to her and that made her feel even more angry and disgusted. She splashed some cold water on her face, trying to freshen up her face, when the Marquis spoke up, "Why are you in such a rush? We have all the time-"
Yn whirled around sharply to look him in the eye - despite the intimidating height difference between them - and said with a firm tone, "I'm going home. I have done my part and the deal is settled. Now give me my 50k."
The Marquis let out a brief laugh as though it was amusing to watch her like that. He replied, "Don't be hasty, ma lapine. I've asked my chef to prepare breakfast for us."
Yn's eyes blew wide, knowing this was his tactic to get what he wanted. She almost instantly answered back, "I'm not hungry. I am leaving now!"
She stormed towards him, intending to brush past him and exit his lavish bathroom. However, just as she was about to reach him, one of his hands suddenly rose to flick a switch on the wall next to the door.
In an instant, the ceiling shower inside a wide empty space inside the bathroom turned on. Yn halted in her tracks and glanced at it while the Frenchman stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Once she cast her eyes back on him, he pointed towards the shower and said, "We can't let you go home in that state."
"I'm not staying any longer," stated Yn with a firm voice, slowly feeling agitated that he did not listen to her or at least give an effort to understand her.
The Marquis slowly stepped closer, his dark eyes never leaving hers as he said, "I was not asking."
Suddenly, he grasped her arm and yanked her with him towards the running shower. Yn immediately struggled against his grip but her feet ended up skidding across the floor as the Marquis never relent or at least loosen his hold on her.
Meanwhile, Sydney had woken up as usual and came out of her bedroom to search for what she always looked for first thing in every morning - her big stepsister, Yn. However, after scouring the living room and the kitchen of their dingy apartment, she gloomily dragged her legs towards the couch in the living room where Barbara was sound asleep.
"Wake up! Wake up!" the little girl cried out.
Even Rosie, their cat, had come into the scene and meowed at the babysitter. Sydney continued wailing at the babysitter, hoping she would wake up any moment now. She was in too much of a dreary mood, especially after she found out that her sweet, big stepsister still had not yet returned.
Soon enough, Barbara slowly stirred awake and drearily opened her eyes. After seeing the small child leaning over her, she let out a small yawn and drawled, "Is Yn back already?"
"No!" the little girl cried out. "She's still not here!"
Barbara searched for her smartphone which happened to be pressed into the couch beneath her bum. She unlocked the phone and noticed that Yn still had not replied to any of her messages. That got Barbara concerned about her cousin, yet she still remained calm since she did see Yn going out in a pretty dress.
Barbara told her, "She's gonna be fine, Syd. Do you have school today?"
Sydney nodded, "Yeah."
Barbara glanced at the time in her gadget and asked, "What time does the school start?"
"Eight-thirty."
In Barbara's phone, the time was 8:15 in the morning.
Barbara suddenly shot up from the couch and began to blabber about the little girl being late for school and whatnot. She sent Sydney to the shower and began to muse. She knew she couldn't prepare breakfast in time for her so she decided that they could buy some sandwiches on their way to school.
Meanwhile, back to Yn...
Obscene noises of moans, groans, and wet slapping of skin against skin erupted from the bathroom of the Marquis de Gramont. The man was having his way with Yn in the shower, fucking her deep and rough under the endless shower, uncaring that he had forced himself on her. He smirked as he towered over her. His powerful arms held her legs in the air, wrapping them around his waist and pushing her against the shower wall with his body.
Yn felt helpless as she was held in the air and pinned to the wall. Her heart raced, her breathing coming out in short, shallow gasps. Despite her mind screaming for her to get away, her body could not escape from the insatiable lust of the Marquis. The man had her wrapped in a tight grip that seemed impossible to break free from. She felt powerless and trapped between the wall and the beast that was possessing her body for his own pleasure.
The Marquis seemed to take pleasure in seeing the fear in her eyes and he continued to thrust into her harder and faster with each passing second. She whimpered in pain and pleasure as she started to push her hands against his chest, signaling him to stop. The man seemed relentless as he kept pushing himself onto Yn's body, forcing himself deeper and deeper into her until she felt like she would break apart any moment soon.
The pleasure she had initially felt was quickly replaced by aching exhaustion from being constantly pounded against the wall by his cock like she was a mere fucktoy to him. Tears stung at her eyes but she refused to let them fall - she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing how broken she was feeling at this moment.
Their skin and hair were utterly drenched under the running ceiling shower. The steamy water from the shower continued to cascade on their bodies, the heat radiating off of them as the Frenchman held her to his liking. Yn's body ached and her strength seemed to have left her; making her lay there and let the man take his pleasure from her. But then he suddenly stopped, and Yn felt relieved that it had all ended - until he started to grope her body, exploring every inch of her skin with a possessive caress.
She tried to push his hands away, but he held her tight against him. His hands wandered around her curves as if mapping out his property and claiming it for himself. She gasped at the sensation, feeling completely violated at this moment.
But then he started to kiss her. His lips were rough and demanding against hers, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth with a passionate intensity that demanded a response from her own body.
And before she knew it, he pressed her firmer into the wall, ramming balls deep, as he climaxed inside her under the shower head. Skin against skin, their slick bodies, and bare nipples slid together as he explored her with open mouths and yearning hands. She could feel his warm seed filling her womb in large spurts. Every touch seemed like a possessive caress as the man held Yn close to him while his hands held her ass to keep her upright against the wall.
Two minutes had passed and he tenderly let go of her, letting her stand on her feet before he withdrew. Yn felt her legs turn to jelly and she slowly collapsed onto the floor, completely spent and used. Embarrassment crept up on her as she scrambled to cover herself with her arms, desperate not to be left exposed in this state of shame despite how he had just used her like a fucktoy.
"My apologies, ma lapine. I could not resist," the Marquis spoke up, the apology seemed sarcastic and mocking. It was crystal clear that he was not feeling remorseful at all for keeping her in the shower and taking advantage of her. He added, "We have to take the shower again and get ready for breakfast."
Yn wanted to protest. She wanted to shout at him, hit him, or yell at him. But the strength she had felt during the forced intercourse upon her was gone and she felt too tired to even form a coherent thought anymore. Her body was sore in places. Her skin felt tender from the way he had used her. Her mind was still flooded with thoughts of disgust and humiliation.
The Marquis ended up lifting her from the floor by the arm and washed her body with bubbly soap willingly. It's as if they were both a married couple. He even took care of her hair with what appeared to be a unisex shampoo.
When it came to drying themselves off, Yn did it herself and was quick to dress up, wanting to obscure her nudity from his eyes as soon as possible, fearing that he would get aroused and force himself on her again.
The Marquis de Gramont appeared to be completely unaffected by their earlier activities. He showed her a smile - one of satisfaction and confidence - and looked entirely composed and ready for the day while he sat across from Yn at the dining table.
On the table was a variety of fine French breakfast dishes. There were croissants, jams, jellies, and other sweet treats to start the day off. There were also savory dishes like omelets, bacon, sausage, and ham. An array of fruits was laid out in a colorful fashion to bring color to the table. There was a variety of freshly brewed coffee and tea, with cream and sugar to get the day started. Everything looked warm and inviting, and there was an air of elegance in the way it was all laid out.
Yn ate with no appetite, but she forced herself to eat as she needed the energy to start her day. Her mind raced with questions and confusion. She had been promised $50,000 by the Marquis de Gramont, but the events that had unfolded in the past few minutes made her doubt his sincerity. He had the tendency to do whatever he wanted regardless of the other person's consent. She feared he would do the same to the deal they made and break it.
Gathering her courage, she mustered the strength to break the uncomfortable silence. Her voice trembled slightly as she asked, "Umm, sir... you had promised me 50k dollars. What about that?"
The Marquis paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on Yn, his expression unreadable. Then, he leaned back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips.
"Ah," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance, "Do not worry. I am a man of my word. You will receive your payment, as promised."
He suddenly raised one hand into the air and flicked his fingers with one loud snap. Chidi came into the scene and approached Yn. He stood beside her and placed a thick envelope on the table. As if to ensure it was not another scheme of his, Yn grabbed it and checked the content.
$50,000 was indeed inside the envelope. She inwardly exhaled a long breath of relief. When she looked up at the Marquis de Gramont, he was smiling as if he was amused at how distrustful she was about him.
"Had you given in without resistance, I would have given you double the amount," he said, smugly.
"What?" Yn blurted out, shocked beyond belief and incredulous.
"I'm joking," the Marquis said while chuckling at his own joke.
"But why?" Yn asked, her voice quivering with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Why did you do that to me? Why do you seem so... focused on me... when there are other girls who would do anything to entertain you?"
The Marquis' face lit up with amusement and admiration, his eyes twinkling as he studied Yn, his lips curling into a mischievous smile.
"Yn," his smirk widened as he spoke her name as if relishing in her vulnerability, "There are things about you that have captured my attention. There is a certain quality, an essence, that sets you apart from the others."
Yn's brows furrowed in both curiosity and suspicion. She couldn't comprehend what the Marquis found so compelling about her, especially when there were countless other women who would love to have his attention, like Sabrina from the casino, for example. Yn was certain that the Marquis also knew of Sabrina's lust for him, but he seemed to disregard her or did not reciprocate it.
Nevertheless, Yn chose to ignore the Marquis' mysterious fascination with her. With this 50 thousand dollars of cash in her hand, she could finally quit the casino for good. But first, she had to do a couple more things to make sure she was good to quit.
Eager to start her day, Yn stared the Marquis directly in the eye and stated, "I have to go. I really should be leaving now."
The Marquis stared at her a while longer with an unreadable look on his face. His eyes still held that glinting fascination for her. It's like he was cherishing the picture he was viewing before it was gone. Yn was donning her previous, same dress. She was insistent on wearing it again despite his offer to wear something else she could find from his wardrobe.
"Of course," he finally spoke with a half-smile, "I am sure you have much to do. My best bodyguard, Chidi, will send you home in my limousine."
Yn got up from the table slowly, her eyes still fixated on the Marquis de Gramont as if expecting he was this insatiable beast that would pounce on her over the table again. But he simply smiled and stood up in a relaxed manner. He began to lead her to the entrance of the mansion and told her, "I wish I could take you back home myself, but I have a duty that needs my attention elsewhere."
The both of them followed Chidi out of the mansion where numerous bodyguards lined up from the main door to the limousine parked by the road. Yn stepped out of the mansion, feeling a mixture of relief and apprehension. She had just received the promised cash from the Marquis, and yet, she still couldn't help but feel a bit wary of him. He had this aura about him that made her feel like he could twist every word to get what he desired.
Yn took slow breaths, hoping to control her racing heart as she passed each guard. Once they reached the car, Chidi opened the door for her. She was about to sit down inside it when the Marquis halted her by speaking up, "We will see each other again at the casino, Yn. Perhaps tonight."
His voice was smooth and filled with a certain promise that made her heart squeeze. She looked up to meet his gaze and felt her skin erupt with goosebumps as she saw the intensity in his eyes.
"Until then," he said before he stepped closer to her.
That was when he leaned his head closer to hers. Yn's eyes blew wide as she perceived that he was intending to kiss her on the lips. She swiftly turned her head to the side, causing him to brush his lips against her cheek.
Yn quickly spun around and practically jumped into the limousine, eager to escape from the Marquis' presence. She took a shy peek at the man and noticed that he was pursing his lips, his right eye twitched in silent anger, as he kept his silent yet fiery gaze on her figure inside the vehicle.
Chidi glanced at his master, still holding the door open. With his eyes locked on her, the French aristocrat nodded to his loyal bodyguard. Chidi then shut the door to the limousine before he walked to the driver's seat, sat inside, and started up the engine. Yn looked away in slight fear and cast her eyes to her hands which were gripping the envelope of cash.
The limousine finally drove away from the mansion. It moved slowly through the streets, past tall buildings and busy roads until it reached the city. It was then Chidi first spoke to her, "Where is your home, miss?"
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much she could trust Chidi. She didn't want to reveal the location of her humble apartment, as she valued her privacy and safety. The casino seemed like a safer option, a familiar place where she could go home from there.
"I would prefer to be dropped off at the casino, please," Yn replied, her voice steady but cautious.
Chidi's brows furrowed as he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He seemed torn between following her request and fulfilling his duty to ensure her safety.
"Miss, it would be best I drop you off at your home," Chidi insisted, his tone gentle yet firm. "It is my duty to see that you arrive safely."
Yn's heart raced as she weighed her options. She didn't want Chidi to know where she lived, but she also didn't want to raise any further suspicions. Finally, she decided to lie.
"Okay," Yn relented, forcing a nervous smile. "Drop me off at the Silver Crest Apartments."
Chidi nodded, accepting her answer. He adjusted his course, maneuvering through the city streets toward the designated area. Yn stared out the window, her mind racing with both relief and anxiety. She hoped her lie would be enough to protect her privacy.
As the limousine pulled up near the apartment complex, Yn thanked Chidi and stepped out of the vehicle. She watched as the car slowly and hesitantly drove away. It's like Chidi wanted to watch if the apartment was really her home. Her eyes lingered on its retreating form until it disappeared from sight, finally making her feel safe and away from any trace of the Marquis de Gramont.
However, she was not at peace yet. She glanced at every direction in the crowded city before she began to rush off to her next destination - the pharmacy.
Yn's heart raced as she stepped into the nearest pharmacy, her mind still reeling from the fact that the Marquis had come inside her many times and that her getting pregnant was possible. She approached the counter, her eyes scanning the aisles for the packaging of morning-after pills.
The pharmacist, a kind-faced woman with a warm smile, greeted Yn and asked if she needed any assistance. Yn mustered a shaky smile and requested the morning-after pills, trying her best to appear calm despite the turbulent emotions churning within her.
The pharmacist nodded understandingly and retrieved the requested pills from behind the counter. As she handed them to Yn, her gaze turned sympathetic.
"Would you also like to consider using birth control pills?" the pharmacist gently inquired. "They can offer additional protection and peace of mind."
Yn hesitated, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts. She had never considered using birth control before, but the recent events had left her feeling vulnerable and unsure of what the future might hold. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded and decided to take the pharmacist's advice.
"Yes, please," Yn replied softly. "I'll take a pack of birth control pills as well."
The pharmacist smiled warmly, appreciating Yn's decision. She retrieved a pack of birth control pills and placed it alongside the morning-after pills on the counter. Yn paid for the items, the weight of the situation becoming all too real as she watched the cashier process her purchase.
Leaving the pharmacy with the pills safely stowed in her bag, Yn felt a mix of relief and uncertainty. She knew that taking precautions was essential, given the circumstances she had found herself in. However, the decision to use birth control also served as a stark reminder of the control the Marquis had exerted over her body.
Determined to regain her agency, Yn walked briskly through the city streets, her mind focused on her next steps. She needed to find a safe place to regroup, gather her thoughts, and chart her path forward. And that was home. Her apartment.
She quickened her pace, navigating the busy sidewalks with ease, her thoughts consumed with the events of the past few days. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't shake the memory of the Marquis's touch, the feeling of his hands on her skin, the way he made her... feel disgusted with her own body.
By boarding a bus, she arrived at her apartment as soon as she could. Once she entered her humble abode, she almost ran head-on into Barbara, her cousin. Both of them were astounded to see one another that they almost yelled.
"Barbara!" Yn said in surprise.
"Yn!" shouted Barbara, "Where were you, girl?! I called you many times! Spammed you with messages too! You didn't reply at all! I know you're getting dick but at least answer!"
Yn's brain almost shut down because of what her cousin said. She was flabbergasted that she asked in subtle disgust, "What?"
A naughty grin curved Barbara's lips and she said, "I saw you in your pretty dress yesterday. You had dinner with some guy, right? And then you got laid with him. Had some mind-blowing sex that you couldn't even answer your phone."
Yn began, "No, it was just-"
"And you came back with the same dress as yesterday!" Barbara pointed out, "You need to tell me the truth, sis! At least don't get me and Sydney worried!"
Upon hearing the little girl's name, Yn remembered instantly where she was supposed to be and she inquired instantly, "Sydney! Where is she?! Is she at school?!"
"Yes! I sent her and just came back here!" stated Barbara, "And don't change the subject, Yn! I want to know the guy you're hooking up with! Is he rich?! Oh wait, first of all, did you use protection?"
Again, she was reminded of another thing that she had to take care of immediately. With her hands holding the plastic of pills, she zoomed toward the bathroom. Barbara also followed her.
As Yn reached the bathroom, she closed the door behind them and leaned against the sink, her hands trembling. Barbara's concerned gaze met hers, and she immediately noticed the package of morning-after pills in Yn's hands.
Barbara approached her cousin, her expression filled with empathy. She gently reached out and took the package of pills, her eyes scanning the instructions printed on it.
"These are morning-after pills," Barbara explained softly. "They are most effective when taken as soon as possible after unprotected intercourse, preferably within 24 hours. Let's make sure we follow the instructions correctly."
Yn nodded, grateful for Barbara's support. She watched as her cousin carefully read the instructions, absorbing the information. After a moment, Barbara looked up, her voice steady and reassuring.
Barbara guided her the entire time, giving her instructions on consuming these emergency pills since she had experiences in this before. She continued, "Remember, these pills are intended for emergency use only. They are not meant to be used as a regular form of contraception. If you have any concerns, you should consult a healthcare professional."
Yn nodded, grateful for Barbara's guidance and the accurate information she provided. Together, they carefully followed the instructions, ensuring that Yn took the pills correctly.
After taking the morning-after pills, Yn felt a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that she had taken the necessary steps to protect herself and minimize the risk of an unplanned pregnancy.
Barbara stood by her side, offering a comforting presence. "You did the right thing, Yn. If you have any questions about this, just ask me. I'm here for you."
Yn's eyes filled with tears, gratitude shining through. "Thank you, Barbara. I don't know what I would do without you."
Barbara smiled, noticing how this issue was big for her cousin. She asked her, "Did you get birth control pills? We might as well take care of that too."
Yn nodded swiftly, "Yeah. Could you guide me on that too?"
"Oh, Yn, what kind of sex-positive cousin would I be if I don't help you with that," said Barbara before she guided her on the birth control pills as well.
After several minutes of discussion, Barbara was confident that Yn understood the proper dosage and frequency of taking the pills, as well as the risks of using them. After taking a deep breath and opening the pack of birth control pills, Yn carefully removed one pill and held it in her hand, her fingers trembling slightly. With Barbara by her side, she swallowed the pill and then took a sip of water to help it go down.
Once everything was done, Barbara couldn't help but lightly reprimand her, "But seriously, Yn. You had sex without protection? That is so risky."
Yn sighed. She did not want to tell Barbara that she got threatened with having sex with a man who turned out to be so influential in a foreign country - the Marquis de Gramont. In other words, he forced himself on her. She didn't want to tell anyone about that. What matters most was that she prevented a pregnancy, got a lot of compensation in return, and that she could finally handle the matter with her mother's medical bills.
