Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Five years later...

People just don't know their limits, do they? I communicate my needs and wants politely, yet some still insist on crossing the line I drew.

Infuriating.

"P-Please stop!" screamed the man in front of me, his face twisted in agony. "F-Fucking stop!"

I'd booked this room at this expensive hotel and even ordered some toys and handcuffs for my own enjoyment. But I quickly realized that those toys could serve... alternative purposes. It was such a joy seeing him squirm beneath me, his hands and feet tied securely to the corners of the bed.

I felt invincible-his feeble little self, nothing more than a toy for me to play with.

"W-What are you doing? P-Please, no! Ahhh!"

No matter how many times he pleaded, I wasn't stopping. His screams, his desperate pleas-they fueled me. They made me feel powerful.

The man's name was Henry-a handsome guy I'd met at the bar. He looked like someone I could toy with, so I brought him back to my room.

I'd proposed a deal: he could pleasure me with the toys I had, and in exchange, I'd give him a handjob. He agreed without hesitation.

But, of course, he had other plans. Plans I saw through instantly.

"Why would I stop?" I asked, mocking him. "You said you wanted to be pleasured, didn't you? That's why you tried to shove your dick inside me."

I enjoy being pleasured, sure-but only with toys. It's pathetic doing it alone sometimes, so I'd wanted a partner to help. But I'd made it clear that no one was allowed to actually fuck me. Ever. And this man dared to cross the line.

"You're not enjoying this?" I sneered, pressing my foot down on his manhood again. "I can barely feel it. How disappointing."

I laughed hysterically as I toyed with him, moving my foot over his tiny cock. Turns out, his bravado was bigger than anything else about him.

"Are you really thinking of pleasuring me with this?" I asked, removing my foot from his groin.

I climbed off the bed and sat at its edge. I squeezed his cock tight. He writhed and cursed at me, as if his insults could free him from his restraints. Pathetic.

"Well, what do you know? A banana I had for breakfast was bigger than this," I taunted.

As I moved my hand up and down, his pathetic moans and groans filled the room. A mix of pain and shame painted his face bright red, his ears burning.

I could see blood under my nails-such a fascinating sight.

"This is your punishment," I said coldly. "Enjoy the pain, baby."

Releasing him, I stepped back, glaring at his pitiful state. Even now, he was still erect, even though blood was pooling around him.

I turned to my bodyguard, raising my hand. "Where's my gun?"

One of them hesitated, stepping back before handing it over. His disgust mirrored my own, and I couldn't help but chuckle at their reaction.

As he handed me the gun, I paused. "Wait. Let me wash my hands first. I wouldn't want my gun to smell like dick."

The guards laughed at my remark, though they all knew better than to think this was just a joke.

I walked to the bathroom and washed my hands, watching the water swirl away the blood. It felt almost therapeutic, as if the anger and disgust were washing away with it.

But when I stepped out, that idiot Henry was still screaming.

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"You're just like every other whore out there!" he yelled, venom dripping from his words.

"Oh, really? That's the best insult you've got?" I chuckled mockingly as I walked toward him. My gun felt heavy in my hand, almost as if it was begging me to use it.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. I'll just make sure your 'friend' down there suffers a little more."

I pulled the trigger.

His screams echoed through the room, blood splattering everywhere-even on me.

Damn it. I should've stepped back.

With frustration boiling over, I stormed out of the room, ignoring the blood staining my shirt and face. All I wanted now was to head back to the hideout and let off some steam. If I stayed any longer, I might lose control and put a bullet in his skull.

Damn fool. Why does he even have a brain if he doesn't know how to use it?This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Ma'am, aren't you going to-"

"Clean that fucking mess," I cut off my bodyguards mid-sentence.

I can easily escape the press in situations like this thanks to Haze's help, but I won't bother with that right now. I'm not in the mood to put on a fake smile for people. "And tell him that if he even thinks of running his mouth, I'll kill his entire clan." I smiled and gave his shoulder a firm, warning tap.

That was enough to keep anyone from daring to interrupt me as I walked away.

AN HOUR later, I reached the hideout.

It wasn't peaceful today. I thought I'd have some quiet time to practice my shooting, but it seemed I was wrong. I'd barely stepped inside before someone started tailing me.

"Wow, you look freshly bathed," said Haze, catching up to me. He smelled like alcohol and looked half-drunk, his eyes heavy-lidded. "Did blood become the new bathwater or something?" Haze hadn't changed. He was still the same manipulative bastard, pretending to be laid-back but always scheming underneath.

"This blood came from someone's dick," I said coldly when he reached out to touch the stain.

"What?" He jerked his hand back, pretending to scratch his head to save face. "Was he a virgin?"

"Idiot," Evangeline chimed in, walking toward us.

She was wearing a black gown with a slit up her right leg. Knowing her, she probably had daggers hidden on her left side.

"Did you kill someone again? That's turning into a habit," she added to ask, eyeing me up and down.

Here we go again. The look on her face screamed that she'd disinfect me with alcohol if she could.

"They pissed me off. I had no choice but to make them taste their own medicine," I said, continuing toward my room.

But then I stopped in my tracks when I caught Haze muttering under his breath. "This is what happens when you're still hung up on Ash-"

In a flash, I was in front of him, my gun drawn and aimed right at him.

"Say his name again, and I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." My voice was icy and dead serious.

Everyone here knew the rule: I didn't want to hear his name. I didn't care if they understood why. As long as they were in my hideout, on my property, they had no right to question me. I am Sapphire Parker, the heiress of the Parker Organization.