Chapter 204/Naked Before the Demon

Chapter 204: 204/Naked Before the Demon

Chapter 204

Stephanie’s POV

I stumbled two steps backward until my heels hit the edge of the mattress. His words crashed over me like a sledgehammer, leaving a deafening ring in my ears that utterly paralyzed my tongue. I stared at his stone-cold, expressionless face, then glanced toward the doorway where his mother had just vanished.

"What... what did you just say?" I choked out, my voice barely audible as pure panic seized my throat. "Have you completely lost your mind?! I am not taking off anything!"

He advanced toward me with slow, calculated strides. His hands moved with an infuriating calmness, unbuttoning the top of his dress shirt as he closed the distance. His deep, gravelly voice dropped, carrying a suffocating, absolute authority as his eyes pinned mine.

"My mother is already on her way back with the spare key, Miss Miller. If she unlocks that door and finds you standing there fully dressed, your clothes pristine, my entire arrangement turns to ash. She will instantly realize I was lying just to provoke her."

"And what the hell does your arrangement have to do with me?!" I shrieked hysterically, hot tears streaming down my face at his ruthless entrapment. "I am not stripping in front of you and your mother just to protect your filthy pride and prove your point!"

He stopped directly in front of me, leaving so little space between us that I could feel the heat radiating from his chest.

The faint trace of a cynical smirk vanished from his face, replaced by a rigid, freezing intensity. He spoke in a low, menacing whisper:

"If my mother opens that door and uncovers the charade, the very first thing I will do the second she leaves is send Kira’s audio recording directly to Alexander and Cedric simultaneously. I will destroy your life in a single second, Stephanie. The choice is entirely yours: your fake modesty for a few minutes, or your entire future and your child."

My stomach violently wrenched, and the floor felt like it was shifting beneath my feet. He was pressing a blade directly against my throat without leaving me a single inch of breathing room. Suddenly, the rapid, echoing sound of footsteps closing in through the vast outer hallway cut through the silence. His mother was returning with the key.

My hands shook uncontrollably, my eyes burning with pure, unadulterated hatred as I stared at him. With weak, trembling fingers, I reached for the side zipper of my dress. I pulled it down slowly, scalding tears racing down my pale cheeks. The fabric slid off my shoulders, pooling softly around my feet until I was standing before him in nothing but my underwear, my entire frame shivering from the sheer weight of the humiliation and disgrace.

He didn’t look at my body with a shred of lust; instead, his gaze was detached and analytical, as if he were evaluating a piece of fabric in a design studio. His hand shot out with practiced ease, his fingers clamping onto my bare shoulder to give me a firm, calculated push toward the mattress.

"Get on the bed and pull the covers up to your chest. Fast."

I complied blindly, sliding beneath the dark silk sheets with frantic haste, pulling them tightly around my frame as if they were my only shield against this living hell. Meanwhile, Vincent moved with striking agility. He ripped his shirt off completely, tossing it carelessly onto the floor to expose his hard, heavily muscled chest, before shifting his weight over me and sliding beneath the covers.

My entire body locked up as the bare skin of his chest pressed flat against mine. The heavy, suffocating heat of his frame bearing down on my breasts completely stole the air from my lungs. My eyes widened in pure terror, and I gasped out a breathless whisper:

"What the hell are you doing?!"

His icy expression didn’t waver. His sharp gaze dropped, anchoring onto my trembling lips as he rasped close to my ear:

"Exactly what normal people do in situations like this, Miss Miller."

Right at that exact second, the spare key rattled violently inside the lock. With the very first turn of the brass handle, he whipped his head down with lightning reflexes. His lips crashed onto mine with a brutal, crushing force, sealing my mouth and instantly strangling any attempt to scream.

The double doors burst open, slamming hard against the wall as Margaret stormed into the room, only to confront this scandalous, degrading sight. Despite the loud, heavy intrusion of her entry, Vincent refused to pull his lips away from mine. He held me pinned beneath his heavy weight, projecting an absolute, uninterrupted intimacy that no one would dare disrupt. I raised my trembling palms, pushing against his chest with every ounce of strength I had left as suffocating panic set in.

Finally, he tilted his head back with a lethal, relaxed ease. Keeping his arm wrapped tightly around my frame, he cast a highly provoking glance toward the doorway, his gravelly voice dripping with malice:

"Stephanie, darling... there is absolutely no need to feel shy in front of my mother. She clearly still doesn’t believe that we are truly together."

Margaret’s face turned a deathly, horrified pale. Her hands shook with a raging fury as she took in the details of the room, shrieking in a high-pitched tone laced with pure disgust:

"I don’t believe this cheap, pathetic performance for a single second, Dominic! But Claire just fled this house in tears because of the sheer horror of what she saw!"

Vincent leaned back slightly against the pillows, his expression a picture of freezing indifference as he let out a sharp, mocking retort:

"What exactly is hard to believe, Mother? Do you need me to get her pregnant right in front of your eyes for you to be certain?"

His mother’s eyes widened in sheer shock at an insolence that defied all boundaries of decency. She choked out in a cracked voice:

"You have completely lost all sense of respectability and restraint!"

He sat up slightly, his posture hardening into a commanding rigidity that filled the bedroom with pure authority.

"No, Mother. You are the one who crossed the line by storming into my private quarters and meddling in my affairs inside my own home."

Margaret clamped her fingers around the handle of her purse with venomous spite. She threw a burning, venomous threat over her shoulder as she turned on her heel:

"I am going to inform your father of this absolute filth the second he returns... and he will not be pleased with your behavior!"

Vincent turned his cold gaze back to me, ensuring his confident words echoed clearly for his mother to hear:

"But I am perfectly pleased, Mother. And that is the only thing that matters to me."

Before I could even process his comment, his massive hand shot out, clamping tightly around my jaw to force my face upward. He crashed his lips onto mine once more, violating my space in a brutal kiss despite the intense waves of nausea and disgust clawing at my throat. The hurried, chaotic clicking of his mother’s heels faded down the corridor as she muttered in pure rage:

"I cannot stand this vileness for another second... I am leaving!"