Yn took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to respond to Barbara's question. She knew she couldn't share the full details of what had transpired with the Marquis, but she also didn't want to lie to her cousin.
"I made a mistake, Bar," Yn admitted, her voice tinged with regret. "I found myself in a situation where I... couldn't think clearly. Now, I just want to forget it."
Barbara's expression softened as she listened, understanding that there was more to the story than Yn could reveal. She reached out and squeezed her cousin's hand, offering her support and reassurance.
"I'm here for you, Yn," Barbara said gently. "I won't pry. Just know that you have me, okay?"
Yn smiled in gratitude as she looked at her cousin. Despite not knowing the full extent of what had happened, Barbara's unconditional support meant the world to her. It reminded her that she didn't have to face this alone.
Nodding her head to her, Yn told, "Thank you so much. And for everything. You helped me a lot with babysitting Sydney."
Barbara smiled back and replied, "She is such a joy to handle. Will you be working again tonight?"
Yn started to contemplate her options, realizing that with the substantial compensation she had received, she no longer needed to continue working at the casino. She could finally fulfill her responsibilities towards her mother's medical bills and provide a stable life for Sydney without having to rely on late-night shifts.
She turned to Barbara with a bright expression, eager to share her decision with her cousin, and said, "No. I won't be working tonight."
Barbara's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of concern and relief crossing her face. "Really? You've been working so hard to support Mom and Sydney. If it's about Sydney, don't worry! I can take care of her again tonight!"
Yn smiled wider and shook her head saying, "There's no need. I'm going to rest up tonight and spend more time with Sydney. But thank you for taking care of her all these times, Bar. I truly appreciate it."
Barbara's eyes lit up with understanding and a hint of relief. "That's great, Yn! You deserve some time to heal, and I'm sure Sydney will be thrilled to spend more quality time with you. Just let me know if you ever need my help again, okay?"
Yn hugged her cousin tightly, feeling a surge of gratitude for the support Barbara had provided. "Thank you, Bar. I'll definitely keep that in mind. Take care, and I'll see you soon."
After bidding her cousin goodbye, Yn took a moment to collect herself. She knew she had made the right decision to prioritize her well-being and her family. With renewed determination, she showered, got ready, and prepared to face the day ahead.
As she stepped out of her apartment, a sense of purpose guided her steps. She went to the nearest ATM to withdraw cash. Once she took enough money, she hailed a taxi and directed the driver to take her straight to the hospital. Today was the day she would finally pay off her mother's medical bills and ease the burden that had weighed on her shoulders for so long.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Yn approached the billing department with the envelope containing the funds she had saved up and also some funds she got as compensation from the Marquis. She felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, but above all, a bright hope.
"It's done!"
Before she knew it, the nurse from behind the counter was already grinning at her, placing documents and a small piece of paper on the table and sliding it towards Yn. The nurse started, "The payment is complete! Here are the documents for your record and this is your receipt, Miss!"
Yn stared wide-eyed at the documents before her, especially the receipt which plainly showed that the huge amount of money she had collected was accepted and was exchanged back to her in that tiny piece of paper. She couldn't help but ask the nurse again, "Then, my mom, will she...?"
Yn's heart raced as she eagerly awaited the nurse's response. The weight of her mother's condition and the hope of a possible treatment hung in the air. The nurse looked at Yn with a warm smile, understanding the significance of this moment for her.
"The payment has been received, Miss," the nurse said kindly. "We will now proceed with assessing your mother's current condition and determining the next steps. The doctor will evaluate her and determine if she is fit enough to undergo the surgery soon enough."
Relief flooded over Yn, mixed with a surge of nervous anticipation. She knew that the outcome was still uncertain, but the fact that she had fulfilled her part by paying the medical bills gave her a glimmer of hope.
The nurse continued, "We will need to conduct a thorough examination and perform some tests to assess your mother's overall health and suitability for the surgery. This will include checking her vital signs, reviewing her medical history, and possibly conducting diagnostic tests. Don't worry, miss. We will handle everything from now on."
Yn nodded, her emotions intertwined with anxiety and optimism. She understood that there were still challenges ahead, but having taken this crucial step and having taken off a huge burden of expensive medical treatment, she felt delighted and hopeful. She felt like she was on cloud nine.
"I hope everything goes well," Yn whispered, her voice filled with both gratitude and trepidation.
The nurse offered her a reassuring smile. "We will do our best, Miss. Our medical team is experienced and dedicated to providing the best care possible. For now, you may visit your mother while I notify the staff about the next step."
Yn nodded gratefully, appreciating the nurse's kind words and guidance. With a mix of nervous excitement and relief, she made her way to her mother's room. As she entered, her eyes fell upon her mother lying in the hospital bed, frail and weak. She was quick to notice her daughter and she greeted her with a weak smile, "Yn, my heart. You are here."
Yn approached her with a gentle touch, a mixture of love and concern evident in her expression. After taking a chair and sitting down next to the bed and holding her mother's hand, Yn stared at her with a loving yet relieved smile. Her mother was bewildered by the look she gave her, but she did not have to express her question because her daughter finally told her:
"Mom," Yn whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. "I did it. I took care of the medical bills."
Her mother's eyes widened and a glimmer of hope flickered within them. It was then Yn noticed her energy rising back up as her mother began to sit up in the bed. Yn helped her, and once done, the older lady gawked at her with astonishment and elation. She was silent for a while as if she half-expected Yn to say it was a joke. But Yn kept smiling at her assuredly.
To Yn's surprise, tears brimmed her mother's eyes as she asked with a shaky voice, "Really?"
"Yes, really," Yn's smile became brighter and more confident. Her mother was now filled with excitement, her frail body shaking as she spread her arms toward her daughter. Yn knew what she wanted and instantly came forward, going into her mother's open arms and embracing her.
Her mother patted her as she squeezed her tighter lovingly. "You did it, Yn. I couldn't be more proud of you. Thank you. Thank you so much!"
Yn's eyes filled with tears as she held her mother tightly, feeling an overwhelming surge of love and relief. The weight of their struggles seemed to lift momentarily, replaced by a profound sense of accomplishment. She had completely let go of how some of the money she collected was actually compensation she got in exchange for her body to the Marquis. No. She did not have to worry about him now.
"Be strong now, mom," Yn whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I did it so that you could receive the care you deserve."
They pulled back and her mother nodded, her eyes still brimming with tears as she tried her hardest to not make them spill. She answered, "I will. What you did for me will not be wasted."
Her mother's hands cupped Yn's face as she looked into her eyes with unwavering love. Tears streamed down Yn's face as the mother asked, "Does Sydney know? She must be at school now, right?"
Yn shook her head and replied, "No. And yes, she's at school."
Her mother nodded with a warm smile and said, "Then I want to surprise her. By coming back home."
Yn's heart swelled with joy at her mother's words. The idea of surprising Sydney with their mother's return filled her with an immense sense of anticipation and happiness. A radiant smile spread across Yn's face as she imagined the sheer delight that would wash over Sydney when she saw her beloved mother waiting for her at home.
Laughter bubbled forth from both Yn and her mother, mingling with tears of relief and love. Their laughter danced through the hospital room, carrying with it a resounding symphony of triumph and gratitude.
Yn's heart swelled with determination as she focused on the future and the steps she needed to take to create a better life for herself and her family. She pushed aside the memories of her encounter with the Marquis de Gramont, choosing not to let it define her anymore. The compensation she had received, tainted though it may be, had served its purpose in securing her mother's medical treatment.
Now, with the medical bills paid and her responsibilities fulfilled, Yn knew it was time to move on from the casino job. She had endured enough. She did not have to see the Marquis again and it was time to prioritize her own well-being and seek a new path.
As she made her way back home from the hospital, a surge of determination coursed through her veins. Yn's mind raced with thoughts of her resignation letter. She knew it was necessary to formalize her decision and bring closure to that chapter of her life.
Upon arriving at her apartment, she wasted no time. Yn settled herself at her small desk, grabbed a pen and a fresh sheet of paper, and began to write. With each stroke of the pen, her words carried a sense of conviction and liberation.
In her resignation letter, Yn expressed her gratitude for the opportunity to work at the casino and the experiences she had gained. However, she firmly stated her decision to resign, citing personal reasons and the desire to pursue new avenues in her life. She kept the letter professional and concise, yet it resonated with her determination to reclaim her agency and forge a brighter future.
After carefully reviewing and signing the letter, Yn sealed it in an envelope. As she held the envelope in her hands, a weight lifted from her shoulders. Now she had to take care of another matter - How to send this letter without going to the casino?
The next thing she knew, she found herself standing before an unfamiliar door. After knocking, the door was soon opened from the inside and revealed Emily, her close friend from the casino. Emily was not as shocked to see since she had expected her. Yn had told her through texts that she would come by.
"Yn!" Emily smiled brightly and she immediately opened the door wider, "Come in! Your text surprised me!"
Yn returned Emily's smile gratefully, stepping inside the welcoming embrace of her friend's apartment. The air was filled with a sense of familiarity and warmth, a stark contrast to the high-energy atmosphere of the casino they had worked in together.
"Thank you, Em," Yn said, her voice laced with gratitude. "Sorry for surprising you like this."
Emily shut the door and replied, "Hey, it's okay. I'm actually excited to have you here. You've never been to my apartment, right?"
Yn chuckled, "No, I haven't."
"And I haven't been to yours," added Emily with a grin as she disappeared into the kitchen.
As Yn settled into a comfortable chair, Emily offered her a hot cup of tea. Yn accepted it gratefully, holding the warm cup in her hands and savoring the soothing aroma. She took a moment to compose herself before sharing her decision with Emily.
"I've been thinking, Em. I'm quitting my job at the casino," Yn stated firmly, her eyes filled with determination. "I've collected enough money for my mother's medical treatment."
Emily's eyes widened in surprise, but then her face lit up with admiration. "Yn, that's incredible! You did it! I'm so happy for you and your mom!"
Yn's smile grew wider as she felt the support and encouragement radiating from her friend. It was moments like these that affirmed her decision to leave the casino behind and embrace a new chapter in her life.
"I've written my resignation letter," Yn continued, reaching into her bag and retrieving the sealed envelope. "But I don't want to set foot in the casino again. Do you think you could help me deliver it to Mr. Malone?"
Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she enthusiastically took the envelope from Yn's hand. "Absolutely! Consider it done. I'll make sure it reaches his hand only, and you won't have to worry about a thing."
Relief washed over Yn as she entrusted her resignation letter to Emily. She knew that her friend would handle the situation with professionalism and discretion. With this weight off her shoulders, Yn felt like she was truly free. She felt her shoulders become much lighter.
"Thank you, Emily," Yn said, her voice filled with appreciation. "I will definitely miss you."
Emily smiled warmly, placing a hand on Yn's shoulder. "I'm so happy you got to quit the casino, Yn. And remember, even if you're not my colleague anymore, we're still friends, okay? Just text me whenever you want. Come over too!"
Yn chuckled lightheartedly and nodded, grinning at her close friend whom she could trust. Suddenly, Emily's smile dropped and she asked, "Oh, Yn, what about the Marquis?"
Yn's smile faded slightly as Emily mentioned the Marquis. She took a deep breath, her gaze focused as she considered her response.
"I don't want to dwell on him anymore, Em," Yn replied, her voice filled with determination. "I've made the decision to leave the casino, and with that, I believe I won't have to see him again."
"But..." Emily started, "I don't know. It seems like he likes you. By the way, I know."
Yn raised an eyebrow and quizzed, "Know what?"
Emily stared at her pointedly and revealed, "I know you went on a dinner date with him last night."
Yn did not respond as she turned her head to the side and mulled over. Emily continued, "Amelia told me. She told me, Sophia, and Emma. That the Marquis took you out after Amy tried to apologize to him. Something about you taking the consequences on her behalf. When Amy said you were all dressed up, we figured it was a date."
Yn's heart sank as Emily revealed that she knew about the dinner date with the Marquis. She felt a mixture of frustration and vulnerability, not wanting to disclose the truth about what had transpired between her and the Marquis.
"Yeah, a date... umm..." Yn was clearly feeling uncomfortable talking about the Marquis, and Emily noticed that. Yn added, "He did ask me like that. A dinner date with him and he would not fire Amy. That's all."
Emily observed the unease in Yn's voice and expression, realizing that there was more to the story than she initially thought. Sensing her friend's discomfort, Emily decided to tread carefully and respect Yn's boundaries.
"Hey," Emily replied gently. "You don't have to say more if you don't want to. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Yn's eyes met Emily's, filled with gratitude for her understanding. She took a deep breath, feeling a sense of relief that Emily wasn't pressing for further details.
"Thank you, Em," Yn said, her voice tinged with vulnerability and appreciation.
"Yn!"
Yn turned around, disregarding the little kids dawdling around her, as she looked at the entrance of the preschool. There she saw Sydney skipping towards her with eagerness, her radiant grin was so infectious it caused Yn to smile widely as well.
Once Sydney reached her, the former effused, "Yn! You're here!"
"I'm here, Syd," Yn spoke up as she held out a hand for the girl, "Let's go home."
On the way to their apartment, Sydney - just as Yn expected - asked her, "Where were you this morning? I was scared you got taken by bad guys, sissy."
"Aw, Sydney," Yn lied, "I'm so sorry! I had too much fun with my friends last night and I fell asleep at their house."
"Oh," Sydney looked up at her with her wide, doe eyes of innocence, "Okay!"
That was all her young stepsister could say before she started chattering about what she had learned from preschool. Soon enough, they arrived in their apartment. Yn prepared a delicious lunch for herself and Sydney, their shared laughter filling the cozy apartment. The aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and comfort. Yn couldn't help but feel a deep sense of fulfillment as she watched Sydney's eyes light up with excitement.
As they sat down at the table, Yn served the food and they began to enjoy their meal together. Sydney's animated storytelling and Yn's attentive listening created a bond that transcended the mundane, filling their small apartment with an undeniable sense of joy and love.
In the midst of their conversation, Sydney paused for a moment and looked at Yn with hopeful eyes. "Sissy, can we buy a new Barbie movie today? I'm tired of watching the same one all the time."
Yn smiled affectionately at her stepsister and replied, "Of course! We can buy a new Barbie movie. And you know what? I'll watch it with you tonight."
Sydney's eyes widened with surprise, her face glowing with delight. "Really, Yn? You'll stay at home with me tonight?"
Yn nodded, her heart swelling with a newfound sense of purpose. "Yes, Syd. I will stay and I have a movie night with you. How does that sound?"
Sydney's joy was palpable as she clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Yay! I can't wait! It's going to be the best movie night ever!"
Yn couldn't help but share in Sydney's excitement, knowing that this simple act of being present meant the world to her young stepsister. It was a small but significant step towards rebuilding the bond they had lost during the difficult times.
After finishing their lunch, Yn made sure to give Rosie, their affectionate cat, some treats. The contented purring of the feline added to the comforting atmosphere, filling the apartment with a sense of peace and companionship.
As the afternoon stretched before them, Yn and Sydney engaged in various activities, painting pictures, playing games, and immersing themselves in imaginative adventures. The walls echoed with their laughter, filling the space with an undeniable sense of joy and love.
In the evening, as darkness descended, Yn prepared a cozy movie night setup. They snuggled up on the couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows, eagerly awaiting the start of the new Barbie movie. Sydney's eyes sparkled with anticipation, while Yn's heart swelled with a profound sense of gratitude for this precious moment.
Together, they embarked on a journey of imagination and wonder, the colorful world of Barbie unfolding before their eyes. As they watched the movie, their shared laughter and whispered commentary filled the room, creating an atmosphere of pure happiness and connection.
At that moment, surrounded by love and the innocence of childhood, Yn realized that she had made the right decision. By stepping away from the casino job and prioritizing her family, she had found a newfound happiness and purpose that money could never buy.
As the movie played on, immersing Sydney in its enchanting world, Yn couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. A lingering thought nagged at the back of her mind, reminding her that the life she had left behind at the casino might not be so easily forgotten. The ominous message from a certain Frenchman about consequences and haunting repercussions lingered in her thoughts.
Just as the tension was building within her, Yn's smartphone buzzed with an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, she saw it was Emily. She then stole a quick look at the wall clock and realized that Emily was supposed to be working at the casino at this moment.
With a quick apology to Sydney, she excused herself and stepped into her bedroom to answer the call, a sense of trepidation gripping her.
"Hey, Em," Yn greeted, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and concern. "What is it?"
Emily's voice on the other end of the line sounded urgent yet hushed, "Yn, sorry to disturb you but it's about the Marquis."
Yn's heart skipped a beat. She had hoped that leaving the casino and cutting ties with the Marquis would distance her from his influence. But now, it seemed that he had resurfaced in her life, bringing a wave of uncertainty and fear.
"What about him?" Yn asked, her voice trembling slightly.
Emily hesitated before responding, "He found out about your resignation from Mr. Malone. He's... not happy, Yn. He's quiet but... I saw his face."
Emily still had not finished but Yn immediately became pale as blood drained from her face. She stared into space as she remembered a flashback of what had occurred this morning. That time when she evaded his attempt to kiss her lips...
Yn quickly spun around and practically jumped into the limousine, eager to escape from the Marquis' presence. She took a shy peek at the man and noticed that...
Emily's voice continued from the other side of the call, "He was pursing his lips tightly."
He was pursing his lips...
Emily added, "His eye twitched and he just stood there."
His right eye twitched in silent anger, as he kept his silent yet fiery gaze on her figure inside the vehicle.
"I swear I felt his anger bubbling around him. It's eerie," ended Emily.
Yn felt her hands tremble slightly in fear and trepidation at the thought of the infuriated Marquis. She then balled them into fists to stop the tremble, but it was futile. That was when Emily appended, "Sophia noticed it too, and she wanted me to tell you to be careful. She has suspicion that the Marquis is involved in the underworld, and we don't know what he could do with his immense power and influence if provoked. Just let us know if you see any sign that he's stalking you."
Yn's heart sank at the revelation, a sense of dread creeping over her. She had always known that the Marquis was a dangerous man, but to have a notion that he was involved in the criminal underworld only added to her fear. She knew that she needed to be careful.
"Thank you for letting me know, Em. I'll be careful," Yn replied, her voice determined yet tinged with fear.
The phone call with Emily left her with a deep sense of unease. She couldn't shake off the image of the Marquis' angered face and the implications of his reaction to her resignation. Fear coiled in the pit of her stomach as she considered the dark possibilities that could unfold.
As the evening wore on, a foreboding silence settled over Yn's apartment. Sydney had drifted off to sleep after the movie, and Yn had tucked her into her bed. Shutting the TV and ensuring the locks were secured, Yn was allowed a moment to gather her thoughts.
A chilling silence hung in the air as Yn absorbed the gravity of the situation. She had hoped that by leaving the casino, she could sever her ties with the Marquis and find a safer path for herself that wouldn't damage her dignity anymore. But now, it seemed that she had only awakened a sleeping beast, a man consumed by anger... and revenge.
