Chapter 222/A Body Trapped by Drugs

Chapter 222: 222/A Body Trapped by Drugs

Chapter 222

Stephanie’s POV

My head collapsed onto the soft mattress, but peace was nowhere to be found. A hysterical, unnatural fever surged through my body a quiet, sudden explosion of fire ripping through my veins and deep into my gut, leaving my skin dripping with sweat and burning hot.

I gasped for air, clutching the sheets as I fought a losing battle against the thick fog completely clouding my brain. Through the sudden madness, a terrifying truth pierced through the haze: something was horribly wrong with my body... something triggered by that juice.

I forced my heavy eyes up toward him, my voice coming out in shallow, barely audible rasps. "You... you put an aphrodisiac in my drink... didn’t you?"

His smile widened into a cold, arrogant smirk. Crossing his arms over his broad chest, he took a slow step closer and replied in a low, wicked tone, "Yes... I did."

My trembling fingers clawed at the bedsheet, knuckles turning white as my entire body shook from the intense heat rushing through my blood. "You absolute fucking bastard!" I choked out, my voice raw and breathless.

He took slow, deliberate steps toward the bed, tilting his head with dark mockery. "Save your energy, Stephanie..." He paused, leaning down slightly to fix me with a cold stare. "...The fire inside you has only just begun."

My shaking fingers moved on pure, blind instinct toward the handbag still slung over my shoulder. I struggled with the zipper, fumbling violently as my mind desperate to grab my phone and call Alexander... to scream for help and have him yank me out of this living hell. But as my fingers dragged through the warm dark interior of the bag, they didn’t touch a glass screen.

Instead, my entire palm brushed against the smooth, firm silicone of the toy dildo I had stuffed inside this morning.

Time froze for a split second.

The blistering heat inside my gut roared with a desperate, fiery need that demanded satisfaction at any cost, as if my body no longer belonged to my mind. Without even realizing what I was doing, my trembling fingers wrapped around the toy dildo and pulled it out.

The room faded away. Vincetti standing in the corner vanished. I was entirely consumed by this blazing fire demanding to consume every last shred of my self-control.

My palm dragged over its smooth surface in an involuntary, desperate motion. A low, breathless moan tore through my parched throat as I surrendered completely to the sudden hell stripping away all my dignity.

Vincetti’s dark smile widened as he watched me drown in the haze of the fever. He strolled toward the bed, stopping right at the edge. Tilting his head with sharp sarcasm, his voice dropped into a low, mocking whisper:

"Miss Miller... Were two dicks not enough for you that you need a third?"

His words didn’t make sense to my clouded mind; every shred of shame, fear, and logic had been burned away by the chemical fire boiling in my blood. I didn’t care that he was standing there. I didn’t care about the hidden camera. I didn’t care about anything in this world except the agonizing fire burning between my thighs that needed to be extinguished at any cost.

I let out a breathless, choked groan. Stripped of all inhibition, my legs parted wide on the mattress. I lifted my trembling hand, bringing the toy dildo down, and began rubbing its smooth head roughly against my soaked, feverish pussy. Sharp jolts of pleasure shot through me, making my hips arch off the bed in a desperate search for an insertion to quench the heat.

Hot, ragged gasps escaped my lips as the forced pleasure consumed my body. Throwing all modesty aside, I held out the toy dildo toward him with a shaking grip, staring up at him with clouded, desperate eyes, wordlessly begging for relief.

Vincetti understood instantly. An arrogant smirk curved his lips as he leaned over the mattress, slowly and condescendingly sliding the toy dildo out of my weak fingers. His other hand moved with swift precision, gripping the waistband of my heat-soaked panties and yanking them down my legs, tearing them off completely and leaving my wet, exposed pussy breathing in the cool air of the room.

He didn’t give me a single second to catch my breath. Bringing the smooth head of the toy back down, he began dragging and rubbing it slowly, deliberately over my squirming pussy, slicking it between my soaked lips.

A choked, breathless scream burst from my throat. My hips bucked frantically against his hand as he mercilessly worked the sensitive bud, reigniting the fire deep in my gut with fast, agonizing strokes that made me melt and writhe beneath him, utterly powerless to resist.

Vincetti hovered over me, his blue eyes tracking the frantic movements of my hips with sinister triumph. "Are you really burning up this badly, Stephanie?" he growled softly.

I gasped for air, my shaking fingers digging into the bedsheets as a desperate plea tumbled from my lips, completely stripped of shame: "Please... shove it inside... Please!"

He dragged the head of the toy roughly between my lips, enjoying the choked sob that escaped me, before whispering with a cold smile, "Tell me first... Who does this body belong to right now?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, my hips arching hysterically toward his hand as I abandoned the last of my pride to the heat. "Yours... Yours... Just put out this fucking fire!"

A cruel smile stretched across Vincetti’s face as he watched me squirm beneath him. Leaning down until his lips brushed my ear, he whispered with filthy mockery, "Weren’t you acting so brave a moment ago, threatening to tell both of them? Look at you now, begging me to put out your fire."

Opening my eyes, heavy with tears and overwhelming arousal, I stared up at him through ragged breaths, my throat bone-dry. "I don’t give a fuck about anything... Just put it inside my pussy right now... Please, Dominic, I’m dying from this heat!"

He let out a low, arrogant chuckle. Positioning the smooth head of the toy between my slick lips, he slowly pushed it inside, plunging it deep into my burning pussy.

"I’ll give you what you want, Stephanie..." he rasped out. "But this time, it’s on my terms."

A breathless, pleasure-drenched scream tore from my throat the moment the smooth silicone stretched through my tight depths. My legs wrapped around his waist on pure instinct, forcing him deeper as I cried out in complete ruin, "Faster... Deeper... Please!"