Chapter 421 Hunter's Perversion
Hunter had no patience to waste any more time. As he turned to leave, Grace sprang up from the bed, grabbed his arm, raced her fingers up to his neck, then caressed his face.
"Why the rush? Don't you think it’s thrilling? Your wife and my fiancé are downstairs—"
As Hunter spoke, a delicate fragrance filled his nostrils.
He frowned slightly, disliking the smell.
"Did you call me here just for this?"
"Of course!" Grace flashed a charming smile, her slender fingers tracing the features of Hunter's handsome face. "To be honest, you're quite attractive. If it weren't for Martin, who knows? I might have fallen for you."
Ha!
Hunter scoffed internally, his face not hiding his disdain and contempt.
"You think I’d want a piece of trash like you? You just disgust me. I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole."
Grace's face turned white with shock.
But it was only for a moment before she quickly plastered on a smile again, her nimble fingers undoing his suit buttons one by one.
Annoyed beyond measure by her harassment, Hunter grabbed her hand and shoved her away forcefully, without a hint of gentleness.
"Get away from me. Don't touch me..."
Grace lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Furious, her face twisted and her teeth ground with a terrible noise.
"Disgusted by me? At least I haven't had kids. Patricia? Who knows how many times Martin's been with her, she had two kids already. I'm cleaner than her at least, right?"
Her words undeniably struck a nerve in Hunter.
He turned and slapped Grace hard, his large hand gripping her throat and pinning her to the ground, fingers pressing with force.
Struggling for breath, Grace's fair face turned crimson.
Hunter glared at her fiercely. "What gives you the right to compare yourself to Patricia? She may have had two kids, but she's still cleaner than you. Don't think I don't know about all the men you've been with. Let me make this clear: if you dare touch me again, I'll chop off your hands."
After saying that, he threw her hand aside, got up, and prepared to leave the room.
It was a celebratory event.
If both of them disappeared for too long, it would raise suspicions.
He needed to get back quickly.
Just as he stood up, a wave of dizziness hit him, his tall frame wobbling unsteadily. He reached out to steady himself against the wall, shaking his head to clear it.
Unfortunately, the dizziness only intensified.
It was like a flame had been lit inside him, spreading chaos throughout his body with every heartbeat.
Realizing something, he turned disbelievingly to look at Grace.
Grace knew the drug was kicking in. She rose smoothly off the ground, dusting off her palms though there was no dust to speak of, and gazed at him with a gleaming smile.
That smile radiated genuine delight.
Yet it fueled Hunter's rage even more. He felt trapped, caught in Grace's scheming web.
"Did you—did you drug me?"
When? He had been very careful tonight.
How did he fall for it?
Then it hit him, his eyes widening in realization, "Was it the scent earlier?"
Grace nodded, not bothering to hide her tactics. "I knew you were cautious. To get you, I had to be creative. So, I applied some of the spiked oils in my palms. When I touched your face earlier, it seeped through your nostrils, your pores... right into your bloodstream."
She burst into laughter, triumphant and exhilarated.
"Know how much effort I put into this? It was specially crafted for you!"
Hunter, steadying himself against the wall with one hand and massaging his temple with the other, was under no illusion that her efforts were out of attraction—far from it.
"What the hell do you want?"
His breath was becoming erratic, his voice raspy as though he'd been trekking through the desert for days without a drop of water.
"What do I want?"
Just as Grace arched an eyebrow and was about to answer, faint footsteps approached from outside.
Seizing the moment, she lunged at Hunter, pressing her lips against his.
Hunter felt his stomach revolt.
He meant to shove her away, but found himself ensnared by her persistent grip. Her fervent advances began to peel away his rational thoughts, and his primal desires surged like a tidal wave.
In a swift move, he grabbed Grace, pinning her to the floor, his hands tearing at her clothes aggressively.
Grace fought back, ripping at his attire just as fiercely.
They clung to each other, rolling on the ground, their kisses desperate and inseparable.
The drug was now at its peak, and Hunter could no longer recall anything else. He was lost in lust, panting and burning with need.
Before long, Grace's clothes were in tatters, her skin marked with a patchwork of vivid bruises.
Her lipstick smeared, plastered on each other's faces, stamped all over their bodies.
The room was growing hotter by the second.
A haze of desire hung in the air.
Footsteps from the corridor grew louder, closer.
Hunter unbuckled his belt and lashed it across Grace's body with ferocity.
"Ah..."
Grace cried out in pain.
Her cries only fueled the primal instincts in Hunter.
The belt struck her again and again.
Grace’s soft skin split and bruised under the assault, leaving angry marks on her neck, face, and arms.
She glared at him, stunned and angry, unable to believe his savage brutality—beastly, with lust as the only driver.
Grace tried to hold back, but the relentless pain forced her to scream.
"Ah... it hurts... help... please, stop..."
"Please... I'm not Patricia, I'm Grace, don't touch me..."
"My grandfather won’t let you get away with this..."
"Oh, it hurts so much..."
"Grandpa, big brother, Jeremy, somebody help me... please..."
Grace struggled frantically.
At first, her aim was merely to feign resistance, but now the pain was real, unbearable, her screams echoing to the heavens.
But her cries only drove Hunter wilder, completely unleashing his inner animal.
His grip tightened.
Every kiss left a bruise, a bloom of purple on her skin.
It was a ghastly sight.
Her whole body burned with fiery pain.
Tears streamed down Grace's face.
After a moment, disordered and rapid footsteps approached, followed by deafening knocks at the door.
"Grace, are you in there? What’s going on? Open the door..."
It was Shane's voice.
Grace immediately cried out, "Grandpa, help me... please come quickly..."
Hunter's eyes were bloodshot; he seemed deaf and blind to everything except one overwhelming need—to vent.
He tore away her final defense, the fabric over her chest, and bit down into her soft skin without mercy.
"Ah..."
Grace's scream trembled with agonizing pain.
She'd been with many men before, but never had she experienced such raw, perverse violence; to him, she wasn't even human.
"Grace..." Shane's panicked voice called out just as the door burst open.
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