She began to ponder: Had she ever revealed her personal information to the Marquis?
When it comes to where she lived, she did not tell him an inkling at all, including Chidi who had sent her to the Silver Crest Apartments this morning, which was actually another apartment complex located a few blocks away from hers. So she was certain that at least the Marquis had no idea where her humble abode was. Perhaps Chidi had already given him false information about her living at some apartment.
Other than that, the Marquis did not know her phone number, unless he coerced Mr. Malone into giving him. She had to be prepared in case a mysterious caller contacts her phone in the future.
As the night grew darker, Yn couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Shadows seemed to dance menacingly outside her window, and every creak of the floorboards sent shivers down her spine. The air felt heavy with a sense of impending danger. She even went and double-checked the locks on every door and window, yet the fear persisted.
That sense of terror continued till the next morning and Yn did not sleep well because of it. She was on alert the whole night and morning that she couldn't get enough sleep, resulting in dark bags under her eyes. She had to wave off Sydney's concern when the little girl mentioned about it.
As the two of them left the apartment, Yn double-checked the lock again and went out of the apartment complex. That was when her fear and vigilance caused her to survey the surrounding and noticed a mysterious car parked outside the building, its dark-tinted windows concealing the identity of its occupants.
She became paled right away, feeling coldness surge through her body, as she gaped at the black car in horror. She couldn't take her eyes off of it as she wondered who was or were inside it. She even had a thought to confront it and make the occupants roll down their windows. But what if it's just some innocent people who were waiting for someone?
Yn ended up shielding Sydney from the car's view and walked faster to her preschool. After sending her off and ensuring she entered the building, Yn looked around again. This time, the car from before did not show up anywhere. She thought she was going crazy for suspecting anything as a trail of the Marquis.
She then boarded a bus to head for the cafe she worked the morning shift at. As the bus made its way through the city streets, Yn couldn't shake the feeling of being followed. She kept glancing over her shoulder, searching for any sign of the mysterious car she had seen earlier, but there was no trace of it. She told herself that she was being paranoid, that it was just her imagination running wild after the events of the previous night. But deep down, she knew that something wasn't right.
As Yn walked into the cafe, she was still feeling uneasy and kept glancing over her shoulder. Edric, her coworker who had a crush on her, immediately noticed her tired and anxious demeanor.
"Yn, are you alright?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether or not to confide in him. However, the events of the previous night and the mysterious car outside her apartment had left her feeling vulnerable and exposed. But it was a matter that couldn't be talked so easily to someone. She did not want anyone else to get dragged into this mess involving a powerful French aristocrat.
"I'm okay, Edric," she claimed, "I just... did not get enough sleep last night."
She could not help but once again look over her shoulder and outside the cafe's large windows, searching for any suspicious car parking outside the cafe ever since she came in.
Out of nowhere, a large hand landed on her shoulder unexpectedly, causing her to flinch with surprise and fear, as she gawked at the owner of the hand - Edric. He noticed the terror in her expression and was filled with more concern for her.
"Yn," he queried again, this time massaging her shoulder as a comforting act, "Are you really okay? You know you can tell me anything."
Yn took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She appreciated Edric's concern, but she couldn't burden him with the truth. It was too dangerous, and she didn't want to involve anyone else in this mess.
"I'm fine, really," she said, forcing a smile. "Just a little on edge today."
Edric eyed her skeptically, but he didn't push the matter further. Instead, he offered to make her a cup of coffee and told her to take a few minutes to sit down and relax before starting her shift.
As Yn sat at a small table, sipping her coffee, she couldn't shake the feeling of danger that loomed over her. She couldn't believe how much her life had changed in just a few days. She used to be a simple bunny girl in a casino with no worries other than saving money for her family and collecting money for her mother's medical treatments. But now, she found herself constantly looking behind her back in fear of a French aristocrat who had taken an unhealthy interest in her - who had taken her virginity mercilessly.
She took another sip of her coffee and closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves. Soon enough, Yn tried to push her fears to the back of her mind and focus on her work. She greeted the regular customers with a smile and took their orders, all the while keeping an eye out for any suspicious activity.
The next thing she knew, her morning shift ended and she was free to leave the cafe. Yn's heart pounded in her chest as she boarded the bus, her mind consumed by thoughts of the Marquis and the ever-present sense of being followed. She glanced out the window, scanning the passing streets for any signs of the mysterious car or the looming figure of the Marquis. But everything appeared normal, the city bustling with its usual activity.
As the bus neared the preschool, Yn's anxiety grew. She anxiously stepped off the bus and walked briskly towards the school, her eyes darting around, searching for any indication that the Marquis was closing in on her. The weight of fear settled heavily on her shoulders, making each step feel like an eternity.
Finally, she reached the preschool and hurried inside, her heart racing with a mixture of relief and trepidation. She found Sydney among the crowd of children, her bright smile a welcome sight that momentarily eased Yn's fears.
Yn and Sydney walked hand in hand toward their apartment building, their footsteps echoing in the quiet street. The weight of the day's events lingered in Yn's mind, her senses heightened, and her instincts on high alert. She couldn't help but feel a constant prickle of unease, a nagging presence that seemed to follow her every move.
As they approached their apartment door, Yn's eyes landed on the bouquet of tuberose flowers and the square-shaped box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates placed on the floor mat. Her breath caught in her throat, a mix of curiosity and apprehension surging through her veins.
Sydney's eyes lit up with excitement, tugging on Yn's hand as she pointed at the gifts. "Yn, look! Someone left us flowers and chocolates! How sweet! Did a prince drop by?!"
Yn's heart raced, and her mind flooded with questions. Who had left these tokens of affection? Was it a kind gesture from a well-meaning neighbor, or was it another calculated move by the Marquis to unsettle her? If that's the case, then that means the Marquis knew for certain where she lived through some means. This also meant that her home was at risk. She and Sydney were at risk.
With trembling hands, Yn picked up the bouquet of tuberose flowers, their delicate fragrance enveloping her senses and making her feel... odd. The fragrance caused her pussy to throb subconsciously, but she paid no mind to it. The white blooms stood in stark contrast against the somber darkness of the hallway, their beauty tainted by the weight of uncertainty.
Besides the flowers, the golden-wrapped box of Ferrero Rocher chocolates beckoned, tempting yet foreboding. Yn's mind swirled with a mix of caution and curiosity. She couldn't help but wonder if this was a twisted message, a reminder that the Marquis had found out where she lived and that he still had power over her life.
Suppressing her unease, Yn put on a brave face for Sydney. "Yes, Syd, it seems someone has left us a surprise."
Sydney clapped her hands in delight, picking up the box of chocolates and shaking it enthusiastically, "Who is it? Maybe it's a secret admirer!"
Yn forced a smile, her mind racing with possibilities, none of them good. She knew that she couldn't take anything from this, not when the probability that the Marquis was involved was huge. The timing was too great. Her apartment door had never received gifts like this before. But she also couldn't let Sydney know how worried and alarmed she was.
"Open them, Yn! I want to eat the chocolates!" Sydney said, hugging the box of chocolates close to her body.
Once inside, Yn placed the flowers on a table and carefully opened the Ferrero Rocher box, tearing off the wrapping paper. Sydney was by her side, eyes glinting with excitement, and was eagerly awaiting her turn to devour it.
As Yn observed Sydney consuming the chocolates with no worries in her mind, her head raced with questions. Other than the Marquis, who could have left these gifts? And more importantly, what were their intentions? She was trying to look at this situation positively and try not to suspect the Marquis in everything but... If it's not him, then who?
As the hours ticked by, the apartment remained cloaked in an unsettling silence. Yn couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, that invisible eyes were peering into her private sanctuary. Every creak of the floorboards, every gust of wind outside, sent a shiver down her spine.
As night fell and Yn prepared Sydney for bed, the weight of the situation bore heavily upon her shoulders. She tucked Sydney in, ensuring her safety and comfort, all the while knowing that she couldn't let her guard down.
Yn couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, not even as she slipped into her own bed. The darkness enveloped her, and she could hear nothing but the sound of her own breathing. She knew that she had to be vigilant, that she couldn't let her guard down even for a moment. Because if it was indeed the Marquis who was behind the gifts, then she was in grave danger.
The thought made her heart race, and she tried to calm herself by taking deep breaths. She closed her eyes and tried to picture a peaceful scene, but her mind kept going back to the Marquis and his endless games.
Suddenly, her phone beeped, causing her to jump in surprise. She picked it up from the nightstand, her heart thumping in her chest. It was a message from Emily. She opened it and paled in an instant.
[Emily: Yn, sorry to disturb you again. But I just want to tell you that tonight, the Marquis did not appear in the casino at all.]
[Emily: Just wanted to inform you.]
Yn's mind raced as she read the message from Emily. If the Marquis wasn't at the casino, then where was he? That sort of proved that he was the one behind the bouquet and chocolates, right? Or perhaps not. Maybe she was overreacting, she thought.
Those texts kept her up at night, tensing up every time she heard something out of the ordinary, or practically any noise at all. The stray dogs' barks and howls outside the apartment complex added to the eerie atmosphere, heightening Yn's unease. The sounds seemed to echo through the night, a constant reminder of the lurking danger that awaited her.
Every creak of the floorboards and gust of wind outside seemed to whisper the Marquis' name, a chilling reminder that he was watching, waiting, and planning. The sense of being trapped in a web of his making grew stronger with each passing moment.
As the night wore on, Yn's exhaustion began to take its toll. Her eyelids grew heavy, and her mind became foggy with fatigue. Yet, every time she started to drift off, a jolt of adrenaline shot through her, jarring her back to full alertness.
Hours passed, and Yn barely got any sleep that night. The first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a pale glow in the room. Yn's body was weary, her mind overwhelmed by a mix of exhaustion and apprehension. She knew that she couldn't continue like this, on the brink of exhaustion and paranoia.
She thought she would be done with the Marquis de Gramont upon quitting the casino, but apparently, it made her remember about him even more than before. It felt like she was going to live her life like this forever - always on edge and wary of everything as she had to look over her shoulder for any trace of the Frenchman.
She could not stay like this. She had to do something, but what? She couldn't confront him or else, he would make her life a living hell using his influence, power, and resources, and possibly rape her again as a consequence for any wrongdoing he thought she had done to him. She couldn't see him again.
It was Saturday that day, so Sydney did not have any preschool this morning. Not only that, but Yn did not have any morning shifts at the cafe on weekends, so she and Sydney were completely free on weekends. Yn then decided to bring Sydney and visit their mother together at the hospital and get some information regarding her treatment and upcoming surgery.
Yn and Sydney got ready for their visit to the hospital, hoping to find solace and support in the presence of their mother. Yn dressed Sydney in her favorite outfit, ensuring she looked presentable, and chose an outfit for herself that showed her modest yet confident, despite the turmoil she felt inside.
As they made their way to the hospital, Yn's mind swirled with a mix of emotions. She longed to see her mother, to feel her reassuring touch and hear her comforting words. She yearned to not worry a single thing about the Marquis, and she had hoped that seeing her mother would give her that peace. After all, she did see her mother's hospital room as a sacred place of serenity for her.
Upon entering their mother's room, Yn and Sydney were initially relieved to see her smiling and in good spirits. However, as they took in the scene more fully, Yn's relief turned to shock and disbelief.
Their mother's laughter echoed in the room, and Yn's gaze fell upon the Marquis de Gramont, sitting by her mother's bedside. He had seemingly made a joke that had elicited her mother's laughter. The sight of the Marquis in such a familiar setting sent a wave of panic crashing through Yn's body.
Yn’s body stiffened and her gaze froze on the Marquis. The color drained from her face as a chill ran through her spine. Her mind raced with questions and worries as her heart raced too quickly to keep up with it. Her mouth felt dry and her breathing quickened, though she could not move for the fear that had taken over.
Her mother finally noticed Yn's presence and a mischievous twinkle danced in her eyes. "Ah, Yn, my dear, why didn't you tell me about your dashing boyfriend?"
It was at that moment the Marquis turned his head around, looking at Yn with a tender smile. Despite his attempt to look loving and warm, his eyes betrayed it all. They bore darkness and self-satisfaction, and they were filled with a smugness that spoke of secrets - her secrets. His gaze was piercing and steady as they gleamed with sinister energy.
It's as if he loved seeing her again yet he desired to devour her in the most filthy way again and again upon laying his eyes on her.
Yn's heart sank, her mind struggling to process the situation. How did the Marquis know about her mother in the hospital? How did he manage to infiltrate even this sacred space? How did he deceive her mother into believing that he was anything more than a dangerous man?
Sydney skipped into the room and looked up at the tall Frenchman and asked innocently, "Mom, who is this?"
Her mother replied almost proudly, "His name is the Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont. He is from France, and your big sister's close friend, you see."
Yn frowned in bafflement at how her mother knew his name - his full name, even. He then stole a glance at the Marquis who was somewhat smug to know that her mother had remembered his name correctly.
"Wow!" Sydney inched closer to the Marquis and pointed at his three-piece suit, "I like your clothes! You look like a prince!"
The smile on the Marquis' face widened as he grinned at the little girl and said in his thick French accent, "That is sweet of you. Thank you, little mademoiselle. Do you want chocolates?"
He fetched something out from the inside pocket of his jacket and revealed it to be a Ferrero Rocher ball. Yn's eyes widened in alarm while Sydney squealed in delight before she took it excitedly. The little girl spoke, "My favorite chocolate! Were you the one who put gifts on our door?"
The Marquis chuckled, "Yes, I did. Do you like them?"
"I love them!" effused Sydney, "I ate all of the chocolates while my sissy took care of the flowers!"
Yn's mother then laughed lightheartedly and chimed in, "Oh my, Vincent. You even gave them gifts? How nice of you, really."
Yn’s mind raced as the Marquis charmed her family members, she knew that he was playing a dangerous game. She knew that he was capable of unspeakable things, and the thought of him being so close to her mother and sister made her skin crawl. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was plotting something, and she needed to find a way to get away from her family. Her precious family.
She could tell that the Marquis was up to something sinister, but she couldn't cause a scene here. What if she exposed him to her mother and sister? Would he reveal who he was and threaten them all, putting them in grave danger because of her mouth? Maybe he already had a pistol inside his pocket. No. She would not let him point that at her family.
She had to play along and act like everything was fine.
Yn could feel the Marquis' gaze on her, and she knew that he was enjoying her discomfort. She could see the way that he watched her when no one else was looking, and she knew that he was trying to intimidate her. He stared at her longingly, like a wolf would stare at a deer.
Yn began to ponder on how to ensure the safety of her family when the Marquis spoke to her out of the blue, "Yn, you seem pale."
He rose from his seat and went to stand in front of her before he placed his open palm on her forehead, stunning Yn to silence, while her mother was wearing a restrained grin at what she thought was a cute display.
The Marquis then turned to her mother and sister and said with a fake, charming smile, "Excuse us for a moment. Yn needs some fresh air."
He took Yn's hand and led her outside of the hospital. The air was cool and crisp, a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside. Yn's heart was pounding in her chest, and she was sure that the Marquis could feel it through their connected hands.
They walked through the semi-busy hallway of the hospital in silence until the Marquis was the one who broke it by saying, "You did not tell me you have a sister."
Yn yanked her hand out of his hold and she inquired with mild fury, knowing she had to keep her voice down in the middle of the hallway to not cause a scene, "What are you doing here?"
"Is it wrong to meet the family of my lover?" he countered with his heavy French accent and his usual triumphant smile.
Yn hissed, "What did you say to my mom?!"
Instead of responding to her, the Marquis said, "You never cease to amaze me, ma lapine. You quit your job at the casino after I gave you that 50k. You used that for your mother's treatment. Nice use of the compensation for your body and virginity."
"Don't say that," Yn hissed, "People will hear you."
The Marquis smirked, "Then let me find an empty room for both of us."
Without waiting for her response or consent, he grasped her hand and tugged her toward a direction.
"Where are we going?" she whispered as they entered a narrow, empty corridor.
"We need to resolve something somewhere," he said as he pushed her into a room.
The hospital room was white with brightly lit fluorescent lights that illuminated the interior. The bed was crisp and white with thin blankets and a pillow, making it look inviting. There was a small wooden table with a couple of chairs for visitors to sit on, as well as a personal bathroom equipped with a toilet, sink, and mirror.
The Marquis then pushed her against the wall and pinned her down with his body. He pressed his lips close to her ear and said with a sensual voice, "You seem to be forgetting a lot of things after I gave you that 50k. You cannot escape me, ma lapine. I will make you remember that."
Yn struggled against him and the wall and cried out, "Stop! You're not doing this to me again!"
Before she could scream more, he captured her lips with his and ravaged them with his tongue. Suddenly, she managed to break free and slap him angrily. That caused him to back off in shock and held his stinging cheek in an instant.
Yn stared at him wide-eyed, eyes blazing with rage and indignation, with slight fear, before she immediately spun around and rushed towards the door.
However, just before she could grab the doorknob, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist from behind and tugged her back into the room. She was thrown onto the bed and he crawled over her and pinned her down by the wrists, straddling her thrashing thighs roughly. She tried to scream, but he muffled her mouth with his.
"You think quitting your work at the casino will set you free from me," the Marquis said, his eyes ablaze with fury and dark lust, "You are mistaken. I will make you remember your duties, ma lapine."
One hour later, Sydney was lying with her mother in the latter's bed as they chattered away about the difference in their daily lives. Her mother had known all along how much time had passed, but made no mention of it, until Sydney spoke up:
"Hey, mom. Where is Yn?" the little girl looked up at her mother with wide eyes of curiosity and child-innocence.
The mother smiled warmly and brushed her daughter's hair back, "She is with her boyfriend. She's gonna be fine, Sydney. Maybe she is bringing him around the hospital."
The two of them were clueless that the man - who claimed to be Yn's boyfriend - was fucking her senseless at the moment in an unoccupied patient's room. He pinned her in the inescapable mating press as he rammed into her mercilessly. Her pussy was overfilled with the semen he had filled her to the brim previously, but he was not done yet. He drilled his cock into her cunt with unrelenting vigor - as if she was truly his cumdump.
His hard cock was completely coated with his semen and her juices, creating filthy squelching noise as he fucked her cum-filled cunt as if he was really aiming to breed her womb.
His eyes were ablaze with a dark and primal lust as he held her down, her arms pushed down to the bed as if she was chained. She was utterly at his mercy as his hips pistoned in and out of her, each thrust pushing her further and further toward the edge of pleasure and pain. The smell of sweat and sex filled the air as he fucked her with animalistic intensity.
He was grunting with each thrust, his groans of pleasure echoing off the walls as he thrust harder and faster. The sound of flesh slapping together was almost deafening in the small room as her muffled whimpers mingled with the sound, echoing off the walls around them, tarnishing the fact that the hospital was a safe haven for Yn.
