Chapter 170 I Never Kiss Casually, Only Those I Truly Desire
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, inside a luxurious villa near the downtown area, Aiden stood shirtless. In one hand, he held a black leather whip, and in the other, a bottle of red wine. Swigging from the bottle, he lazily swung the whip, his eyes fixed on a young girl who was bound to the bed.
The girl appeared to be no more than 19, clad in transparent pink chiffon with only a bikini underneath. Her youthful face, marked by innocence, looked up at the man approaching with sheer terror in her wide eyes.
Yet, beyond the terror, she was enduring. As a member of one of New York's wealthiest families, enduring him could mean a life of ease ahead.
Even knowing his perverse eccentricities, she bore them. For the sake of money, for the prospect of a better life, she willingly submitted to his mistreatment.
But Aiden didn't see it that way; he was a man who preferred to play the field. The thought of committing to one woman, providing for her, was never in his cards. A fling here, a cash goodbye there, keeping anyone around was just clutter to him. Besides, with a city full of stunning models at his fingertips, why limit himself to just one?
The girl had miscalculated.
With a sip of red wine, Aiden sauntered over to where she stood. He towered above her, his face etched with disdain.
Such temptation might make any man waver.
Yet, Aiden felt unexpectedly irritated, his desires firmly set on Violet Devereux.
Violet's beauty surpassed any woman he'd had before, a bitter loss now that Brady Hall had snagged her.
Aiden's competitive spirit flared up. No matter if Brady Hall had her now, what did it matter?
He vowed to himself that he'd trump Brady Hall eventually,
And in his eyes, claiming Violet Devereux would be an easy feat in comparison to his other conquests.
He imagined her, submitting to him willingly, and the thrill of that thought sent adrenaline surging through him. Lifting the bottle, he began to pour the wine over the girl, watching it burst upon her skin like splashes of blood.
As the red liquid soaked through her thin garment, his eyes darkened with excitement, a twisted smile splitting his lips.
Energy pulsed through him, revealing a cruel streak as he raised the crop in his hand and lashed it down on her.
Soon, the eerie silence of the luxurious villa was shattered by spine-chilling screams...
On the main thoroughfare downtown,
In the backseat of a speeding black Bentley, Brady Hall's kiss was cut short. Violet Devereux had bitten him, prompting his immediate release.
His lips bore the marks of her resistance, fresh blood beading at the edges.
Clearly, she had bitten hard.
Violet couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear looking back at what had happened, but wasn't it his fault for kissing her without consent?
He had acted without her permission.
And so, her fear turned to defiance as she faced Brady with a stern expression, asserting, "Mr. Hall, please show me some respect next time. I'm not your property; keep your hands to yourself."
Having made her point, Violet tensed, anticipating his rebuke.
But instead of lashing out, he remained silent. Only after calmly wiping the blood from his lips did he finally speak, his voice low and steady, "Is that so? Does that mean next time I want to kiss you, I should ask for permission?"
Violet Devereux froze. Why did she get the nagging feeling Brady Hall had just tricked her again?
It's not like she had meant it that way. What she meant... she didn't permit him to just kiss her on a whim!
Biting her lip, Violet found her words, "I mean, don't just go kissing me whenever you please, Mr. Hall."
"And what do you call impulsive?" Brady Hall ran his finger lightly over his lips, then dabbed at the faint trickle of blood, speaking indifferently, "I never kiss a woman without purpose. If I kiss someone, it's because she's caught my eye."
What kind of outlaw logic was that?
Violet was speechless.
She couldn't make her point clear; better to say she was no match for him.
She didn't want to talk anymore.
All that was left now was the issue with Mrs. Hall's overcoat.
Once that was settled, she would leave.
To hell with Mr. Hall! She thought. Goodbye forever!
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