His villain

Summary

"I am merely a performer. I am not a whore or an object to satisfy your desires," tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke.

"I don't care," he retorted callously.

"Fuck you," she spat, her voice trembling with anger and defiance.

"That was precisely my intention, Ms. Ferrari," he smirked, his eyes filled with an unholy desire.

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"Take off your clothes."

Her eyes widened in shock, and instinctively, she acted on her first impulse-running towards the door. But before she could reach the lock, a strong, muscular hand stopped her efforts.