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Hiiii no rush or anything I just wanted to know if you were working on part 5 of a Love Too Dark? Again no rushing I was just curious and I really enjoy the story and am excited for the next prt!!
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I know it's been a while since I updated because usually, I update like one chapter in 4 to 6 days. But now, it's more than that. Truthfully, I am working on it right now. It's 5,000+ words already and I'm adding more. Hopefully, I got to finish it by today or tomorrow!
OMG I just found and read your Marquis fic and it was AMAZING! Your writing style is just so engaging and pleasant to read! Thank you for writing such an amazing piece of art for our favorite Frenchman💕
I'm glad you like it! Every time I post the new chapter, I get so anxious and insecure like, will yall like where the story is going or not, and I just hope I don't disappoint!
Btw our fav Frenchman really needs to have a lot of fanfics about him because he has so much potential in dark fanfics!
This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.
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Chapter Summary:
Yn lived the day like normal until it was time to meet the Marquis de Gramont for the deal they made.
Yn awoke from her slumber with the sun's first light, though it was still far too early for her taste. She lay in bed paralyzed by fear as the full weight of what would happen that evening crashed down on her fragile shoulders. Today, she would fulfill her part of the deal with the Marquis de Gramont which was to spend a private dinner with him that evening. Yn sighed heavily as she stared up at her ceiling and wondered how exactly she got into this position.
She remembered how her life was before she took the bunny-girl job. She, her mother, and her young stepsister was from a small family who was poor in money yet rich in love. They were happy despite the struggles they faced. Yn and Sydney could see how hardworking her mother was in trying to make ends meet while ensuring that both of his daughters were happy. They loved her truly and wanted nothing more than to ease her burden.
Yn did not bother to ask her about her father since her mother showered her with love and praises endlessly. Yn was given so much motherly love that she didn't feel the lack of fatherly affection. She was fine with just her mother. In their dingy apartment, their life was like sunshine and a rainbow.
And then, the storm struck.
When her mother got diagnosed with a rare disease and needed expensive treatment, it was up to Yn who had to take on the burdens and work as a young adult to do whatever it took to save her. She tried getting loans but was turned down due to her lack of collateral. That was when she turned to the casino and took on the job as a bunny-girl.
But never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she would end up being in a situation like this. A shiver ran down her spine as she imagined what the Marquis had planned for her that evening. She knew she had to be strong and brave when that time comes, not just for herself and Amelia, but most importantly, for her mother.
Yn got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to freshen up. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she wondered if the Marquis find her attractive. She had never considered herself a beauty, but the way he had kissed her made her think otherwise. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of such thoughts, and focused on preparing herself for the day.
"Mrraoww!"
Yn turned to see that Rosie, her precious and adorable cat, had entered the bathroom and was sitting and staring up at her with a pair of wide green eyes. Yn couldn't resist herself from bending down and petting its head lovingly. She then spoke, "I know. I know. You must be hungry."
She then busied herself with feeding Rosie and preparing breakfast for both her and Sydney. The latter woke up and suddenly wrapped her tiny arms around Yn's waist, startling the adult female.
"Yn, I had a bad dream," Sydney said in a small muffled voice since she had buried her face into Yn's skirt.
Yn immediately stopped what she was doing, wiped her hands on the apron around her front body, and knelt down to be at eye level with her stepsister. "Oh no. What happened, Syd?"
"I dreamt that mom was sick and we couldn't save her," Sydney said, her eyes filled with tears.
Yn felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She knew that Sydney was feeling the same way she was, scared and worried about their mother. Yn and her mother tried to hide the true severity of her illness and its treatment from Sydney, but the girl eventually felt lonely of her mother's love and became worried about why she was stuck in the hospital for months. It was then she concluded that mom needed saving.
Yn hugged Sydney tightly and said, "Don't worry, Syd. We'll save her. We'll do whatever it takes to make sure she gets better."
Sydney nodded her head, her tears drying up. Yn then stood up and said with a warm smile, "Now, how about we get some breakfast? I made your favorite pancakes."
Sydney's eyes lit up and she grinned, "Yay! Pancakes!"
Yn smiled and took Sydney's hand, leading her to the dining table. She served the pancakes while Sydney set the table. As they ate, Yn stared at her young stepsister quietly. It was at that moment she realized that she really needed the job at the casino. She must maintain her position there and earn enough for her mother's hospital treatment. But first of all, she had to fulfill her promise to the Marquis de Gramont. Hopefully, after tonight, Amelia's job at the casino would maintain and Yn wouldn't have any direct confrontation with the Frenchman.
As they finished breakfast, Yn got up and began to clear the dishes. Sydney offered to help, but Yn told her to go and get ready for school. Once everything was done, Yn walked her to preschool and dropped her off with a tight hug.
Yn then headed to the cafe where she would work her morning shift by boarding a bus. Edric was the first to greet her with a grin as she walked in.
"Good morning, Yn! You're early today," Edric said in his usual calm voice.
Yn smiled back and replied, "Yes, I want to make sure I have everything covered before the evening shift. Is there anything I need to know?"
Edric shook his head and said, "Nope, everything's the same. Just be your charming self and serve that coffee and pastries like a pro."
Yn nodded and was about to saunter to the back to change into her uniform when Edric suddenly called her, "Hey..."
Yn looked at him with a pair of wide doe eyes of curiosity, wondering what it was that Edric needed to talk to her about. The male then hesitantly asked, "Umm. Last night, did that guy disturb you again?"
The lady knew he was referring to the Marquis de Gramont. She had told him about a man who kept pursuing her but she never mentioned the Frenchman's name or identity to him and she would like to keep it that.
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much to reveal to Edric. She knew that the Marquis was a man of power and influence and she didn't want to get anyone else involved in her problems. So she decided to lie.
"He didn't... Last night was... fine," she lied as she felt goosebumps grow on her skin as she recalled the filthy, rough way the Marquis sucked her mouth last night.
Edric nodded with a stretched smile, an expression that Yn couldn't read. He replied, "That's good then. But stay alert, okay? He is not the only man with bad intentions."
Yn nodded, "I will. Thank you for asking."
With that, she headed to the back to change into her uniform. As she worked her shift, she couldn't help but think about the Marquis de Gramont and what he had in store for her that evening. She tried to push the thought away, focusing instead on her customers and serving them with her usual charm and grace. But the nagging feeling at the back of her mind refused to go away.
Finally, her morning shift was over and Yn headed home to preschool to pick Sydney up. As the former entered the preschool, she saw her adorable sister waiting by the entrance, holding her little backpack tightly. The moment that little girl spotted her, she ran towards her with a wide smile, her pigtails bouncing with each step. To Yn, the sight of her stepsister's innocent smile brought a momentary respite from the heavy thoughts that weighed on her mind.
"Yn!" Sydney exclaimed, wrapping her small arms around Yn's legs in a tight hug.
Yn beamed and patted her head affectionately, "Hey, how was your day?"
Sydney giggled and replied, "It was good! We painted pictures today, and I made one for mom!"
Yn's heart swelled with love and pride for Sydney's sweet gesture. "That's wonderful, Syd! I'm sure mom will love it. Let's go to the hospital and show her, okay?"
Sydney nodded eagerly, her pigtails bouncing with excitement. Yn held her hand as they made their way to the hospital by boarding a bus. Throughout the ride, Yn watched as the little girl hummed a kid's song while admiring the drawing she made with crayons. Yn smiled warmly at the innocent scene, grateful for this moment of serenity amidst the chaos of her life.
Arriving at the hospital, they went through the familiar routine of sanitizing their hands and checking in at the reception desk. Yn noticed the tiredness in her mother's eyes as they entered the room. It broke her heart to see her once vibrant and lively mother weakened by her illness.
"Mom!" Sydney exclaimed, rushing to her mother's bedside, unaware of the sickly condition on the older woman's face.
Yn followed closely behind, a mixture of emotions bubbling inside her. She greeted her mother with a warm smile, trying to hide her own worries. "Hey, mom. Look who's here with something special for you."
Their mother's face lit up with a gentle smile as she saw Sydney holding up her painted picture. "Oh, my sweet Sydney. What a lovely surprise! Thank you, darling."
Sydney proudly presented the artwork to her mother, who admired it with genuine affection. Yn stood by their side, her heart swelling with love and a tinge of sadness. As they spent the rest of the afternoon with their mother, Yn couldn't help but think of the grim reality that loomed over their family. Their mother had been battling her illness for months, and with each passing day, Yn could see her weakening. She knew that time was running out, and it broke her heart to think of a life without her mother.
She knew she must earn enough money fast before the illness could consume her forever. But how? She thought: Does she have to take on a third job every day?
After spending some quality time with their mother, Yn and Sydney said their goodbyes, promising to return soon. Yn held Sydney's hand tightly as they walked out of the hospital, a heavy silence enveloping them. Sydney looked up at Yn with innocent eyes, sensing her sister's unease.
"Sissy, are you okay?" Sydney asked, her voice filled with concern.
Yn crouched down to Sydney's level, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She forced a smile, wanting to shield Sydney from her worries as much as possible. "I'm fine, Syd. Just a little tired. Let's go home."
They boarded a bus and made their way back home. Yn decided to take a shower to wash off the dust and grime of the day. As she stood under the hot water, she felt her body relax. Her mind wandered, wondering what the evening would bring. She tried to push away the image of the Marquis, but it was etched into her mind. She couldn't shake off the feeling of dread and fright that he had evoked in her.
After the shower, Yn put on a wear she deemed fitting for a private dinner - a dress with white and blue floral patterns all over it. The bottom of the dress was just inches above her ankles, and the waist area was made tightened to show her midsection, with a split to show up her left thigh, with short puffed sleeves, and revealing a modest amount of her chest and collarbones. It was a pretty modest dress. It was actually a hand-me-down from her mom and that was the most expensive dress for someone as poor as her.
Before entering the living room to find Sydney, she contacted Barbara yet again. When her cousin agreed to take care of Sydney again, Yn felt an immense sense of gratitude and hoped she wasn't putting too much strain on her.
Yn then put on her skincare routine and light makeup to complement her dress, opting for a natural look that accentuated her features. She brushed some neutral eyeshadow on her lids, added a touch of mascara to enhance her lashes, and applied a soft pink shade to her lips. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel in awe of how she looked.
With her appearance ready, Yn made her way to the living room where Sydney was playing with her toys. Her stepsister looked up, her eyes widening in awe as she took in Yn's transformed appearance.
"Wow, you look so pretty!" Sydney exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight, "Like a princess about to talk with people on the streets!"
Yn smiled at the little girl's enthusiasm, her heart warmed by Sydney's innocent admiration. "Thank you, Syd."
"You are going to work like that?" asked Sydney who couldn't keep her eyes off of her sister.
Yn neared her and turned on the television to entertain the little girl. She then rubbed the top of her young sister's head and replied with a small smile, "Yeah. Tonight, I have dinner there."
Sydney tilted her head, her curiosity was evident. "Who are you going to have dinner with?"
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to explain the situation to a young child. She decided to keep it simple. "A friend, but don't worry, Aunt Barbara will take care of you while I'm gone."
Sydney nodded, accepting Yn's explanation. "Okay! Have fun!"
Yn hugged Sydney tightly, breathing in her sweet scent and cherishing the warmth of their embrace. "I will, Syd. I love you."
"I love you too, Yn," Sydney replied, her small voice filled with affection.
Reluctantly, Yn released the hug and stood up, her heart heavy with both guilt and trepidation about what would happen next. She then boarded a bus with a huge amount of shyness and insecurity, considering she was dressing up prettily, in the dress she rarely wore in public. Of course, she noticed the stares she got from people and that got her feel even more bashful.
Soon enough, she arrived at the casino, one hour earlier than the start of her usual shift. She entered through the back door which was reserved for staff's use only. She refused to go through the main entrance and the casino lobby and be stared at by the patrons. Once inside the staff's changing room, she began to wonder how she was going to meet the Marquis. He said he would pick her up. She wondered: Does that mean she has to wait outside the casino?
Yn took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She glanced at the clock in the changing room and realized she had some time before the scheduled meeting. She decided to freshen up, ensuring she looked presentable when the Marquis arrived.
She touched up her makeup, ensuring everything was in place. The nerves were still present, but she reminded herself to stay composed and focused. As she finished fixing her appearance, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror, trying to muster up confidence.
With a final deep breath, Yn emerged from the changing room, only to have her path blocked by Amelia who seemed to be tip-toeing towards it. The new girl was startled when she saw Yn, her skin visibly jumping in surprise.
"Amelia," Yn greeted her with wide, curious eyes, "You are early."
"Hey, Yn," replied Amelia as she put on a nervous smile. She paused as she scanned Yn's whole figure up and down and commented, "And you look pretty. Is there a special occasion tonight?"
Yn felt her cheeks heat up, flustered by the compliment. "Uh, yeah. I have a meeting with someone tonight."
Amelia made a noise of curiosity, "Oh."
"Anyway, why are you here early?" asked Yn.
An expression of guilt and embarrassment appeared on Amelia's face as she cast her eyes down. She was staring at the ground, apparently unable to look back at Yn, as she answered, "Umm... I figured that I could come early and apologize to Mr. Malone... for being absent without telling him... before anyone comes here."
Yn suddenly realized why Amelia had come in so early. She wanted to speak to Mr. Malone without anyone else around, in case he became angry with her and embarrassed her in front of her colleagues.
Yn felt a pang of sympathy for the new girl. She knew how intimidating Mr. Malone could be, especially when he was angry. Without thinking, Yn reached out and placed a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder.
"It's okay, Amelia. We all make mistakes. I'm sure Mr. Malone will understand," Yn said, trying to reassure the nervous girl.
Amelia looked up at Yn, gratitude shining in her eyes. "Thanks, Yn."
Yn smiled warmly at Amelia. As the both of them stood in the corridor, engaged in their conversation, the casino's atmosphere suddenly shifted. A hush fell over the area, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. She could sense a presence, a powerful one, entering the casino. She turned her head in the direction of the disturbance and saw the Marquis de Gramont making his grand entrance.
Accompanied by his imposing bodyguards, the Marquis exuded an air of confidence and authority. His presence demanded attention, and all eyes were on him as he made his way through the bustling casino floor. His eyes were cold and intense, a shadow projected upon them, as he looked forward with one of his hands hidden inside his pocket.
He was donning a three-piece suit as usual but this time, it was eye-catching and bright. His suit was a shimmering pattern of rich red. His shirt was plain white, and his waistcoat, necktie, and pants were stark black. Yn couldn't help but admit in her head that he looked dashing in the bright attire.
Amelia and Yn instantly became quiet as they watched the Marquis headed straight for his office which was originally a VIP room for the casino. At some point, his eyes strayed and scanned his surrounding as though he was looking for something.
Yn felt a chill run down her spine as the Marquis' piercing gaze landed on her. Even from across the room, his gaze felt heavy and weighty, as if he was reading her very soul. Yn felt perturbation as she locked eyes with the Marquis. She quickly turned her head away from him, hoping to avoid more of his attention.
Yn's heart raced as the Marquis continued to scrutinize her. His lingering gaze made her feel exposed and vulnerable. She was relieved when he finally disappeared behind the closed door of his office. His bodyguards stood on each side of the door, facing the rest of the casino. The momentary respite allowed her to collect herself and turn her attention back to Amelia.
Amelia, visibly shaken by the encounter, looked at Yn with wide eyes. "Yn, I'm scared. I... What if he's going to fire me?"
Yn reached out, placing a comforting hand on Amelia's shoulder. She understood the fear that gripped her colleague. The Marquis's presence was intimidating, and his power within the casino was undeniable. But Yn couldn't let her own fears consume her, not when Amelia needed support.
"I understand how you feel, Amy," Yn said, her voice gentle yet firm. "The first thing you should do is to apologize to him. If you want, I can accompany you to see him."
Amelia looked at Yn, a mix of gratitude and uncertainty in her eyes. "You would do that? You would go with me?"
Yn nodded, a reassuring smile on her face. "Of course. We'll approach him respectfully. Oh, and tell them that you were sick these past few days. I told them that. Just to get the story straight."
With Yn's words of encouragement, Amelia's tense shoulders relaxed slightly. She felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that she wouldn't have to face the Marquis alone. She then replied, "Okay. Thanks for that, Yn."
Yn and Amelia decided to wait for a while before approaching the Marquis. They found a quiet corner of the casino, away from the prying eyes of the patrons. Yn reached out and took Amelia's hand, offering support and solidarity.
"Just remember, Amy, choose your words carefully," Yn said, her voice steady. "Give him respect, even if you dislike him or find his views distasteful."
Amelia nodded, a newfound determination in her eyes. She squeezed Yn's hand, appreciating the strength and compassion her colleague displayed.
With their minds set, Yn and Amelia walked toward the Marquis's office once again. This time, as they approached the closed door, they could feel a mix of nervousness and resolve coursing through their veins.
One of the bodyguards stationed by the door asked them in a very thick foreign accent, "What do you want?"
Yn maintained a respectful tone as she spoke, "We would like to speak with the Marquis if he's available."
The bodyguard, unyielding in his stance, scrutinized them for a moment before stepping closer to the door and knock it. They waited for a few seconds before the door was opened from the inside. It was the loyal and muscular bodyguard in a suit who was accompanying the Marquis wherever he went.
He then asked the bodyguard outside the door in another language. Yn realized it's not French, but Spanish. The two bodyguards exchanged a few words before the man who was stationed by the door turned to Yn and Amelia and said, "You may come in."
The Marquis' loyal bodyguard then opened the door wider and waited. Yn and Amelia said a small thanks to them before they advanced. They stepped into the office, the bodyguard closing the heavy door behind them and he then stood aside, becoming a silent observer of the scene. The room was opulent, adorned with lavish furniture and artwork that spoke of wealth and prestige. The Marquis stood behind a large mahogany desk, facing a full-body mirror on the wall, as he adjusted his waistcoat.
His cold gaze shifted to the two girls in the reflection of the mirror before he focused back on fixing his overall three-piece suit. He did not utter a word. It was either he chose to ignore them or he awaited them to speak.
Yn took a deep breath, gathering her courage before she spoke. "Sir, if I may, I have brought Amelia with me today because she would like to speak with you directly."
The Marquis's cold gaze flickered briefly towards Yn, acknowledging her presence. He turned his attention back to the mirror, adjusting his suit with meticulous precision. The room remained filled with an air of tension, the weight of the Marquis's authority palpable.
Amelia, sensing the need to break the silence, stepped forward and spoke with a voice tinged with nervousness. "Sir, I... I wanted to apologize for my disrespectful behavior that night. I am truly sorry for my action, and it will not happen again. I will learn from my mistake and I will improve myself."
