40 Present 18 - I'm going to kill you.

James was the only one left to whom Paul can call his family, but now even he was hating him to the core and for the the women he had taken his hate, hated him more than James, so much so that she could not stand being near him. Right now he felt like he had hit the hit rock bottom in his personal life.

It was not like he did not have a solution, the easiest solution to all of his personal life problem could be solved with just handing Regina over to James so that he could use her as a leverage against Vulture. But the fear of something happening Regina was humongous so he could not risk it.

But he was sure of at least one thing that James will eventually forgive him soon, and they will be back to normal in no time. The main issue was Regina hating him. He did not want to give up on her even after all of this. He knew that soon she would have all the money she needed and according to the promise he would have to release her then, give back her freedom that time but he was not sure about how he was going to release her when the time will come. There was no right answer.

Now there he started regretting of that time when he made with her that promise. If only he would have not, then he would not be having that trouble right now. There would not be any issues then right now. He would have then subjugated her into his sex slave. His life would have been exactly like before.

While he was thinking that, the door opened, and Regina stepped inside. She had wrapped a white towel on her body down her neck. She had a beautiful makeup, she had done her eyes in the way he liked. She had not curled up her hair and like a waterfall, they were down to her shoulder freely.

She approached Paul at his desk. When she came closer, he could see the fire burning inside her eyes. Despite all of the trouble he was thinking of ealier, he got hard.

She stared at him with an expression mixed with both lust and hate. She wanted him but she also hated him.

She dropped the towel and let it fall to her feet. She stood completely naked before him, the light from the flames making her skin glow. Her tiny hourglass waist led to voluptuous tits. There were no scars on her front. Every inch of her was perfect.

He wanted her so much right now but he also knew he could not have her. He knew she needed just few more bucks before demanding her freedom so he could not afford to hand her over any more. His only family member had just left him with hatred for him, so was not prepared to also lose the one person who gave him satisfaction.

Paul rose on his feet and came around the desk. His hands immediately gripped her tits and massaged them fiercely. She moaned quietly for him, loving his touch but also hating it.

His hands gripped her small waist, and he placed his forehead against hers. He wanted to kiss her but refrained. He knew once he would place a kiss on her mouth, he would lose all of his control. He would lose himself and give up everything she would demand.

"I want you to fuck me." The lust inside him started roaring.

"Bend me over your desk and fuck me as hard as you can, take out your belt and whip me as much as you can." She leaned over the wood and displayed her ass to him. The steep curve in her back was tight with intricate muscles. Her buttocks were firm and round, ready to be separated with his thick cock.

He so wanted to fuck her hard. But he also didn't want to give her any more bucks. He leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. "Let's take a trip to that Beach house tomorrow. We can go on my private cruise ship. I will show you around and in the middle of the ocean we will have our dinner."

She grinded her ass against his cock, enticing him to slide inside her wet slit. "I want pain. I want to experience it more. How about you tie me up and gag me then fuck me until I pass out?" She grabbed the side of his pants and pulled them down until his cock emerged.

His mouth clamped on her shoulder, and he gave her a mild bite. He wanted to thrust into her until she screamed for him. He wanted it hard and rough, spanking her ass until it was red.

But he kept his focus. Hr grabbed her hips and turned her around until she was on her back. He positioned her legs over his shoulders and rubbed his dick against her entrance. "I want to do it the way you like it."

With her hands she pushed him. "No." Her sensuality disappeared as her stern warning took over. "Fuck me like I said or we are done."

His lips twitched, his veins started popping out from anger, making him squeeze her tighter than he wanted it to be. "I do not want to do it like that. I am giving you what you like. Now shut your mouth and do how I'm saying."

She pushed her feet against his chest and pushed him away.

"I don't want to do like that. I don't want to go to your cruise ship. I want you to fuck me hard and then let me go." She jumped off the desk and picked the towel from the ground. The hatred in her eyes was undeniable.

In those eyes Paul could see that she wanted to get away from him as quickly as possible. The connection she used to feel for him had disappeared, no where to find in those eyes. From that day when she saw him kissing that girl, her affection for him had died down.

She wrapped that blanket around her body with that towel before marching out of the room. But as she reached at the door she turned to him, he could see the hatred amplified multiple times in those eyes.

"I want to get the hell away from you, from this place and everything that is related to you. I just want to get away."

