Scarlett' POV

He thrust his cock upward, ramming it hard against my lower abdomen, pumping frantically.

My perineum, dry for so long, was torn apart by him!

I felt my vagina being pounded to its deepest point.

Pain—after a sharp burst of pain...

A tingling electric current began spreading from deep within my vagina, instantly shooting through my entire body.

After ten minutes of wild pounding, Lorenzo dipped his fingers in my breast milk and smeared it all over his balls, his perineum, and where our bodies joined.

I watched with my own eyes as that massive shaft absorbed it like a sponge.

Swollen and engorged, it instantly stretched my inner walls to capacity.

"Your mouth says no, but your body seems to love it... feels good, doesn't it?"

I was dying of shame.

In my dazed panting, Lorenzo lifted my legs high and placed them on his shoulders.

When I looked down, I could see my pink pussy constantly swallowing and releasing.

Watching my glistening pussy stretched into a thin ring around him, red and obscene—I completely broke down.

Cold, so cold!

I opened my eyes and immediately wrapped my arms around myself.

My vision blurred for a few seconds before gradually clearing.

Where am I?

This isn't that moldy rental in Queens County!

Fragmented memories slowly surfaced in my mind.

Breast milk, bedsheets, his strong, powerful palms pressing on my waist, his veiny twenty-centimeter cock ruthlessly penetrating me...

My throat felt itchy and dry. I coughed for several minutes before it stopped.

Looking down, my bathrobe hung open, my breasts red and swollen, my chest covered in dried milky-white traces.

My clitoris was also swollen, my entire body covered with crisscrossing purple and blue finger marks.

My inner thighs felt sore. I tried to bring my knees together, but they disobediently fell open to the sides instead.

Then I touched the area from my lower abdomen to my pubic hair—wet and sticky!

God, how many times did he come last night?

Lorenzo stood by the bed, his slender fingers toying with an empty Waterford crystal glass.

"Awake?"

I blinked my aching eyes, my hand reaching for the sheet by my feet, yanking it up to cover my bare chest.

Scarlett, you're pathetic!

He's just a wet-behind-the-ears kid, and you actually passed out from him fucking you?

Put physical training at the top of your agenda when you get home—you need to be a strong mother!

"Mr. Lorenzo." I opened my mouth, my voice frighteningly hoarse. "The money... can you give it to me now?"

He didn't answer, turning toward the walk-in closet instead.

I endured the discomfort throughout my body and got up to follow him.

My bare feet on the cold marble floor—ice-cold and piercing, my soles nearly losing all sensation.

The air conditioning here was set too low. I immediately broke out in goosebumps.

He, however, casually stripped off his bathrobe right in front of me, his naked body exposed to the air.

Proudly thrusting out his waist, his musky-smelling cock hanging half-erect, swaying back and forth before my eyes.

He just stood there for a long time without putting on any clothing.

What's wrong with him?

Rich people's brains are wired differently from ours, that's for sure.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the full-length mirror.

"Please give me the eighteen thousand dollars, and I'll leave immediately. I won't bother you again."

"When did I ever agree to that?"

I felt all the blood in my body stop flowing.

"You... you said it! You said it yourself! Eighteen thousand for one night—"

"I said eighteen thousand for one night."

He bent down and opened a drawer, pulling out a pair of black boxer briefs.

"But when did I ever say I'd give you that eighteen thousand?"

I opened my mouth but couldn't speak for a long moment.

Thinking back carefully, he really never said it was a deal.

"You... you did this on purpose!" I let out a sharp, angry shout. "You're playing me!"

Lorenzo leisurely put on his underwear, hooking his finger under the elastic waistband, pulling it out and releasing it.

Snap!

His two bulging sacs also quivered.

I couldn't help but remember how those sacs had frantically slapped against my buttocks last night while he fucked me.

"Eighteen thousand a night—those are the girls who know how to take care of a man at a top-tier club, that's their price."

"You took off your clothes yourself. You climbed into bed yourself. From start to finish, I never forced you to do anything."

My eyes instantly burned hot.

Evil rich bastard!

Already so wealthy, why does he still need to humiliate a poor single mother like me?

Isn't he afraid of doing too much evil and going to hell after death?

Scarlett, hold it in!

Don't cry in front of this bastard—that'll only make him more smug and make you look cheaper!

But I felt so terrible, my chest stabbing with pain.

I tore apart all my dignity, let a nineteen-year-old brat humiliate me all night long, and I can't even get a single cent?

"What kind of Lorenzo are you," I grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and hit him with it again and again.

"You won't even pay for your whoring—you're the lowest scammer in all of New York!"

Lorenzo's expression didn't change at all.

He pulled out his wallet from the closet, pinching out a few bills with his thumb and forefinger.

Three—no, four hundred-dollar bills, which he tossed at my feet.

"Your performance was absolutely terrible."

His lips curved into a cruel arc, revealing two sharp canine teeth.

"Old, dry and rough inside, screeching worse than a female donkey, can't even fake pleasure—as your employer, my experience was abysmal."

"Tell me yourself, are you worth eighteen thousand?"

"These four hundred bucks are charity, given only because your tits aren't bad."

Yes, everything he said was true.

But I'd already hollowed out my flesh and blood, given everything I had!

I wiped my face hard and flipped him off.

"You know what, Lorenzo? You're the worst fucking stud I've ever seen!"

With that, I turned to leave.

Let the world burn!

I'd rather die with my daughters than suffer this humiliation anymore!

But could I really do that?

The moment I turned around, Mia and Nina's chubby little faces floated before my eyes.

If I don't pay the outstanding balance today, they'll be transferred out of the PICU.

What does that mean?

At just over two months old, they could die at any moment.

"Since you're somewhat entertaining, I'll forgive your offense just now."

Lorenzo's lazy voice came from behind me. "I can give you a long-term opportunity."

Damn it! My feet actually stopped.

"Sign an employment agreement with me. Two to three times a week, monthly settlement, stable income."

My instinct was to refuse.

"No, I don't do this professionally. It's only because I desperately need money that—"

"Three thousand dollars per session."

Lorenzo walked up in front of me. I had to tilt my head back to see his face.

Damn height difference!

He's only nineteen, yet that oppressive presence made it hard for me to breathe!

"Don't rush to refuse. I'm going to take a shower. These ten-plus minutes should be enough for you to think it through."

I stood there dazed, my head buzzing.

Three thousand per session, three times a week equals nine thousand, one month equals... thirty-six thousand dollars!

For Mia and Nina's heart surgery, after applying for medical assistance, I only need to pay thirty to forty thousand.

If I had that much money every month, in two months I could gather their surgery fees!

"Could it be... a bit higher?"

If he's making this kind of offer, it means he was satisfied with my service overall.

No, Scarlett, snap out of it!

What if he's scamming you again?

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