The Marquis resumed adjusting his attire. His cold eyes, projected by shadow, looked as his fingers deftly fixed his necktie. His silence lingered, intensifying the tension in the room. Yn could feel her own heart pounding, unsure of what the Marquis's response would be.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the Marquis turned away from the mirror and faced them with an air of authority, shoulders square and gaze stony and unreadable. His face was illuminated by shadows, highlighting his sharp cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw. His hands were hidden away in the pockets of his suit. His eyes were blazed with a fierce intensity that left Amelia cowering in fear as if he had a personal vendetta against her.
With deliberate slowness, he spoke in a low and measured tone with his usual thick French accent, "Actions speak louder than words. Your apology is worthless… unless you prove it. It has come to my attention that you were absent for two days straight and failed to notify Malone. Do you have an explanation for this negligence?"
The Marquis's words were like a sword, cutting through the air and leaving a trail of unease in its wake. Amelia swallowed hard, her eyes darting nervously at the Marquis and the floor beneath her.
"I… I was sick, sir. I didn't mean to cause any problems," she stammered, hoping to appease the Marquis's wrath, "I'm so sorry for not informing Mr. Malone."
The Marquis's eyes narrowed slightly at her response as if he was skeptical of her excuse.
He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "You were sick for two days and couldn't be bothered to notify your superior? That is unprofessional."
Amelia and Yn's hearts skipped a beat, and fear coiled at the pit of their stomach. Amelia knew she was walking on thin ice then and there, and one wrong move could tip her over the edge. She could feel the weight of his disapproval bearing down on her and that her job was on the line.
The Marquis suddenly advanced forward, striding towards them with his hands remaining hidden in his pockets. He gave a fleeting glance at Yn, who was equally nervous as the coworker beside her, before he turned his gaze back to scowl at Amelia whom he deemed was clumsy and unprofessional.
The Marquis's glare deepened as he towered over the young female adults, his imposing presence suffocating the room. He spoke with a voice that brooked no dissent, "Second chances are always the excuses of those who fail. Your actions have consequences, and I have been contemplating if you are fit to remain in this casino."
Amelia's breath hitched, her eyes welling up with tears as she realized the severity of the situation. She pleaded desperately, her voice trembling, "Please, sir, I will do anything to make it right. I beg for another chance. I will bear any consequences, I swear."
The Marquis's gaze shifted from Amelia to Yn, a calculating glint in his eyes. Yn's heart sank as she braced herself for what the Marquis was about to say.
"Agreed. Consequences must be borne," the Marquis responded as he shifted closer to Yn. This time his eyes were fixated on Yn, watching her reaction, as he revealed, "However, it had been discussed yesterday. Yn will bear the consequences on your behalf."
Amelia's eyes widened in shock and her mouth agape in disbelief at what she heard. Yn, on the other hand, had her gaze averted away from Amelia and her face held a mixture of shame and embarrassment. Her body was stiff with a tense posture as the shock of the situation sunk in. It was evident that Yn did not want her to find out like this. If anything, she wished no one would know about her deal with the Marquis de Gramont and their upcoming private dinner.
The Marquis' lips curled into a faint, satisfied smile. He turned his attention back to Amelia, his gaze piercing through her like a dagger. "Consider yourself fortunate, that Yn is willing to shoulder your burden. Remember this act of loyalty, for it may be your only saving grace."
The Marquis looked Yn up and down in a way that was both appraising and appreciative. His smirk revealed his satisfaction with what he saw, leaving no doubt as to his thoughts. His eyes were sparkling with a hint of pleasure, and his mouth curved upwards into a smug smirk.
He nodded his head quietly before he said, "Come, Yn. We shall tend to the deal we made."
Yn took a deep breath, steeling herself against the Marquis's gaze. She knew that what she was about to do was risky, but if she could satisfy him for the night, Amelia's career would be taken from the chopping block. She had done this to herself and made a deal with the devil, so she'd have to fulfill her end of the bargain.
She chanced a glance at Amelia who was still stunned at the revelation. She gave her a sad smile and said, "Don't forget to talk to Mr. Malone, okay?"
She turned around and followed the Marquis out of his office, aware of Amelia's eyes following her until the new girl was snapped out of a trance by another bodyguard who told her to leave the office.
The Marquis and Yn walked in silence down the winding halls of the casino, the only sound was the click of the Marquis' dress shoes on the polished marble floors. His loyal bodyguard followed them from behind. Finally, they exited the casino through the entrance and out into the city streets.
A sleek black limousine awaited them outside the casino, its engine humming softly. The Marquis opened the door and gestured for Yn to step inside, even placing a hand on her back purposely. She hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and uncertainty. As she entered the luxurious vehicle, she couldn't help but feel trapped.
The Marquis followed suit, sliding into the limousine with an air of confidence and authority. His smug expression remained firmly in place, his eyes glinting with a mix of satisfaction and intrigue. The door was closed behind him by his loyal bodyguard, sealing them off from the outside world.
The limousine's interior is luxurious and opulent, with plush leather seats, polished wood accents, and dim ambient lighting lending a sense of sophistication. The atmosphere inside the limousine was heavy with a mix of scents; the leather seats had a scent of newness, while the wood accents carried a subtle hint of fresh cedar. There was also the faint aroma of expensive cologne, adding to the air of mystery and power.
The Marquis settled into his seat, his knee bumping against Yn's, causing her to sneakily look over. He was spreading his legs wide enough that one of his knees brushed against hers. When she sensed his gaze landing on her, she averted her gaze and looked out the window. The male beside her stared at her quietly, like he was silently relishing the control he held over her.
The vehicle started moving, the quiet hum of the engine filling the small space, as the limousine glided through the darkening city streets. Yn felt the tension in the air build as she could feel the Marquis's gaze burning into her head.
The Marquis' voice broke the heavy silence, his voice thick with a French accent was dripping with a mixture of amusement and admiration. "You look ravishing, ma lapine."
He paused to scrutinize her. He eyed her figure up and down and harrumphed in pleasure and satisfaction as he spoke, "Hmm... The way that dress hugs your curves, it makes it difficult for me."
Yn's discomfort grew as the Marquis's words washed over her. She tried to maintain her composure, reminding herself of the deal she had struck, but the unease within her intensified. The compliments felt more like veiled manipulation than genuine praise.
"Thank you, sir," Yn responded politely, her voice laced with a hint of unease. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, inching slightly away from the Marquis to create some distance between them. The confined space of the limousine only seemed to amplify her unease.
The Marquis, seemingly undeterred by Yn's reluctance, continued to engage her in conversation. He spoke about the casino's operations, his travels, and various aspects of his glamorous life. Yn responded with polite nods and brief answers, trying her best to keep the conversation at arm's length.
"You seem tense, ma lapine," the Marquis observed, a hint of curiosity and smugness in his eyes. "Is it the anticipation of what lies ahead?"
Yn hesitated, her mind racing to come up with a suitable response. She couldn't reveal her true concerns, the weight of the consequences she had shouldered for Amelia's sake. Instead, she opted for a lie that would redirect the conversation away from her personal predicament.
"No, sir... It's just... I'm worried about what Mr. Malone will think about my sudden absence," Yn replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. "He's a strict man when it comes to punctuality."
The Marquis's lips curled into a knowing smile, amusement flickering in his eyes. His voice carried a hint of something dark as he reassured her, "Ah, don't worry. I have told Malone. He understands the importance of our personal... affair this evening."
As he finished speaking, the Marquis placed his hand on Yn's knee, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Yn's discomfort surged, and she instinctively shifted her knee away from his grasp, her gaze fixed on a distant point outside the window.
The Frenchman withdrew his hand, a faint smirk playing on his lips as if he found it amusing to see how uncomfortable Yn appeared because of him. The air inside the limousine grew heavier, the tension palpable, as Yn felt anxious about what she did.
Her mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions. She knew she had to play her part, but the Marquis' advances were testing her resolve. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. But her heart was pounding, and her palms were slick with sweat. Somehow, she had to survive the next few hours with this man, and she didn't know if she could do it.
As the limousine glided through the city streets, Yn's mind was in overdrive, trying to assure herself that she would finish her part of the deal with dignity still intact by the end of this evening. She couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped, and the Marquis's touch made her skin crawl.
Just then, the limousine came to a stop, and Yn's heart skipped a beat. She realized as she stared out the window that they were located somewhere remote and halted in front of a huge mansion that screamed filthy rich. The door by the Marquis' side was opened by the bodyguard, and he stepped out, offering his hand to Yn to help her out of the car.
Yn hesitated for a moment before taking his hand, feeling a shiver run down her spine as his fingers curled around hers. She stepped out of the limousine, her heels clicking against the pavement as she stood beside the Marquis. She looked up at the mansion, awe-struck by its grandeur and magnificence. It was a stark contrast to the city streets they had just left behind.
Another thing she easily perceived was the great number of bodyguards outside the building. They were all dressed in grey suits, and some of them were women. Their faces were masked with stoic expressions and gazes that can’t be read. They stared straight ahead while they stood in two straight and even lines, a path leading from the limousine to the grand entrance of the mansion.
"Welcome to my humble abode, ma lapine," the Marquis suddenly spoke up, giving out his arm to signify her to grab it. He added, "We have time to spare so I will show you around."
Yn was speechless as she subconsciously grabbed his arm. The Marquis led the way to the front door and passed his numerous bodyguards. Once they stepped inside thanks to two more bodyguards opening the door for them, Yn felt as if she had been transported to another world.
The interior of the mansion was breathtaking, with ornate decorations and furnishings that exuded elegance and sophistication. The Marquis gave her a grand tour, showcasing his collection of art, antiques, and exotic possessions from his travels around the world.
Yn's face lit up, giving her a dreamy and radiant expression, as she took in the grandeur of the mansion. Her eyes sparkled with admiration and awe, and her mouth opened slightly in amazement. The Marquis watched her with a proud and pleased expression, a small smile playing on his lips. His eyes darted from Yn to the various objects around the mansion, as if he was trying to gauge her reaction to each one.
As they walked through the hallways, Yn couldn't help but feel intimidated by the opulence of it all. She felt like an outsider, out of place in this world of extravagance and luxury. The Marquis seemed to revel in her discomfort, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence as he pointed out various artifacts and paintings, as if showing off his wealth and power.
But the tour eventually came to an end as they reached a set of doors that led to a private wing of the mansion. The Marquis turned to Yn with a glint in his eye that made her heart skip a beat.
"Shall we retire to my bedroom, ma lapine?" he asked, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek.
Yn's breath caught in her throat, and she instinctively stepped back, her eyes wide with fear and panic. She was about to protest when the Marquis chuckled in amusement. He told her, "I was kidding. But, come. It's time to see your part of the deal. We would have that private dinner in my bedroom, on the balcony."
Yn let out a sigh of relief. She followed him to the private wing of the mansion, her mind racing with thoughts. She wondered what kind of dinner the Marquis had planned for them since everything inside this mansion was majestic and rich. She looked to the side to see it was his loyal bodyguard still tailing them from behind.
As they entered the bedroom, Yn was struck by its opulence. The room was spacious, with a king-sized bed in the middle and a balcony overlooking the city. The walls were adorned with gold-framed paintings, and the furniture was made of the finest wood.
The Marquis gestured towards the balcony, where a candlelit table was set up with silverware and crystal glasses. Yn could smell the delicious aroma of food wafting through the air.
The Marquis pulled out a chair for Yn and seated her before taking his own seat across from her. The bodyguard stood behind the Marquis, watching their every move with a scrutinizing gaze. Yn felt the cool breeze on her face as she took in the breathtaking view of the city skyline. The Marquis poured her a glass of wine, and they began to eat the sumptuous meal that had been laid out in front of them.
The food was exquisite, and Yn couldn't help but feel in awe of this experience. She had never tasted anything like these before, and she savored every bite. The Marquis watched her with a satisfied expression, his eyes drinking in her beauty as she ate.
Yn was acutely aware of the Marquis's gaze on her, and it made her uneasy even amidst the lavishness of the setting. She maintained a composed facade, gracefully savoring each morsel, though her mind was racing with conflicting emotions and thoughts.
"So, enlighten me, Yn," the Marquis began as he put down his utensils and leaned against the backrest of his chair. One of his legs was resting atop the other and both of his arms were placed on the armrests. He asked, "Do your parents work?"
Yn's heart sank for a moment, realizing that the Marquis was delving into personal territory. It was a topic she preferred to keep tightly guarded, as it held painful memories and private struggles. She had learned to navigate life without the support of her father, and her mother's illness was a burden she carried with a heavy heart.
Besides that, she knew she had to be careful with her responses, as revealing too much could give him leverage over her. She chose her words carefully, attempting to deflect the conversation away from her family.
"My mother doesn't work," she replied, deciding not to divulge the whole truth about her family situation. "She's staying at home, and I help take care of her."
The Marquis raised an eyebrow, seemingly intrigued by her response. "That must be quite challenging for you, balancing your responsibilities here and at home."
"It has its difficulties, but I manage," she replied quietly. She hoped that by ending the topic fast, she could avoid any further probing questions.
But the Marquis was an astute and perceptive man, and he seemed to sense her evasion. He leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto hers as one eyebrow of his rose, and he asked, "What about your father, hmm?"
Yn's heart raced, and she could feel her palms becoming clammy. She had not expected him to inquire about her father, and her mind raced to find a suitable response that wouldn't give away too much. The truth about her father's infidelity and their broken family was too personal and painful to share with a stranger like the Marquis.
"My father..." Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "He's not in the picture. My mother and I manage just fine."
The Marquis studied her carefully, his dark eyes seemingly piercing through her facade. She could feel his gaze weighing on her, and she instinctively looked down, pretending to be absorbed in her food.
"I see," the Marquis said, his voice dropping slightly lower. "You've had to shoulder such responsibilities at a young age."
Yn nodded, not trusting herself to speak further. She tried to steer the conversation elsewhere, hoping to divert his attention from prying into her personal life.
"What about you, sir?" she asked, trying to sound genuinely curious. "You must have a family of your own?"
The Marquis chuckled as if amused by the question. He replied, "Ah, my life is rather... complicated. Let's just say that I have my responsibilities as well. Still, I find ways to entertain myself through them."
He flashed a knowing smile, making it clear that he had no intention of divulging his personal life either. Yn felt a shiver run down her spine as she pondered the hidden meaning behind his words. The Marquis was a mysterious man, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease around him. She remembered Sophia, one of her coworkers at the casino, saying that she had heard of the Marquis being involved in the underworld. She thought: Could it be that he was referring to those kinds of responsibilities?
She tried to shake off her discomfort and focus on the present moment, savoring the exquisite food and enjoying the opulent surroundings.
As they continued their dinner, the conversation remained more on the surface, discussing general topics like art, culture, and the city's social scene. Yn was relieved that the Marquis seemed to have let go of prying into her personal life, but she remained cautious, knowing that he was a master manipulator.
Yn realized that navigating this evening would be a delicate dance, a constant balancing act between protecting her secrets and playing along with the Marquis's advances. She knew she had to tread carefully, as one wrong step could have dire consequences for herself and those she cared about.
After dessert, just as a few bodyguards came in and cleaned up the dishes, the Marquis suddenly called for the bodyguard who was always accompanying him, "Chidi."
Yn shot a glance at the bodyguard whom she then knew his name. Chidi advanced forward till he stood next to the Marquis. That's when she saw it. A medium-sized velvet box was given to the Marquis. Chidi then backed away and, for some reason, exited the bedroom wordlessly.
The Marquis uncrossed his legs, leaned closer to the table, and placed it there, pushing it closer to Yn. She was puzzled and made no move or utter a word as she stared at him quizzically. The Frenchman's corners of his lips turned upward as he told her, "For you. You may open it."
Yn's curiosity was piqued as the Marquis urged her to open the velvet box. With a mixture of intrigue and caution, she delicately lifted the lid, revealing its contents. Inside the box lay an exquisite piece of jewelry nestled inside—a minimalist rose gold pearl necklace. Yn was thoroughly captivated by it as her eyes widened in awe.
"It's beautiful," Yn whispered, her voice clearly filled with admiration. She was dazzled by the craftsmanship and elegance of the necklace, unable to deny its undeniable allure.
The Marquis leaned back in his chair, observing her reaction with a smirk. He commented smoothly, "It's a rare piece, just like you."
She could not find it in herself to touch the piece of jewelry so she closed the lid and carefully placed it on the table. Yn’s expression was one of shock as her wide eyes gazed at the handsome Marquis as if she was looking for answers in his face. Her lips were slightly parted and there was a glimmer of wonder in her gaze, as she struggled to comprehend the thoughtful gift that he just bestowed upon her.
Yn's mind was in a whirlwind of emotions. The gift was exquisite, and a part of her was drawn to its beauty, but she couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. It was too extravagant, too much for her to accept from a man she hardly knew. The weight of his intentions and the underlying implications of his gesture pressed upon her.
"Sir, I... I appreciate your gesture," Yn began, her voice filled with uncertainty. "But this necklace, it's too much for me. I can't accept such a gift."
The Marquis leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. His voice was silky and persuasive as he said, "Beauty deserves to be adorned and cherished. This necklace is a reflection of the allure and elegance I see in you. I insist you accept it."
Yn's heart fluttered at his words, his charm and flattery momentarily clouding her judgment. She was drawn to his words, the way he made her feel seen and valued. But she couldn't ignore the nagging voice of caution in her mind, reminding her of the potential consequences of accepting such a gift from a man of his stature and reputation. She felt like if she accepted it, she would delve into a dark abyss where she would be more involved with the mysterious Marquis.
Suddenly, the Marquis stood up from his seat without giving her enough time to properly mull over her decision. She remained in her seat, looking up at the Frenchman with doe eyes of innocence and curiosity as he strode to her side. He then reached out his hand and spoke, "Let me put it on you."
Yn hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But the Marquis' persuasive and confident demeanor, along with the allure of the necklace, won her over. She extended her hand and placed it on the open palm the Marquis offered to her, allowing him to guide her to her feet. As she stood before him, she felt a surge of vulnerability coursing through her veins.
He then pulled her gently a few steps away from the table. Once she stood at a spot, he turned her around till she was facing the grand view from the balcony overlooking the city. After grabbing the velvet box on the candlelit table, the Marquis approached her, his fingers delicately grasping the necklace.
He stood behind her, his presence enveloping her in warmth. Yn's heart raced as his fingers lifted her hair, exposing the nape of her neck. Breeze blew softly against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.
The Marquis then fastened the clasp of the necklace, his fingers brushing against her skin in the process and the coolness of the pearls meeting the warmth of Yn's skin. She couldn't help but catch her breath, feeling the weight of the necklace settle around her neck like a shackle.
Yn touched the pearls with her fingertips, feeling the weight of the necklace against her skin. It was undoubtedly a stunning piece, and she couldn't deny the small surge of pleasure it brought her. But alongside that pleasure was a sense of unease, a lingering feeling that accepting this gift would intertwine her fate with the enigmatic Marquis in ways she couldn't fully comprehend.
"Thank you," Yn murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's beautiful. But I don't know if I could accept this."