Saying that she left.

After that day Paul did and Regina did not speak to each other again. He never came for sex or conversation. After that day, he started staying away from her.

Regina refused to accept his offer because she knew what he was trying to do. She already knew he was just trying to take back all the money he had given her. But she did not want to give up a single buck. Previously she would have not mind giving them back to him for a date with him but after seeing him with that girl she just did not want to stay with him anymore. Right now even if he offered her to take her on a weeklong vacation for a single buck, she would refuse it. She was that much determined to leave.

Even if he was her master as in he owned her that she did not like, she still had started liking him. But that part of her died the day she saw him kissing another woman. She felt stupid to think that she was the only woman allowed to kiss him or suck his cock. She assumed she was enough for him, but she saw that he was not satisfied.

It hurted her a lot. Now she wanted to get home as soon as possible and start over her life once again. She would forget about Paul and all the things he had done to her.

"I have to get home. This is not where I belong. This is not my home, it was never was, it never will be." She said to herself.

Paul used to be away most of the time during day, so that used to be time for Regina to leave her room and wander wherever she wished. He had a beautiful pool on the at the back of the mansion and a beautiful garden surrounding the mansion.

That day, Paul was again not at home so i

n her bikini she walked out of her room with a book tucked under her arm. When she was just about to reach the staircase, she heard a crashing sound.

"Get the hell away or I'll kill you." A man's voice traveled to her ears. She knew that voice but she did not remember it. A loud thump echoed against the tile, and the sound of crashing dishes came next.

Another maid's scream came before it turned into muffled voice.

Panic gripped her heart. There was an intruder in the house, someone violent and aggressive. She wanted to bolt down the stairs and through the front doors, but the intruder was down there, probably watching the exit.

"Shit."

A man with dark evil eyes emerged. Greed shined in them when he spotted her. Violence was written all over his face. She knew that intruder and exactly why he was there. To put an end to her life.

"Bitch." Seeing her, he stopped at the foot of the stairs.

Seeing him just a few meters ago, her face turned blue from fear, he was death, but she did not want to die. Her heart started beating faster and the breathing became heavy. Paul was not in the house, so there was no chance of him saving her.

Right now she was on her own to save herself.

She had to run away from here. Survival instinct kicked in and that was the first suggestion it gave.

"Don't run or you will just make it worse." He slowly ascended the stairs, his eyes on her the entire time.

"Come near me and see what happens."

He chuckled. "Oh… I totally forgot how feisty you were." He kept moving up the stairs, coming closer to her by each of his step.

There was no other way except to run, if she wanted to survive. Her instinct started screaming for her to run towards the Paul's room, there was a chance that she could also find a weapon there.

She threw the book in her hand towards him and ran as fast as she could.

"Come here, bitch."

She run up the stairs as quickly as her body possibly could.

That man was faster than her, in few seconds he was just behind her, about a hand length apart. Paul's room was far. She changed her plan and with a shove of her leg she kicked opened the Playroom's door wide. She burst inside and grabbed the first weapon she could see. His leather whip.

That man caught up to her and after entering shut the door behind him, blocking the exit with his back. He eyed the whip in her hand, a violent smile crept on his face. "Seeing me did you get in mood for a play, bitch?"

"I'm going to kill you." She held the whip ready, prepared to strike him when he was close enough.

"If you become a good slave, I will go easy on you."

"If you touch me, I'll kill you."

He chuckled. "You're as feisty as ever." Saying that he charged.

She struck him with her whip right across his face but that did not accomplish anything. It didn't even slow him down.

He charged right into her and pinned her to the floor.

The fight was still in her so she punched him hard in the face. Blood streamed out and oozed down his face. She punched him again, prepared to kill him.

"Fucking bitch." He caught and pinned her arms above her head then slapped her as hard as he could right in the face. She felt her cheek burning.

"I'm going to hit you again and again." Saying that he slapped her again. "I'm going to hit you till your face totally become unrecognizable" He slapped her again and again, till she could not even feel her cheeks, she just felt a burning sensation instead.

Once again she was in a playroom, she remembered once again she was just a prey there for a hunter to enjoy and kill.

She did not scream, beg or plead. She just kept looking at his eyes with disgust.

He grabbed her by the neck and slammed her head into the floor. "Today I'm going to kill you, bitch."