She Who Conquer the Rude Billionare

Dalton held Marlene's hips firmly and then pushed himself in hard. Marlene tried hard to silence her mouth because otherwise, Dalton would hit her even more brutally. The last time Marlene screamed begging for Dalton to stop doing that, she was rewarded with bruises around her neck and waist. Dalton's sex time was the dessert that Marlene needed to do for her life.

"Scream Marlene, let me hear your hoarse voice fill my ears."

Marlene opened her mouth and let Dalton's rough thrusts usher in a long, sensual moan. The more morning it got, the more brutal Dalton's actions became. Even Marlene forgot when she started all this and was stuck this far. When Dalton was at his breaking point, he pushed as hard as he could until Marlene's small body jumped and she let out a moan of pleasure. Making love with Dalton was amazing, but the after-effects were the most painful thing.

"Thursday morning I will stop by here again. You must be ready to treat me well. Don't forget the naked dance, I'm really looking forward to it." Dalton kissed Marlene's lips before he walked into the bathroom and finished his own business. Leaving Marlene lying helpless on the bed without any clothes.

The morning light shining in from the curtainless window made Marlene slowly open her eyes. The city view of Central Park in the middle of New York is very charming and painful because she has to hide all her fears behind that luxury apartment where she can't talk.

Marlene hugged her naked body, smelled Dalton's familiar scent, and cried.

"I want to get away from him. I want to be free..." But Marlene couldn't.

The bathroom door opened, and Dalton was in his most handsome work clothes. He let out a mischievous smile and Marlene immediately wiped away her tears to turn around and smile back.

"You are gorgeous, Marlene."

"Thanks, Dalton."

Dalton came over and grabbed Marlene's lips, sucking until Marlene almost winced in pain. Dalton's gray eyes penetrated Marlene's blurry vision.

"You will forever be mine, Marlene. You are the most beautiful creature than my wife."

"Dalton, you're going to be late for work."

"Hm," he glanced at the black Rolex wristwatch. "Ah, right. Do you still have enough money?"

"Still many."

"Okay. I'll send it to you again this afternoon. Buy some more nightgowns, and don't forget Thursday morning, okay?"

Marlene nodded, before Dalton left the room, he inserted several dollar bills for Marlene to keep. Dalton might think that money is everything to Marlene, but he's actually wrong. After the door closed, Marlene threw the money into the air. She stared at the banknotes spinning around, then with all the grudge she held, Marlene said to herself; "I will reveal all this when the time comes. Just wait, Dalton."

"Have you had breakfast, Marlene?"

A fat woman dressed in simple clothes came to Marlene's cubicle who was staring blankly at her computer screen. As soon as she saw that figure, Marlene smiled slightly.

"I make do with a small bowl of cereal. I don't have the appetite to eat."

The woman furrowed her brows in worry. In the design division workroom, Ronda is the oldest woman who Marlene almost considers like her own mother. Ronda's motherly nature sometimes makes her feel cared for.

"You are okay?" Ronda approached the cubicle and whispered a little. "I heard that Dalton is going on holiday with his wife next week. I think we can be a little free, you can be a little free."

Marlene smiled wryly. If only she could be free like Ronda who never knew the dark side of Dalton. If only everyone in this company knew that the holiday with his wife was actually with Dalton's mistress, namely Marlene herself.

"I guess. But work is still stressful. Moreover, the Night Fairy project will soon be launched. There are still some catalogs I need to sort out and some models that don't seem to satisfy Dalton."

"Ah, the models' problem isn't over yet, huh? Will Dalton look for new models from other agencies?" Ronda asked.

"Don't know. But I heard Dalton's little brother is coming to help him."

Ronda widened her eyes, this time a little closer to Marlene's face. "Dalton's brother, you mean Dante Foster?"

Marlene was a little surprised that Ronda knew Dante Foster. It's rare for workers to pay attention to Dalton's life because Dalton is quite strict and cold.

"Correct. Do you know him?"

"Not really. But I once heard that Dante was a famous fashion designer in Paris. Reportedly, Dalton has received help from him all this time. Hmm, I suspect that there will be new competition in this company." Ronda rubbed her chin in thought.

More precisely, Dalton will use his younger brother to face his newest project with a big artist later, murmured Marlene.

From the director's room door, Dalton appeared in the doorway. Ronda immediately left Marlene's cubicle because the man called Marlene.

"Good luck, darling," Ronda whispered as Marlene moved away. She nodded and then entered the director's room where the windows were darkened.

As the door closed, Dalton grabbed Marlene and threw her onto the work desk. His lips immediately kissed Marlene while his hands gripped Marlene's waist tightly. As usual, this was Dalton's morning meal. Marlene was used to this, she just had to hold it in so Dalton remained conscious.

"Marlene, can you help me become an additional model?"

Marlene widened her eyes. "Wh-what?"

Dalton's hand rubbed Marlene's back, then naughtily lifted Marlene's skirt. Stroking Marlene's vital area until her legs were close together.

"I want to see you in that fairy nightgown," Dalton whispered.

"But what about Elsa? Aren't you afraid she'll see it?"

"Oh come on, Elsa is blind. Who cares?" Dalton pulled down Marlene's panties and rubbed the wet spot between Marlene's legs. "All I care about now is how wet you are that I want to drink it all up."

Marlene looked up, she kept her body from bumping into things on the table when Dalton's mouth captured hers.

"Dalton... what if other people see?"

Dalton muttered under his breath. "Hmm, just leave it be. Wouldn't you be proud of the result if it was good? Moreover, that way you can earn more income, right? Your sister... you still want her to go to college, right?"

Marlene's eyes suddenly filled with tears. She let her body tremble as Dalton pushed Marlene's skirt down and looked down to enjoy the area where Marlene had almost collapsed. All of this was crazy, even Marlene always enjoyed Dalton's tongue playing with it. But this is not what Marlene wants.

"If I can make you a woman as prominent as my blind wife, then you will have me as your perfect husband. Marlene, you would want that, right?"

No. I don't want to. I never want to.

As Marlene tried her best not to gasp, suddenly there was a double knock on the door of the room. Dalton jumped, as Marlene immediately straightened her clothes and stood hastily beside the table. Dalton gave a small nod towards Marlene then opened the door.

A tall man standing in front of the door amazed Marlene.

"Dante? You-aren't you coming in two hours?" said Dalton confused. The man called Dante entered the room nonchalantly and then threw himself onto the sofa in the corner of the room. His eyes wandered around Dalton's office for a moment before he stopped looking at Marlene.

"Why is the door locked?" asked the man with a flat look. His right hand was carrying a briefcase while his other hand was in his trouser pocket. Marlene was a little stunned then she took a breath to start acting again. She turned to Dalton and then gave a small nod.

Marlene was about to leave the room, giving the two men space, but Marlene's hand was held by the man. Marlene looked up, looking at the man who was taller than her. The man's eyes flashed with a cold, expressionless look. Behind his pale blue eyes, Marlene was almost lost and disoriented. She immediately looked away and withdrew her hand from the man.

"Who are you?"

"Dante, let her go. Don't disturb my personal assistant."

Hearing Dante's name, Marlene suddenly froze. This man...

Marlene glanced again at Dante who was still looking at her intimidatingly. That gaze gave rise to an uncomfortable feeling that made Marlene couldn't help but immediately leave the place. Before closing the door, she heard Dante's question faintly.

"If you plan to divorce Elsa, at least find a woman who is more worthy than that bitch."

Suddenly Marlene's chest felt tight, her eyes blurred with tears. She immediately ran away from the room and went to the bathroom to calm down.