All of a sudden, she felt large hands grasping her shoulders from behind. She knew without a doubt that it was the Marquis who was still standing behind her. Trepidation coursed through her body, freezing the warm feelings she got from the necklace. She then heard his voice from behind, "Take it. It's a gift, and I want you to always wear it."
Yn could feel his breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. The silence was all she could provide him as a reply as she started to tremble in his grip. That was when she felt something press against her bare shoulder, then a smacking noise followed. She did not have to glance over to know that the Marquis was placing kisses there.
Yn's heart raced with fear as the Marquis continued to place kisses on her bare skin. His hands trailed down her arms in a possessive manner, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. She could feel the weight of the necklace around her neck, acting as a physical reminder of the Marquis' hold on her.
His kisses gradually trailed from her shoulder to her neck. He began planting kisses around the area in a slow, methodical manner, his fingers gently caressing her arms in the process. Yn could feel her heart racing, unable to find her voice to speak up. She could only bite her lip and continue to listen to the smacking noises as he began to nibble on her neck.
"Stop..." Yn managed to mutter, her breath hitching in her throat.
But the Marquis was relentless in his assault, his lips continuing to trail down her neck. Suddenly, his hands drifted to her arms and gently grasped them. Instinctively, Yn attempted to pull her arms away and move away from him, but she was met with his unyielding grip around her arms.
"Don't resist," she heard the Marquis murmuring as his lips neared her nape.
Her heart raced, fear coursing through her veins. She could feel his warm breath and his lips against her neck, and she could hear his words in her ear. The adrenaline rush coursed through her body as she tried to push the Marquis away from her.
But it was all in vain. The Marquis was too strong and bigger than she was, and her resistance only aroused him more. Yn could feel his lips moving to the side of her neck, where she felt teeth clamp on her skin. She struggled to free herself from the man's hold, a faint scream escaping her lips.
"Stop!" she raised her voice, still trapped by him, "This is not part of our deal! It's supposed to be just a dinner!"
Suddenly, the Marquis let go of her and he withdrew his head. Yn immediately moved away from him and spun around to face him. Her face contorted with rage, her eyes wide and her lips forming a tight line. Her cheeks flushed red and her fists were clenched as she stared at the Marquis with a look of utter disdain.
The Marquis' face had a look of satisfaction, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes glazed with lust. His hands were tucked into his pockets as he adjusted his suit and brushed off his jacket. He seemed arrogant and in control with every movement he made. He then met Yn's gaze.
"Ah, our deal," he nodded as his lips curved upside down in amusement for a fleeting moment, "You're right."
Yn stared at him while breathing heavily before she moved to rush past him. She exited the balcony and strode speedily towards the door of the bedroom. She opened the door aggressively, wanting to just leave this building as soon as possible when she halted abruptly in her track.
Chidi was standing in the middle of the doorway, blocking the exit. He stood with his hands grasping one another in front of his body. His eyes were narrowed and his face was solemn as he looked down at Yn, looking completely unsurprised to see her about to rush off. It's as if he had expected her.
The sound of calm footsteps approaching them from behind her made Yn turn around with eyes widening in fear. The Marquis sauntered toward them, his hands still tucked into his pockets, his dark gaze still boring into her. Yn held her breath as she felt completely trapped on the spot despite how huge the mansion was.
"You are forgetting one thing, ma lapine," the Marquis spoke up as he removed his rich red jacket, fully revealing him in the black waistcoat. He then tossed the piece of clothing to the side uncaringly. Then he added to Yn, "The deal is a private dinner with me until I am satisfied. And now..."
He paused to loosen up his necktie from around his neck, and he continued in a dark tone, "I have yet to be satisfied."
Feeling the Marquis' hungry gaze on her, Yn trembled timidly as she looked at the ground. She then scowled at him and said with slight indignation in her tone, "You twist the deal."
"Not at all," answered the Frenchman as he advanced closer to her, "I said exactly that and you agreed. That's our deal, and you haven't fulfilled that part yet. Your friend could still very well be fired now."
Yn frowned in terror and she stared wide-eyed at him. Her heart raced and she felt a chill run down her spine as her blood turned cold. She was so stunned that she couldn't even see the Marquis coming to her and wrapping his arms around her.
He pulled her close to his chest and Yn's heart jumped into her throat at the sudden closeness. The Marquis looked down at her face and the gleam in his eyes seemed to darken. He then leaned in closer to her face and pressed his lips on hers.
His lips were warm and supple. Yn could feel his warm breath on her face and she could smell his scent - a masculine one that smelt of spice and something else that Yn couldn't name. She could feel him, too - his front body against hers, his lips on her own, and his arms encircling her waist.
The feel of his body touching hers overwhelmed her so much that she finally struggled in his embrace. She yelled against his lips, "No! Don't touch me!"
The Marquis responded immediately by clutching her jaw with his hand and pulling her face closer to his. Yn gasped in shock and he took that chance to deepen the kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue, as his other hand traveled her body, caressing her buttocks before it raised up the bottom of her dress.
That's when she heard the door shutting behind her. She thrashed around in his grip and managed to look over her shoulder to see that Chidi had closed the door and left the two of them. Her heart thudded in her ribcage at the sight and she couldn't help but panic.
"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling vehemently and pushing the man away by his chest.
However, she was stunned to silence when the Marquis grabbed her by the jaw forcefully and tugged her close to his face. His rage-filled eyes glared down at her, the shadow projecting over them making them appear even more ominous, as his mouth was in a straight slash with immense contempt.
"You're forgetting the deal," he hissed through his gritted teeth, "But if you want, I could let you go. But I will call Malone and tell him that your precious friend is fired! And since you disobey me, I will cut your earning!"
Yn froze in an instant, her eyes widening like saucers as she stared back at him in absolute disbelief and horror. No. She could not have the money she earned from the casino cut at this moment. Not when she was so close to paying the full amount of her mother's medical bills. Not when her mother's life's on the line. Not when her mother seemed so sick recently.
But she couldn't believe how far the Marquis would go to achieve what he desired. She could see his eyes burning with desire and his grip on her jaw tightened as if to physically make her submit to his whims. One of her hands instinctively grabbed the forearm of the hand that held her jaw. She stared at him wide-eyed with a frown of stupefaction as she pondered.
The Marquis glared down at her before his eyes relaxed due to realization and confusion. He noticed right away how she froze in his grip and how scared she was when he said he would cut her earning. Her reaction intrigued him and he wondered if she took the casino job only for the huge pay she would earn. But for what, he did not know. However, he then knew for sure that his threat about money had a good hold on her.
She was so scared that her hands started to tremble and her vision blurred over. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and her breath became shallow and quick. She felt something wet running down her cheek, but she brushed it off as sweat. That was until the Marquis brought his other hand to her face and gently wiped it with his thumb.
"If you don't want it to be cut," he said, a dark smile on his face, "Then do as I say and it won't be."
Yn shed more tears as she loosened up in his hold. The Marquis noticed this and slowly let her jaw go before he pulled her into his chest, embracing her in a mock show of affection. His arms went around her waist and he pressed the length of her body against his.
"Do not fret," the Marquis said, his mouth beside her ear, "There's no need for tears. I'll be gentle."
She made no move to hug him back as a few more tears rolled down her cheeks as the horrifying predicament of the situation dawned on her. She couldn't let the Marquis do a pay cut to her earning from the casino. She needed the money badly. She had to endure one or two more months to collect the full amount of money to pay her mother's medical bills. Cutting her earning would make the process slower and her mother's life was at stake then.
Plus, the last time she saw her mother, the latter seemed so frail. It's as if death had gotten so close to her this time. If the Marquis cut off her earning and slowed the whole process down, would her mother still be alive?
She couldn't let that happen. She was so close. She couldn't jeopardize it.
Yn then looked up to stare at the smug Frenchman. Her glassy doe eyes gazed at him and she thought: If she gives him what he wants, he would leave her alone, right? He would not chase her around again.
The Marquis was pleased to her staring at him with those eyes. He then gently brushed off her tears with his thumbs and said in a low voice, "Don't fight me on this. It's for tonight only, okay?"
Yn wiped away her tears with her hand and she gave a small nod in response. She was so teary-eyed that she couldn't meet the Marquis' eyes.
The Marquis smirked in victory before he brought her chin up with his hand, leaned in, and kissed her again. This time, Yn didn't struggle like before and she let him kiss her. She shut her eyes and let out a whimper at his soft touch. She felt him pressing her against him as his kisses grew aggressive and impatient.
She felt his hands roam her body as if on their own will. But before long, she felt that gentle touch and the small tingles of his fingers trailing down her arms. She felt a shiver go down her spine when his hands reached down her back and then picked up the bottom of her dress. She was surprised when she felt his hands grope her ass, squeezing and feeling her there, leaving her skin electrified. He did so over and over again until she felt his fingers delve down past her buttocks and rub against her pussy through the panties.
He kissed her so sloppily because he was more focused on his fingers rubbing against her pussy. His tongue had invaded her mouth and dominated hers easily as she gasped at the foreign sensation he did down there.
That's when she felt her panties being moved to the side. For the first time in her life, Yn felt a foreign object rub against the lips of her pussy. She flinched and twitched at the sensation but the Marquis did not relent and he kept rubbing his fingers against her slit, all the while locking his lips with hers incessantly. She was left to lean her whole body fully against his chest as she let out a breathy moan, her tears brimming her eyes as she trembled in his arms.
The Marquis was relentlessly rubbing against her clit and it sent pleasure surging through her body. She was forced to moan into his mouth as she put both of her hands on his chest for something to grip on. She felt a lot of things were happening. Her mouth was thoroughly sucked and dominated by his while her clit was caressed violently by his fingers. She had never felt so suffocated by many sensations, and one thing she could focus on was the nagging pleasure.
She felt her pussy getting wetter by the second. She felt a strange new feeling, one she couldn't describe. A sound that was not human, but rather the primal call of a female, then escaped her lips.
The Marquis picked up the sound and he then continued to lick and suck her lips even more, forcing out more moans from the lady. He felt her whole body shudder in his arms with every move he made, and it was a sight to behold. He lapped at Yn's lips and drank her sweet saliva as he continued toying with her pussy, finding out what gave her the most pleasure.
She knew it was wrong. What he was doing was wrong. She knew she should hate it. But it just felt so amazingly good. The pleasure was getting stronger and stronger and she felt herself getting close to an orgasm. She became tensed in his hold as that sensation got higher and higher. His fingers became swifter too, stubbornly rubbing her pussy and clit with more pressure, and that's when she felt the explosion of a climax.
She moaned lightly as she harshly gripped the Marquis' black waistcoat. Her whole body trembled like leaves due to the orgasm, her mouth was left wide open, giving him easy access to kiss her more fervently. She had subconsciously bent forward, pushing her breasts against his chest as her thighs closed in, leaving his fingers lock against her gushing pussy.
As the climax began to die down, she felt her knees weakening and she was on the verge of collapsing but the Marquis caught her and steadied her. Not only that, he put his hands around her and carried her in bridal style. She was breathing heavily in his arms, her eyes closed, and he stared down at her, enjoying the sight of her flushed face.
She was still coming down from the high of the explosive orgasm when she felt herself being lowered down onto something soft and comfortable. She figured out it was a bed as her hands instinctively grabbed onto the blanket to grip something as she still felt the slowing surge of intense pleasure.
She heard the sound of fabric rustling before something dropped onto the floor. She then felt the straps of her dress on her shoulders being loosened. The dress was pulled down her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps following the trail of the dress. The Marquis pushed the dress down completely and Yn felt it slither off of her body until she lay in only her white lace bra and her plain white panties. She could feel the cold air of the room brush against her exposed skin
She felt the bed shift again as the Marquis got on the bed. Her eyes shot open and she looked towards the source of the movement. She swallowed dryly at the shocking sight. He had gotten rid of his shirt and waistcoat, revealing his upper body fully bare.
He had a strong, muscular physique with distinct chest muscles and a broad, strong back. His abdomen was toned and his arms had visible veins and muscles that rippled as he moves. His skin was smooth, with no blemishes or marks. He had a flat stomach and light six-pack abs that were barely visible against his skin. He had a look of pure lust in his eyes. He stared at Yn's body as if he was going to devour her and it really made her feel naked.
Suddenly, she felt sturdy hands grip her ankles and pull her legs apart. She gripped the blanket tighter as she felt a sudden cool breeze brush against her exposed pussy. She realized that he had just taken off her panties, but she was exhausted and powerless to stop him. She was spread and vulnerable.
The Marquis then went for her bra. He moved his hands underneath her body and unclasped the hook. He then tossed the piece behind him. Her body became exposed to the light of the room. She felt a chill run down her spine as her breasts became exposed to the open air of the room. She felt so shy being naked in front of a man. One she didn't actually know.
He put his hand on each side of her head as he positioned himself in between her legs. She then felt something poking against the entrance of her pussy. Her eyes widened with fear and dread as realization set in. She knew what was going to happen. It was apparently what the Marquis wanted. He had to threaten her to get to this point, and now it was going to be real. She gripped the blanket tighter as she felt the invasion near.
That was when an idea lit up in her head.
“Wait!”
The Marquis was startled by the sudden voice of the girl who had been quiet the whole time. He paused his movements and looked down at her.
Yn knew she could not stop him from this. He would threaten her more and make it clear that he would make her life a miserable one. But she had an idea - one that would at least comfort her inwardly as she spread her legs for him.
She began with a soft and whimpery voice, “Please… After this is done, I want compensation… Because this is too much for me… I don’t do this… I want… All I want is just something to compensate for this…”
Understanding registered in the Marquis’ head. He stared her down as his eyes glimmered with filthy lust that plainly told he was desiring her body. He let out a huge exhale as he queried, "What kind of compensation?"
Yn swallowed dryly before she revealed, "50 thousand dollars. Please. That's all. You can have my body and all I want is just that. If you want, you can... reduce it to 25k... or even 10k."
The Marquis scoffed and he looked like he was about to force himself on her, but Yn was adamant this time. She brought her hands to his cheeks and begged, "Please! This matters so much to me!"
He appeared taken aback by her persistence and the way she held his cheeks in her hands. He regarded her with a long stare and Yn could tell how puzzled he was. She could only hope that he did not question her about it.
However, she was astonished when he let out another sigh before he pursed his lips and said, "Fine. 50 thousand."
Yn was surprised. He thought he would choose to pay her the cheapest amount, but he still went with the highest. It was a lot of money, especially for her who was very much poor. She smiled in relief, but then her smile dropped instantaneously as she felt it.
The Marquis' cock rubbed against the entrance of her wet pussy. She was still extremely tight and he could feel her resisting the slight tightness. He slid his cock upwards, sliding it against her sensitive clit. Yn felt like she was going to die from the pleasure that shot up her body. She whimpered as she felt her clit being rubbed by his cock, and she felt like she was going to explode.
She heard the Marquis say as he leaned closer to her ear, "I'm going to fuck you senseless."
She shivered at those words as she felt him push his cock back downwards, rubbing it against her entrance before pushing it in.
She felt her insides being forced to stretch and fit over his girth, which wasn't a small one. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he slowly slid his cock into her. She felt her pussy being stretched to the limit, and she felt like she was going to tear soon. The pain was unbearable as he pushed his cock further into her.
She felt like he was tearing her apart and because of the pain, her hands shot up to push against his bare chest. She cried out, "Stop! It hurts!"
The Marquis just looked at her and smirked, "You are full of surprises, ma lapine. You are a virgin."
Yn tried to glare at him but moaned in pain as she did so. Tears began to brim in her eyes as she felt him thrust his cock in deeper. She felt like her insides were going to be torn apart. She let out a cry of pain as she felt her pussy being stretched further to fit his length. She felt like she was about to split open. She felt the Marquis' hands dig into her hips as he pushed more and more of his member inside her until it reached the hilt.
He moaned in pleasure as her tight pussy was wrapped around his penis. He looked down at her expression and saw that one tear had rolled down her cheek. She looked tired and helpless beneath him as her pussy hugged his cock perfectly. He leaned down and licked the teardrop shamelessly.
The pain continued to pierce through Yn's body. She was whimpering, her eyes closing and her teeth sinking into her lower lip. Her hands had stopped pushing against his chest and she laid them down next to her shoulders. She looked up and realized that their missionary position forced her to stare directly at him. She quickly averted her gaze and looked to the side, not wanting to look at him as he got what he wanted.
She felt his cock twitch and jerk as he leaned closer to her. She looked back up to see him staring down at her with a hungry expression. He began to fuck her like that, deep and slow, taking his time in enjoying the tightness of her pussy. He was thrusting in and out of her extremely slowly, savoring the feeling of her tight cunt around his girth. It was a slow rhythm and he seemed to love the feeling of her tight cunt around his cock.
He groaned in pleasure as her face contorted in pain. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream, and her head was moving back and forth upon each thrust. Her hands lay limply upon the bed as she lay there, taking his thrusts. She felt him pulling her against him with each thrust as he began to pick up his speed bit by bit.
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she continued to whimper in pain. She felt like she was being split in two, and the pain was excruciating.
The Marquis just continued to fuck her, thrusting into her as he leaned down and began to lick and suck on her breasts. His tongue licked over her nipples, gently stimulating them as they hardened. He sucked on them and played with them as he continued to thrust into her in a rhythm that gradually sped up.
Yn let out a loud moan as she felt him continue to trace licking over her nipples. They were hardening under his touch and she was beginning to feel pleasure from his tongue. It felt like the Marquis was doing this to purposefully drive her insane. He continued to toy with her nipples with his mouth.
Her pussy tightened even more as that pleasure from her breasts flowed through her body. She moaned lightly as she experienced a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt overwhelmed by a lot of mixed sensations. It was like pain and pleasure combining into this toxic liquid that surged throughout her body and she couldn't think clearly. She felt like she wanted to take it or run.
The Marquis was groaning in pleasure as he felt the incredible tightness of her pussy. He was driving himself crazy with the pleasure that her pussy provided.
He was patient. Patient enough. He had taken his time to make her his, and now that she was here beneath him, he was going to enjoy it. He was going to fuck her senseless until all she could do was moan. He continued to thrust deep into her pussy, his hips pumping against her soft ass. He thrust forward and pulled out, stretching her pussy with his girth and length. He pushed himself in and out of her, rotating his hips and thrusting strongly into her.
Eventually, his pace became harder and faster. Yn gasped and moaned as he began to thrust in rougher. He raised his upper body, his hands grasped tightly onto her hips and he controlled her hips to his liking. He was pounding into her with force and vigor, and both of their bodies were colliding together. Her pussy felt like it was on fire with the rough fucking he was giving her.
Yn was moaning and staring up at him in shock. She felt it. The tip of his cock rammed against the entrance of her womb repeatedly. It sort of hurt yet pleasurable at the same time. He was filling her up, his cock throbbing within her as he fucked her fast. She could feel his heartbeat inside her and it was racing just as fast as she.
