Introvert 155

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Chapter 155

Clara’s POV

One hour before Lucy arrived and caught me red–handed….

The doorbell rang.

I wasn’t expecting anyone–well, no one important. But the moment grin, I felt the irritation bubble up inside me like acid.

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He held up a sleek, expensive bottle of wine as if it were

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I forced a smile, the corners of my lips aching from the effort. “Yeah,” I replied,

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trophy. “Brought

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ically did

I followed as pulled open the drawer and garbed the corkscrew. “I was so craving a good wi

Saw Marco standing there, wearing that devilish, lopsided

I proudly. “Let’s have a blast.”

to let him in. “Let’s have a blast.”

filmySet the bottle down with a dramatic flourish.

But before I could finish the sentence, he spun toward me and slammed his mouth

Ugh.

I hated the way his lips felt–slimy, careless, desperate. God, he was such a cliché.

I pulled back and forced a grin that didn’t reach my eyes. “I thought

onto mine.

we were supposed to have a blast?”

“This is the blast, baby,” he said with a sleazy chuckle, pulling me in again. His mouth crushed against mine, rough and intrusive. Then, without warning, his hand slipped down–inside my pajama waistband, then past my panties.

I stiffened as his fingers slid against me.

My stomach turned.

“No.” I shoved him off with enough force to make him stumble back slightly. “Let’s have the wine first.”

He raised his hands like I’d just teased him, smiling as if I was playing hard to get. “As you wish, my love.”

Ugh.

He licked his fingers–like he was tasting victory–and took the corkscrew from my hand, whistling as he opened the bottle. He didn’t bother with glasses. Just tilted the bottle to his lips, taking a long, arrogant gulp.

Then, grinning, he grabbed my waist again and leaned in. His mouth touched mine, still wet with wine. He pressed the liquid between our lips, letting it spill into me as if it was romantic.

What the-

の

Ew.

I want to kill him. Right now, Right this fucking moment.

But I didn’t.

I kissed him back, letting the wine dribble into my throat, swallowing it like poison disguised as sugar.

Because in his mind, I was just a girl who loved him enough to burn down the Sterwalt Empire for him.

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But the truth was something else. I was using him. He was my pawn, my bank, my puppet. He paid for my apartment, funded my lake school i and most importantly he gave me everything I needed to become the new Queen Bee.

He set the bottle down on the table with a thud, the red liquid still swirling inside like it had a heartbeat of its own.

Then, without warning, he wrapped both arms around the back of my thighs and hoisted me up into the air. My body reacted instinctively arms looping around his neck, legs clenching slightly for balance.

His mouth pulled back, his lips glistening with wine. The look in his eyes made my stomach twist.

“Hope you had enough wine,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip with exaggerated flair. “Now let’s make you have something even tastier.

My brows drew together. “And what’s that?”

“My cum,” he said, grinning like he’d just delivered a great punchline.

Inside, I groaned. Screamed, actually. My soul curled up and gagged. But on the outside, I smiled. Big, fake, and sweet. The kind of smile that made men like Marco believe they had the world eating out of their hands.

“Oh god,” I thought as my face lit up with practiced affection. “Just a few more days. Then I kill him, and this torture ends.”

“Can’t wait,” I said aloud, matching his energy with a teasing tone that made bile rise in my throat.

It was a lie. But only partially.

Because no–I really couldn’t wait.

Not to have him.

But to kill him.

Marco didn’t wait. He carried me straight to the bed, still drunk, not on wine but on lust, and set me down like I was some trophy he’d earned.

His fingers tugged at my pajama waistband, dragging them down with a greedy urgency, while his other hand roamed over me–palming my chest through the fabric of my t–shirt like a boy too excited to even pretend to be gentle. I stared at the ceiling, biting the inside of my cheek to stop from reacting.

Just a few more days, Clara. A few more days and this nightmare ends.

He peeled my shirt over my head, leaving me bare–in front of his filthy perv eyes. And still, I didn’t flinch. I’d mastered this performance. The puppet act. The mask of seduction while my mind plotted something far darker.

He stripped next, and I closed my eyes–anything to not look at that.

“Open your eyes for me, my little slut.” He ordered and I complied.

“Good girl.” He smirked as he pulled out a bunch of photographs from the pocket of his pants, and tossed them across the bed like playing cards.

Glossy papers scattered around me, landing on the crumpled sheets.

I sat up slightly, frowning as my eyes scanned the images.

Kaiden.

It was pictures of Kaiden getting out of Lucy’s room. The same pictures that we used to destroy Sterwalt’s public image. The ones that shook the Sterwalt family’s reputation to its core.

“What the hell is this?” I asked sharply, even though I already knew.

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Marco smirked, his grin curling with perverse pride. “The reason behind Sterwall’s doom,” he said, leaning closer. “I wanna fuck you under their destruction.”

What. A. Perv.

He then pulled me closer to him and began to fuck me like a eighty year old in viagra. Gosh Thate him.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Come for me. Come for me, baby.” He moaned.

“Yeah… I am coming.” I faked and he came inside me.

That fucker didn’t even put condom. Yeah, a few more days, and I will kill him and yeah, after that I don’t have to take more pills.

After twenty minutes of rest, he climbed on top of me and said, “Let’s go for round two. Sorry I couldn’t pull out in time and came inside you. This time, I promise I’ll come in your mouth.”

Wow. He was “promising” it like he wasn’t torturing me with his low intensity sex but blessing me with the kind of intense, mind–blowing sex I used to have–before Lucy and my mom decided to ruin it all for me.

I let out a sigh, resigned to another round. But then he stopped and pulted back.

“Nah, nah, not like that,” he said. “I want to undress you again. Why don’t you wear that sexy nightdress I bought you yesterday?”

“Yeah, sure. The pleasure would be mine,” I said bluntly before I headed to my closet and grabbed the short and silky dress.

As I pulled it over my skin, cold and thin like the last shred of dignity I had left, the doorbell rang.

If I was having really good sex, I would have ignored the bell, but I would love an excuse to get his filthy old hands away from me.

“Hold on a minute, baby,” I said with a smile so fake it hurt my cheeks. I smoothed down the fabric and walked away.

As I reached the door, I was about to open it ASAP but something in my gut–an unshakable twist of instinct–stopped me.

Instead, I leaned toward the peephole.

My breath hitched.

Lucy.

She stood there, backpack slung over one shoulder, eyes tired and raw from crying.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, a sharp jolt of panic firing through me like electricity.

1 spun around and bolted for the bedroom, my nightdress fluttering behind me.

“Marco!” hissed, bursting into the room. “Out. From the window. Now.”

He blinked at me, dazed, still sprawled lazily across the bed. “What? Why? What’s going on?”

“It’s Lucy!” I snapped. “She’s here. At the door. You have to go. Now.”

“Oh shoot!” He shot up, startled, fumbling for his pants.

“No time for that!” I shoved his pants back down. “Just go in your boxers!”

“What the hell, Clara? I’m not jumping out half–naked!”

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I gritted my teeth. “Freeze to death for all I care–just get out!”

I didn’t have time to argue. I pushed him toward the window, heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. He cursed the whole way as he climbed out. still tugging at the hem of his shirtless pride..