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Yuri suddenly felt hot.

He knew that he had only had a couple of drinks and he had a high tolerance to alcohol so why was he suddenly feeling like he wanted to take his clothes off?

But his mind continued to numb with the passing of every second. He had one aim and that was to get relief somehow. Even after making love for the second time, he still hadn't found relief. Somehow he had briefly fallen asleep after that and now he felt like his bladder was on fire.

He quickly stumbled his way to the bathroom, but he saw the blurred face of a naked girl looking back at him with wide drowsy eyes. Why the hell did she sneak into the bathroom? Was she planning on running away after their passionate night together?. Didn't she know it was rude for her to do that?

The sound of the tap distracted Yuri and without thinking, he grabbed her hand and turned her back to face. All he could think about was punishing her for trying to escape and what better way to do that than to make love again for the third time. He needed to make sure she couldn't walk after this. He slid behind her,guiding her waist as he started to thrust. Loud moans assaulted his ears and he saw tears stream her face from the mirror in front of him.

Holding her hands against the mirror with one of his, his other hand moved to her right breast. He adored it till she writhed and moaned again. Almost immediately, his senses were assaulted by her expensive perfume again. It was so erotic; it made his eggroll jump. The alarm system inside his head went off and he found himself biting the inside of his cheek.

"Sir, could you let go? You can't just walk in to the bathroom and do this !', she said with what sounded like an angry tone but even that sounded seductive to Yuri.

That was the motivation he needed to give literally zero Fs. This could be considered rape, sexual abuse, assault and he was ready to deal with it all as soon as he got some oil on his eggroll. He grabbed her by the neck and pressed forcefully.

There was a squeak or a scream, but Yuri was fighting the voices in his head, and they were louder than anything happening around him. There was a brief resistance, and he felt his hand impulsively tighten. He felt a warm splash on his hand and dead silence. He hesitated briefly again before he let his demons win.

He felt a great sense of pleasure and accomplishment when she tighten around him. He found what he was searching for, the slick, dark and warm place he had craved for all night was welcoming him. He thrust in faster, moaning as he searched for his pleasure. And he found it the third time, filling her with everything his body had to offer. The pleasure was so intense that when he finally pulled out, his fever was gone and although, he still felt slightly dizzy at least he wasn't hot anymore.

He stumbled out of the bathroom, a little sober and headed back into the room.

He saw the keycard by the bed side and the camera in the dark corner of the room. Someone had lured him in there and locked them in. Feeling angry that he'd been set up, he grabbed them and made his way downstairs.

Minutes later, he was in a car and on his way to his condo. After a 10minute ride, he got down and dragged himself to his couch. Yuri dropped down on it and drifted off to a terrifyingly long sleep.

Yuri closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. The ride to the office was the longest, he had a headache from yesterday and would have loved to stay in bed today but there was work to do. His mind was hazy, but he felt a deep sense of regret. A broken scream echoed in his head, and he felt tormented. The feel of a warm splash of tear on his hand felt so vivid, it made him miserable.

He clearly had done something bad to her, but he couldn't remember her face. He felt so angry with himself, and he knew that he had taken advantage of that girl. In the midst of self-loathing, he felt his eggroll harden as he remembered the feel of her, so tight like a cockring.

The immediate disgust he felt was self-directed. The car stopped and he walked out. The feeling of lightheadedness was heavy leaving him to stumble slightly at the door. Then he remembered the camera he had found, all feelings of disgust and regret left and he felt angry once again. Once he was in his office, he took the device apart and slipped the memory chip on the side of the laptop.

He saw a man set up the camera. Then he saw the man leave, fueling his conclusions that someone had wanted him to have sex with that girl. Zooming in, he saw the face of the woman he had made love to.

Pitch Black.

There was no disappointment. She had been worth every thrust and Yuri admitted to having his eyes on her any way. After all he did have unfinished business with Patrick Black. The man who had connived with his uncle to tarnish his image and steal Milkcorp from him. There was a sense of annoyance as he stared at her. He had thought she was innocent, now he saw her father's cunning trait in her. Yuri saved the file, intending on using it to destroy Patrick Black.

Meanwhile, Marisa smiled as she watched Fern go down on her stepsister. It was almost satisfying to watch except the sounds emanating from it made her want to puke. They were so loud and almost rehearsed. Guess she didn't enjoy it. Marisa didn't care though as she filtered the sound out. This was all the evidence Marisa needed to get her father's attention and ruin Pitch.

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