Yn watched as his body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing and his chest rising and falling rapidly. He was fucking her with so much force, so much strength. His large hands held her hips tightly as he slammed into her with ferocity. She felt him pounding his cock into her, his hips colliding with her ass, and her legs around his waist swinging wildly in the air following his movements. He was taking her hard like she was his fucktoy.
She felt his cock hitting the entrance of her womb as he continued to pound into her. She moaned in pleasure despite the mixture of pain and pleasure. She was sweating under him, her pussy walls tightening around his cock as he continued to plow her.
The Marquis was a powerful figure, his body slick with sweat, muscle tensing and bulging as he thrust and pounded into her. His hands grasped fiercely onto her hips, controlling her movements as he dominated her. His hips moved in a rapid rhythm, ramming into her rear with pummeling energy that sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout her body.
There was a mix of pheromones in the air, a musky scent of aroused bodies entwined that filled the room. Yn could smell his sweat, mixed with her own as they moved together and heated up the atmosphere around them.
His grunting and moaning matched hers as they collided together, their genitals slapping together like thunder amidst a violent storm. His breaths were labored as he pushed himself harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin overlapping with his grunts and hers.
Yn bounced up and down the bed as her breasts and the necklace swung wildly with her motion. She moaned, at this point, the pain had subsided as if her pussy had gotten used to the stretch and the violent thrusts of the cock inside her. Her hand was gripping the sheet hard on each side of her head. The way she looked beneath him was exquisite to the Marquis as she let him violate her like a toy.
That's when she realized that he was watching her. He leaned down, placing each forearm of his on each side of her head, and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Yn moaned as his tongue dominated her from the inside. She swore she felt her eyes roll up in pleasure and suffocation upon feeling the Marquis ravish her in two ways - through her wet pussy and her mouth.
He was pounding her pussy roughly in a mating press. Her legs were pressed against her chest by him as he towered over her directly, slamming his cock inside her relentlessly. She moaned with his tongue inside her mouth as she felt his cock pounding against her G-spot, sending pleasurable shocks across her body again and again. She could almost feel his cock throbbing with a rapid beat within her.
The Marquis felt her pussy tighten around his cock, knowing she was nearing her climax. For Yn, it was all too much for her as she felt her body heating up even more. She couldn't take it anymore and she felt a burst of pleasure build up within her body, her gushing pussy walls gripping his cock tightly.
She suddenly tensed up in the mating press, her moans were muffled by his mouth and tongue, as she climaxed beneath him. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock over and over again.
However, the Marquis did not stop there, despite knowing she was orgasming within his hold, as he continued to ram his cock into her with brutal force. Yn was dumbfounded that he wasn't stopping and she felt so overstimulated and oversensitive since she was still climaxing.
She cried out as she struggled beneath him, attempting to dislodge his cock and flee from the mating press she was pushed in, "Stop! Pull out! I'm still...!"
But the Marquis did not stop. He ignored her cries as he continued to fuck her with force as she thrashed and cried beneath him. He felt the grip of her pussy tighten around his cock, feeling her vagina squirt juices all over his shaft and balls as her cunt continued to spasm and convulse around his cock. He smirked and continued to fuck her, knowing full well about the explosions her female body could muster.
His cock continued to pound against her G-spot, overloading her senses and overwhelming her mind. It almost felt like she was on the verge of passing out from all the pleasure and pain in her body. She kept struggling in vain to get him off her, but he was too strong, her body was weak and feeble compared to his.
That's when she experienced her second orgasm, a powerful and strong wave of bliss and pleasure coursed through her body, exploding from her pussy and spreading throughout her entire body. She screamed and her eyes were rolling up as she experienced a powerful one. Her body was trembling and twitching under the Marquis' hold. Her pussy spasmed tightly around his cock with such intensity and power that she swore she saw stars.
But the Marquis wasn't done yet. He fucked her with her pussy juices lubricating his cock, thrusting deeper and harder into her with each thrust. His cock was overstimulated by her second orgasm and she felt the man's cock twitch and pulse clearly inside her pussy walls.
Despite the hazy cloud of the climax, the realization fell upon her like bricks as she understood what was going to happen soon. She immediately yelled, pushing against his chest yet again, "Pull out! Don't cum inside!"
But all her attempts at fighting him were in vain. He was too strong and she was too weak. He didn't stop or pull out despite her pleas and cries as he continued pounding his cock into her harshly. She weakly tried to push against his chest while feeling the way his cock rammed in and out of her squelching pussy.
The Marquis grabbed the hands that were attempting to push him and pinned them against the bed on each side of her head, rendering her helpless. She weakly struggled, but he ignored her and slammed his cock against her g-spot. His grip on her wrists was too tight and she was too weak to fight him.
Suddenly, the Marquis slammed hard and stopped deep within her. He groaned loudly as he pressed more into her. That's when she felt it. Yn cried out; her entire body shaking as he climaxed within her. His cock twitched and pulsed as he shot his seed into her womb. She felt the hot seed coat her womb and fill her like hot water filled a glass.
She cried out in despair as she felt his seed fill her completely. Her pussy spasmed around his cock as her body continued to convulse as she was still climaxing. She didn't know why she was still climaxing, but she felt like her entire body was on fire and she was filled with ecstasy.
"No!" she cried out, "No! Pull out! Pull out! Please!"
But that only spurred the Marquis on. He groaned again, this time releasing her wrists and gripping her hips tightly, pulling her deep against him as he emptied his hot seed deep within her womb. He grunted as he continued to come in her warm and tight pussy. He filled her pussy up to the brim and kept shooting into her.
She felt his hot cum fill her pussy, gushing into her and painting her womb white. The male finally stopped cumming after a few more shots within her. He pushed himself off her with his cock still firmly embedded within her pussy. He sat in between her legs and looked at the woman he had taken. He looked at her with a sinister and satisfied smile.
She turned her head away from him and felt tears building up in her eyes. She clenched her pussy tightly around his cock in an attempt to get him to pull out. But the Marquis gripped her thighs tightly, still embedded deeply in her pussy, keeping her legs spread. It's like he was keeping his cum inside her.
He finally pulled out after a long time with a loud wet noise, leaving her gaping pussy open and exposed. Her legs remained spread wide before him. He smirked as he took in the sight of her trembling pussy, still twitching gently. Soon enough, his sperm dribbled out of her hole. Her pussy and her inner thighs were coated with blood since he had plucked her virginity. Her juices were also dripping out of her used pussy, a mixture of hers and his seed.
Yn trembled, her body still convulsing lightly as she was still coming down from her climax. She glanced to see that the Frenchman was still gazing at her abused pussy and she looked away, feeling humiliated enough. She did not see that the Marquis was stroking his drenched cock.
She looked to the side, looking at a window that revealed how dark it was outside. She began to wonder what time it was and remembered about Sydney. She thought about that little girl being taken care of by Barbara at the moment and she should come home by then.
She was about to get up and search for her dress when the Marquis suddenly turned her around in bed. She was on her stomach when she made a noise of confusion. The man behind then mounted on her thighs, leaned on her ear, and said huskily, "We are not done yet."
She gasped as she felt his warm flesh pressed up against her rear, feeling his hot cock head pushing against her pussy again. He was still hard as he pushed his cock head against her womanhood. She moaned in protest and tried to move away.
He managed to enter her wet and warm pussy again before he plunged in deep. Yn tried to push herself up with her arms but he leaned into her, holding her down with his body weight. The Marquis moved to her ear and whispered, "I'm not satisfied with you yet."
He simply held her down by the hips and started to thrust into her wet pussy. The mix of his semen and her juices served as a lubricant for his cock and thus creating squelching noises each time he thrust in.
He continued to pound into her as he placed his hands on her waist, controlling her movements to his liking again as he fucked her. He grunted in satisfaction, his balls slapping against her cum-filled pussy as he used her.
Yn, on the other hand, could only lie there helplessly, her eyes closed as she tried to cope with the pleasure and the pain. She was still feeling slightly sensitive from her last orgasm and his large cock was continuing to inch into her sore pussy. She gasped a few times as he continued to slam into her, bending her body over the bed.
She cried out and groaned as he continued to thrust into her helpless and abused pussy. She could feel his cock slam against her cervix and hit that sensitive area within her body. The semen inside her was sloshing around his invasive cock. Her pussy was sore, but somehow the Marquis was still able to build up an orgasm for her.
The Marquis suddenly stopped and pulled out completely. Yn was about to look over her shoulder when he grasped her hips and lifted it up with his strength until her knees held themselves on the bed. Yn was left in the position where his upper body fully rested upon the sheet while her butt was raised in the air.
The man behind her then held her hips and rammed his cock back inside. Yn gasped from the intrusion as she felt his balls slapping against her again. He started ramming himself into her with deep and fast thrusts and she could feel his cock pushing against her cum-filled womb with each thrust. She felt her cunt stretch to the limit as his large cock kept slamming into her.
Her moans and his grunts ricocheted off the walls of the room, punctuated by the wet squelching of their juices and the slapping sound of his flesh against hers. His deep and fast thrusts reverberated through her body, every movement sending pleasure and pain mixed together in a potent cocktail. There were no pauses, just an unstoppable rhythm as she felt herself being pushed ever closer to the edge as he fucked and used her like she was his cum-dumpster.
She could feel his cock slam against her cervix repeatedly again and it wasn't even a minute when she felt an orgasm building up in her pussy. She cried out in pleasure and tried to escape but the Marquis held her down tightly.
"No! P-Please! No!" she screamed as she was pinned to the bed by one of his hands on her back.
The Marquis groaned and pounded into her again and again as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Yn screamed into the sheets as another orgasm exploded from her bottom, causing her to tremble violently beneath him. Her pussy lips were spread open due to the deep thrusts and she could feel her juices squirting out, drenching his cock and crotch.
Her orgasm seemed to spur him on as he thrust even harder. He finally let out a loud groan and came again as he continued to thrust into her, albeit this time sloppily. His cock was pulsing inside her with his orgasm as he delivered a few final thrusts into her vagina. His cum flooded her even more than before as most of his semen from the previous round was still inside her.
The Marquis continued to pin her on the bed until they were both spent and exhausted. Soon enough, he pulled out of her flooded pussy and she felt a gush of cum flowing from her abused pussy. She could feel it running down her thighs and for her, it felt so sinful. She had never thought she would lose her virginity like this - so violent yet pleasurable.
Feeling utterly exhausted, her knees collapsed and she dropped her hips onto the bed, the motion caused the juices inside her to spill more onto her inner thigh and bedsheet. That's when she felt hands pulling her. The Marquis, who was lying on the bed next to her, grabbed her closer to his chest, his arms wrapped around her waist and her head was tucked under his chin. The both of them were facing one another and both were completely worn out and sleepy.
"Vincent..."
Yn forced her eyes open, staring at the skin on his neck, and wondered what he meant by that.
As if sensing her bewilderment despite not looking at her face, he drawled out more with his eyes closed, "Vincent Bisset de Gramont... my name..."
Yn did not respond as she stared ahead into space. She wanted nothing more than to get up and run off, but after having two rounds of being fucked like a breeding toy, she also wanted to sleep right then and there. She was still feeling the effects of her multiple orgasms and she wondered if she'll ever be able to walk again.
But, she thought: If the Marquis honor her words and give her 50 thousand dollars as promised, then she would have more than enough money to pay for her mother's hospital treatments. The remaining money would be saved and used for her family's future.
She could finally quit her job at the casino after this and never have to lay eyes on the Marquis again.
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Yn returned to the casino the next evening for work while she made sure to avoid the Marquis de Gramont at all costs. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message.
The next day, all Yn could think about was the Marquis and how she was going to face him in the casino that evening. She spent the day trying to distract herself by taking care of Sydney and her morning shift at the cafe, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the man who had left her shaken and vulnerable the night before.
She found herself unable to fully focus at work at the cafe, daydreaming at times, and even made a couple of minor mistakes which was unlike her since she deemed herself a pro at being a waitress there. It even got the attention of her fellow coworkers.
"Hey," Edric approached her at the counter, concern written all over his face, "You okay?"
Yn faked a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay!"
However, exhaustion took a toll on her and her smile gradually faded right in front of Edric. She cast her head down, staring into space below her, before she shook her head gloomily, "Umm... no. I'm... a bit stressed."
Edric frowned and said, "Then take a break. I'll cover you as the cashier."
"But the boss is watching," murmured Yn as she faced the cashier, seeing that some of the customers were getting up from their tables.
The man beside her whispered, "Then just stand next to me. I will cover you."
Edric suddenly pushed her gently to the side and manned the cashier. Yn was stunned and observed him handling the customers paying their bills. She finally acquiesced and stood beside him, watching how he interacted with each customer with ease and charm, making them feel welcomed and valued.
After some time, the cafe slowed down, and Edric approached Yn - who was sitting at a table - with a warm smile and a cup of coffee.
"Here, drink this," he said gently, handing her the cup, "You seem like you could use a pick-me-up."
Yn took a sip of the coffee, savoring the taste and the warmth. She felt more relaxed already.
"Thank you," she said gratefully, looking up at Edric with a smile.
Edric smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome."
He quickly dragged a chair away from the table and sat down in front of her. He grabbed his tea and took a gulp right away, slightly fidgeting in her presence. Yn took another sip of the coffee, savoring the delectable flavor he had crafted as a barista in the cafe.
Yn sat quietly, savoring the hot drink and letting the warmth fill her. She looked up at Edric who was apparently studying her. She noticed the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his hands fumbled nervously upon being caught staring before he took a sip of tea. A thought entered her mind and she considered the possibility that Edric, as a man, could understand the Marquis and his behavior better than she could.
Taking a deep breath, Yn decided to do it. She leaned forward slightly and spoke in a hushed tone, making sure no one else could overhear their conversation.
"Edric, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice low and filled with concern.
Edric nodded, his eyes focused on her, his brows furrowed in anticipation, "Sure. What is it?"
Yn hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts, before she revealed, "It's about this man, someone I work with in the evening... He... he seems fixated on me."
Edric raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Fixated? What do you mean?"
Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. He approached me and... it felt overwhelming, almost predatory. I felt trapped... like I was being hunted, and I did not want anything to do with him."
The barista's expression grew serious as he listened intently. He leaned in a little closer, his voice gentle and reassuring as he said, "Yn, it sounds like he has bad intentions. It's like he wants to assert some kind of power over you, to make you feel vulnerable. You didn't give him any sign that you are interested...?"
"No," Yn immediately shook her hand, "I did not, at all."
Edric nodded and added, "Maybe he sees it as a challenge. Some men enjoy the chase. You know, the feeling of conquering someone who is unattainable. It can be an ego boost for them when they get it."
Yn furrowed her brows, trying to process Edric's words. The idea that the Marquis might view her as a conquest didn't sit well with her. It only reinforced her decision to keep her distance and protect herself.
"And he probably thought you were playing hard to get. Playing hard to get can sometimes attract certain men," Edric continued, "They're drawn to you as you keep refusing them over and over again. Then they see it as a game."
Yn pondered his words, trying to make sense of them in the context of her own experience. She remembered how the Marquis had circled her, his intense gaze locked on her as if she was a prize to be won.
Yn's brows furrowed as she absorbed Edric's words. "But why me? I haven't done anything to warrant that kind of attention."
Edric offered a sympathetic smile. "Probably what you normally do. Perhaps he sees something in you that intrigues him, something he wants to uncover or possess. And when you don't respond back to his charms, he is intrigued. Some men, especially those with power and influence, are attracted to that. Like, imagine a man being so powerful, rich, and influential, all girls worship his feet, and then he sees one girl who is not. He will keep his eyes on her and wonders why she isn't crazy about him and his wealth. That's how you get that man's attention."
Yn pondered Edric's words, the pieces slowly falling into place. She realized that the Marquis might be one of those men, drawn to the chase and the allure of capturing someone who seemed unattainable.
"What should I do?" Yn whispered, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach.
Edric took a deep breath, then leaned forward, "My advice to you... is to be cautious and protect yourself. Don't give him any reason to believe that you're interested in him. If he tries to pursue you again, make it clear that you're not interested. And if he persists, then it might be time to take it up with your supervisor or someone in a higher position."
Yn restrained herself from disclosing that the man who probably saw her as a conquest was the big boss of the casino and someone of the highest position. Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Thanks, Edric."
Edric smiled, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity, "You're welcome, Yn. If this guy bothers you again, tell me, okay?"
"Okay," she responded with a small smile as she found herself hoping that the Marquis would not bother her again.
As she got up to leave, Edric stood up with her and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Take care of yourself, Yn," he said before turning back to his station at the cafe.
As Yn walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling in her stomach.
As the sun began to set, Yn's anxiety peaked. She knew she had to go to work, but the mere thought of facing the Marquis again made her stomach churn. However, she reminded herself of her plan – stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift.
Taking a deep breath, Yn left her apartment, boarded the bus, and walked towards the casino. The evening air was crisp and cool, and she hugged her coat tight around her frame. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach.
As she entered the casino, Yn tried to put up a smile and greeted back her coworkers. She made her way to the changing room and quickly changed into her uniform, her hands shaking slightly.
Yn took a moment to compose herself, reminding herself of her plan again - stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift. Once dressed, she stepped out of the changing room and made her way to her assigned area on the casino floor.
As she walked through the bustling space, Yn couldn't help but feel the weight of the Marquis's presence in the room. She kept her head down, trying to blend into the background, and focused on her responsibilities. Every now and then, she caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, but she made a conscious effort to avoid direct interaction.
Throughout the evening, Yn found herself constantly on edge, aware of the Marquis's proximity. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she could feel his gaze piercing through her. The tension between them was palpable, and it only added to the overwhelming atmosphere of the casino.
Yn couldn't help but notice the Marquis's presence lingering in the periphery. She caught glimpses of him from the corner of her eye, his tall figure moving gracefully through the crowd. Each time he entered her line of sight, her fear spiked, and she could feel the tension and unease building within her.
Despite her best efforts, Yn found it increasingly difficult to hide from the Marquis. He seemed to be aware of her presence, always observing her from afar. His piercing gaze followed her as she moved about the casino floor, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable.
Yn diligently carried out her duties, trying to distract herself from the unnerving presence of the Marquis. She interacted with the patrons, exchanged pleasantries, and ensured their needs were met. However, no matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, the Marquis's gaze lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate.
At one point, while she was attending to a group of guests at a roulette table, Yn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her head and saw the Marquis standing at a distance, watching her intently. His eyes bore into hers, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She quickly averted her gaze and focused on her work, but the encounter left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
As the night progressed, Yn couldn't escape the feeling that the Marquis was attempting to corner her, and he did not bother to hide it. He seemed to always be one step behind her, his presence lurking in her periphery. She felt his gaze on her back, his eyes burning into her, and it made her skin crawl.
As the evening wore on, Yn's anxiety grew with each passing minute. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message from Mr. Malone, the former owner of the casino.
[Mr. Malone: Where is Amelia?]
Yn was also clueless as to where her fellow colleague was. She was about to look for Emma when her phone chimed in.
[Mr. Malone: Meet me in the office now.]
Yn's heart sank as she read the message. She knew that Mr. Malone was not the type to call her into his office for a casual chat. Her mind raced with possibilities of what the managing director could say to her regarding Amelia.
With trembling hands, Yn quickly looked for Emma. Once she spotted her, Yn immediately reached her side and whispered, "Where is Amy?"
Emma seemed startled by the sudden whisper beside her. She glanced at Yn and replied in a hush, "She texted me saying she could not make it again today."
Yn nodded and walked away, leaving Emma in confusion. The former then hastily made her way to Mr. Malone's office. As she walked, she could feel the weight of the Marquis's presence behind her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape the suffocating feeling of his gaze on her back.
When she arrived at the office, Mr. Malone was already there, tapping his foot impatiently. He whipped around to face her and immediately asked in a reprimanding tone, "Yn, where is Amelia? She was absent last night and did not tell me why!"
Yn knew that she had to tread carefully with her words. She took a deep breath and responded, "I'm sorry on behalf of Amelia, sir. She was sick and couldn't make it to work."
Mr. Malone's face contorted with anger. He chided, "That is unacceptable! She should have told me about her absence!"
Yn felt her heart racing, and she desperately tried to calm herself down. She knew that Mr. Malone could be unpredictable, and she didn't want to make things worse. She took a step forward and said, "I will inform her that, sir. Respectfully, she did seem sick last time and need to rest well before returning to work."
"Well, respectfully," Mr. Malone responded with a sarcastic note, "She did not seem unwell last time I saw her. She laughed and mocked the Marquis' comment about art. I simply dismissed her and have not yet scolded her for that yet and she's already sick?"
Yn's heart sank further at Mr. Malone's words. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a response that would appease Mr. Malone and save Amelia at the same time. She stuttered out a response, "I'm sorry for her, sir. I can guarantee you that Amelia is truly ill and didn't mean any disrespect towards the Marquis. I will speak with her about it and ensure it does not happen again."
Mr. Malone glared at her, his eyes narrowing. Yn could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on her. She waited anxiously for his response, unsure of what he would say next.
Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the Marquis entered, towering over both Yn and Mr. Malone. His presence sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a deep discomfort being near him. Not to mention that it did seem like he was following her here.
The Marquis de Gramont, the new owner of the casino, stood by Yn's side with his hands inside his pocket. Mr. Malone had already risen from his seat, utterly dumbstruck to see the Frenchman barge into his office out of the blue.
The office was silent as the Marquis glanced at them both before he asked with his thick French accent, "Is there any problem?"
Yn felt her heart race as she was glued to the spot, standing beside the Marquis. His towering figure and the way he held himself with such authority sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in his presence as if he could see right through her.
Mr. Malone stuttered slightly but quickly regained his composure. "No, no problem at all, sir. We were just discussing the absence of one of our employees."
The Marquis raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over to Yn.
"I see," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And who is this employee?"
Yn swallowed hard as Mr. Malone answered, "Her name is Amelia. If you can recall, it's the bunny-girl who was first assigned to be your night companion on your first visit here."
The Marquis' mouth opened in understanding and realization. He obviously recognized which one she was and he pointed out, "Oh. The girl who scoffed at me?"
Yn felt her heart sink as the Marquis' words confirmed her fears. She knew that Amelia had made a grave mistake by disrespecting the Marquis and his comment on art, but she also knew that the girl was genuinely sorry for her actions.
Mr. Malone hung his head in shame and disappointment as he confirmed, "Yes, it was her, sir."
The Marquis looked at the male before him before asking, "How long has she been absent?"
"Two days," replied the managing director, "Ever since she disrespected you, sir. She was absent from work last night without prior notice or explanation, and tonight as well."
The Frenchman harrumphed, nodding his head subtly as if he was registering the issue, before speaking in a casual and indifferent tone, "Fire her."
Yn felt her heart drop as she heard the Marquis' words. She knew that if Amelia was fired, that poor girl would be devastated. She needed to come up with a way to save Amelia's job right then and there. She bit her lip as she anxiously pondered for a way to save her friend's job, her stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Amelia's pain.
She looked up at the tall Frenchman with a sad frown on her eyebrows and spoke up, "Sir, if I may, perhaps we can give her a warning instead. She has been a diligent and hardworking employee before this incident, and I believe that she deserves a second chance."
The Marquis turned his attention to Yn, his piercing gaze making her feel even more exposed. She held her breath, waiting for his response.
The Marquis stared at Yn for a moment, a sly smile playing on his lips. He found her determination to save her friend's job intriguing, and a thought crossed his mind.
"A second chance…" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I am not a fan of second chances. They are a refuge for failures."
Yn's heart sank further at his words. She knew convincing the Marquis would be a difficult task, but she couldn't give up. Amelia's livelihood was at stake, and she couldn't bear the thought of her friend losing her job over a single and tiny mistake. Now that she mulled over it, it did seem unfair.
With a frown on her face, Yn met the Marquis' gaze and replied, "Everyone makes mistakes, sir. And through them, we can truly grow and learn. I believe in giving people the opportunity to improve themselves."
The Marquis towered over Yn in close proximity, his piercing gaze fixated on her. His smirk was filled with amusement as he evaluated her determination to save Amelia's job. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her wide doe eyes and her small figure next to his tall frame, looking up at him so innocently.
"You are quite persuasive. Very well, Yn," the Marquis said, his voice low and velvety, "I will grant your request. But I expect something in return."
Yn's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the Marquis warily, her pulse pounding in her ears like an ominous drumbeat. With every beat of her heart, she knew the risk of dealing with him could have drastic repercussions, but her determination to save Amelia's job drove her forward. She steeled herself and reluctantly nodded, making a silent prayer that this was not a decision she would regret.
The Marquis, upon seeing her nod her head to him, smiled cunningly and cast a side-eye glance at Mr. Malone who was quietly watching them. The Frenchman then nodded his head to the side, towards the door. The managing director immediately understood and walked off, exiting the office and leaving Yn with the man who had been attempting to corner her the whole evening.
Yn felt a pang of fear as she realized she was alone with the Marquis. She knew that being alone with him was dangerous, but she had come too far to back out now. The plan which she had repeated to herself since the start of the evening was quickly discarded in her head. She took a deep shaky breath and asked meekly, "What would you like in return, sir?"
The Marquis stepped closer to her, reducing more distance between them, until he was leaning near her hair and could smell the fragrance of her locks. Yn squirmed under his gaze and next to his tall frame as she awaited his offer.
He suddenly whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Yn's spine, "You. You will accompany me to a private dinner tomorrow evening. Just the two of us. If the evening goes well, and you manage to satisfy me, your friend will be given a second chance."
Yn's eyes widened in shock as the Marquis' words sunk in. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, her body tense and ready to flee as she contemplated his offer. She had not expected such a request, and her mind raced with fear and confusion. She knew that accepting his offer would come at a great cost, but she could not let Amelia lose her job. Swallowing her fear, she forced a nod of her head as she tore her gaze away from the man and looked down.
"Okay..." her voice was soft and timid, evidently revealing how reluctant she was.
The Marquis smirked at her reply, his eyes flickering with amusement. Then he whispered, "Excellent."
However, despite striking a bargain with him, the Marquis did not step away from her. He still towered over her, letting his height suck away her confidence and leaving her feeling vulnerable. Yn's heart raced with terror as she felt the Marquis' warm breath on her neck. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, causing Yn to flinch at his touch.
The Marquis noticed her reaction and chuckled to himself. He knew the power he held over her and used it to his advantage. He cherished the power imbalance between them. It made him feel powerful, in control, and dominant, something he craved in all areas of his life. He wanted to see how far he could push her.
Yn felt his hand linger on her cheek and her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to escape from his presence, but her determination to save Amelia's job kept her rooted in place.
She was wondering why the hell he hadn't moved away since a deal had been made, when the Marquis spoke up, "For tonight, however, to justify your friend's action, a kiss is sufficient."
Yn's eyes widened in shock at the Marquis' words, and she took a step back from him. She immediately queried, "What? I thought our deal is a dinner tomorrow evening!"
"That remains," replied the Marquis who stepped closer to her and bent down till his face was right in front of hers by inches. He added, "Your friend has made two mistakes. One, she laughed at me. Two, she was absent from work without telling Malone. Both mistakes deserve punishment. Each has its own consequences."
Yn's mind was reeling from the twist the Marquis made. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him in horror. The Frenchman continued with a grin, "You are so kind, ma lapine. So noble. You are eager to take on the consequences on behalf of your friend. I like that. So you have to do two things for me for her mistakes and to give her a second chance. One, a kiss tonight until I'm satisfied. Two, a private dinner tomorrow."
Yn's heart sank as she realized the true nature of the Marquis' intentions. He could twist anything and any words to his liking and for his own selfish desires. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She was desperate to save her friend's job, but the thought of kissing this man made her feel sick to her stomach.
She tried to reason with him, "But sir, that is too much."
The Marquis shook his head, "A kiss is the only thing that will suffice. I have made up my mind on this matter."
Yn knew that there was no room for negotiation. She had to do this if she wanted to save Amelia's job. She was already stuck in a situation where she had to pay a heavy price for her friend's tiny mistakes. If Mr. Malone handle this, all he would do was just a warning to Amelia and that's all. But the Marquis twisted everything to make it seem worse.
She knew that she was trapped, caught in the spider's web and there was no way out. She had to make a difficult decision and it pained her to do so. Yn took a deep breath, summoning all the tiny courage she had left in her, and said in a quivering voice, "Okay... but please... please give me your words you wouldn't fire her after this deal."
The Marquis leaned closer to her and whispered, "I give you my word. Your friend shall keep her job, provided you satisfy me tonight and tomorrow evening."
Yn nodded, her eyes lowering in submission. She had no other choice but to agree to the Marquis' demands. She felt disgusted by what she had to do, but she had gone too far already, and she did promise to Amelia to ensure she was not fired.
The Marquis stayed close to her, his arrogant smirk still present on his face as he watched Yn's reaction. He knew that he had won the power struggle and was eager to taste the fruits of his victory.
The Marquis stepped closer to her once more, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Yn froze in an instant as she realized that he was acting upon the deal already. She felt his fingers glide down her cheek and then his thumb brushing over her lower lip. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her ears.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried to convince herself that it was just a kiss, but the Marquis made it clear that it wouldn't be just a peck on the cheek.
For a moment, Yn considered backing out, but she knew that the Marquis wouldn't hesitate to fire Amelia if she did since a deal had been secured. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come.
The Marquis leaned in closer, and Yn could feel his lips brushing against hers. She could taste his arrogance and dominance on his lips as he pressed them harder against hers. He locked lips with hers, pressing his mouth over and over again as she remained a doll in his grasp. And the Frenchman eventually noticed this.
"If you think being a dead fish would satisfy me, you are dead wrong," the Marquis muttered against her lips, "Remember, satisfy me... or this deal is off."
Yn's eyes snapped open, and she realized that she had to put in some effort to please the Marquis. She hesitantly began to respond, her lips pressing against his with more pressure. His lips curled into a devilish smirk and he responded back eagerly, sucking her mouth sinfully that it sent chills up her spine.
She could feel a spark of electricity that sent shivers down her spine, the warm energy of his breath passing over her skin. His lips moved over hers, gently at first before becoming more insistent and urgent, as they moved hungrily against her.
Yn could hear the low hum of pleasure that emanated from the Marquis as he responded eagerly to her hesitant touch. His lips enfolded hers in an almost intoxicating way that made her heart beat faster.
Yn could feel the Marquis’ soft but firm lips against hers, and the warmth of his skin as he pulled her closer. His hands were strong and possessive as they moved to either side of her head, drawing her in further to deepen the kiss.
When his tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance, she immediately felt so overwhelmed that she felt like she had to break it off and get a grip. She tried to pull away, but the Marquis held her tightly in place. Feeling his lock on her whole body, she took a step back from him, disentangling her mouth from his, and was about to verbally stop him. However, before she could utter a word, the Marquis slammed his lips back on hers.
Yn's body stiffened at the sudden contact and she tried to push him away, but the Marquis' arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. His kiss was forceful, his tongue sliding past her gaping lips, invading her. She tried to resist and push him away by pushing against his chest, but the Marquis was too forceful, overpowering her with his passion.
She eventually dropped her hands and parted her lips wider, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue freely. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue reaching far deeper into her mouth. His grip on her tightened as his tongue explored eagerly and commandingly, tasting her and dominating her in every way. It pushed against hers deeply in an almost violent way. Yn felt disgusted by the way he was taking advantage of her, but she didn't have the strength to push him away.
Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss, creating filthy smacking sounds as their mouths moved together. His breathing was heavy as he kissed her, a low growl in his throat that held a warning. As he moved his tongue around inside her mouth, Yn could hear the soft slurping sound it made as it tasted her. His breath was hot against her face, his tongue urging her to open up more and submit to him.
The Marquis held Yn tightly in place with his hands around her waist, as he explored her mouth aggressively. As the kiss deepened, Yn felt the Marquis' hands moving down her body, his fingers tracing over her curves and her revealing bunny costume. She shuddered at his touch, but she knew that she had to allow him to do whatever he wanted if she wanted to save Amelia's job.
She waited for him to break the kiss and conclude the first deal, but he continued to nip at her lower lip and explore her mouth. Yn felt his hands move from her waist to the back of her head to push her deeper against him. He continued to kiss her sinfully and erotically, running his hands through her hair and then down her back. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the full extent of his body against her.
As the Frenchman kissed her, he trailed his hands up her body, tracing over her curves. His touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to ponder that this was going way further than the deal but he did specify to satisfy him. Despite this, it didn't make it any easier for her to have his hands all over her body, as they slid all over her body, exploring her figure. His hand continued to roam over her body, his fingers tracing over her curves.
Goosebumps rose up all over Yn's flesh as his fingers moved over her, sending sensual tingles down her body, and she shuddered in response to his touch.
She tried to resist, but the Marquis gripped her tighter in his arms, his hands moving all over her body. They moved over her waist, before sliding up her chest. Yn trembled under his touch, before moving her hands up to press against his chest, attempting to push him away.
However, the Marquis did not relent. Instead, while kissing her vigorously and with an exploring tongue, he pushed away her hands and ended up grasping one of her breasts. His skin touched hers since the seductive bunny costume didn't cover the entirety of her chest, and revealed a lot of her cleavage. It startled her and caused her to gasp loudly.
With renewed strength due to her shock, she shoved him away forcefully, making him stumble back before he regained his footing. Yn immediately stepped rearward, creating a safe distance between them, as she breathed loudly in the quiet room.
The Marquis appeared flabbergasted and as if he had snapped out of a trance. His eyes locked on her, intense and burning, as he opened his mouth and brought his tongue to the corner of his lips, tasting the lingering warm sensation of their kiss seconds ago.
A smirk curled his lipstick-stained lips. It made him seem like he was satisfied yet he was still plotting his next move to control and dominate her more. The eerie sensation of his eyes staring at her caused her to shudder and his dark gaze moved up and down her body clad in the bunny costume.
"I look forward to our evening together, ma lapine," said the smug Marquis, his voice was husky and breathy due to the intense kissing session, "Tomorrow evening, come here one hour earlier than usual. I will pick you up and we will do the second deal. You may go home now."
With that, Yn rushed off to the exit with her lips swollen and red in color. The Marquis looked on as she rushed out of the room. He sucked his tongue lightly in between his lips, licking off the last of the deep burgundy lipstick that stained his lips.
Thinking about her, the Marquis chuckled evilly. Satisfaction radiated from his relaxed posture and his eyes twinkled brightly from the pleasure he had received. He was eager to have Yn again and he knew that he would savor every last moment of it.
Yn felt disgusted and upset as she stood alone in the staff's female washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw that the lipstick on her lips was indeed messy across her chin and philtrum. She quickly grabbed several tissues and wiped them clean, discarding any evidence that could indicate she had make-out with someone. If Mr. Malone sees her in such a state, he would put two and two together.
She wasted no time and immediately gathered her belongings. She left the casino in a hurry, not stopping to say goodbye to her colleagues or even notify Mr. Malone. She could only hope the Marquis was being truthful and would tell the managing director about him allowing her to go home early.
Without hesitation, she hopped on a bus and made her way back home. While sitting in the vehicle, she continually dabbed at her dry lips with a tissue as if she could still feel the Marquis’ passionate kiss lingering on them.
Yn fidgeted around with her fingers as she stared out the window. She focused on the sound of the vehicle as it grumbled and bumped downwards as it drove following its route, bringing her closer to her humble abode.
That's when she remembered her sick mother in the hospital. She tore her gaze away from the window and cast her eyes downward, staring at her lap, as she contemplated how her life come to this. She took the bunny-girl job in the casino as a quick way to earn money for her mother's hospital treatment. However, tonight took a nasty turn and she had to strike a bargain with a man who clearly took advantage of her and the situation with Amelia.
That was when she remembered that new girl. Yn quickly fetched out her phone and texted her.
[Me: Amy, are you coming to work tomorrow?]
In five minutes, Amelia read her message and replied:
[Amy: Maybe. I'm scared to come back.]
Yn pondered after reading through Amelia's message. She had a feeling that if Amelia goes absent again tomorrow, Yn will be scolded and the Marquis will take that chance again to his liking. As much as she wanted Amelia to rest up, the latter must come back to work.
[Me: Amy, you have to come to work tomorrow. Mr. Malone had been asking about you.]
[Amy: Oh no...]
[Me: You have to come back and explain everything to Mr. Malone.]
[Amy: But I'm scared of getting fired.]
[Me: Don't worry about that. I did my best to persuade him just now. Come to work tomorrow, okay?]
[Amy: Okay... thanks, Yn.]
With that done, Yn leaned her head back in the bus seat and sighed heavily, her mind suddenly filled with dread at the thought of her impending dinner date with the Marquis de Gramont.
Meanwhile, the Marquis de Gramont sat in his office, with one of his legs rested atop the other, as he ran through the steamy event that had transpired moments ago in his head. The memory of Yn's innocent expression caused his lips to curl upwards into a smirk.
She looked so stunning and tempting in her bunny costume, he decided. Her plump lips were so tasty, they were like the finest of wines and her skin was so soft that it felt like silk. He had to taste her. He couldn't resist. She was a delicious little lapine that he found irresistible.
He could already tell she was worth the chase when he first tasted her. The Marquis smiled in pleasure as he imagined the ways he would take Yn. All of them would be pleasurable and painful in all the right ways.
The Marquis was determined that the first time he will have her, she would be screaming in either ecstasy or pain. He would take the upcoming private dinner as a golden opportunity to execute his plan. He would make Yn his, and she will only be his.
He couldn't wait.
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