Island Survival: The Rich Girls Beg at My Feet
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Introduction
I had just shut the suite door, behind which lewd gasps and moans lingered, when Louise, the young heiress of a top tycoon family, walked straight up to me.
Slap!
A crisp, heavy slap landed hard across my face.
"You shameless cur!"
She snarled, her eyes filled with arrogant venom.
I clenched my jaw tightly, my nails digging sharply into my palms.
In this class pyramid forged by capital, I was nothing but a personal bodyguard worth even less than a pedigreed luxury dog.
Yet it was not long before this lofty young lady met with a plane crash. She ended up on her knees before me, groveling and begging for mercy.
"John… take me. I’m your slave."
Chapter 1
"Enjoying the show, Michael?"
I had just closed the suite door where lewd moans were coming from when Elizabeth Perez, daughter of a top-tier tycoon, walked up to me.
A loud slap landed hard across my face.
"Shameless slut!"
She cursed, her eyes full of vicious superiority.
I clenched my teeth hard, digging my nails deep into my palms.
In this capital-built class pyramid, I was a personal bodyguard worth less than a purebred dog.
But soon, this high-and-mighty rich girl would be kneeling at my feet, begging like a dog after a plane crash.
"Michael, have me. I'm your slave."
Chapter 1
The private jet's engine hummed steadily, yet it couldn't completely mask the sounds coming from the owner's suite.
As head of security for this island vacation trip, I—Michael Johnson—stood straight outside the half-open cabin door.
Through the gap, I could clearly see my boss leaning back on the leather sofa, while Nora Adams, the Hollywood big star, knelt obediently between his legs.
Nora was a very understanding woman. She knew how to please men who controlled capital. Her seductive moans and her tempting curves made the air thick with hormones.
Even with my strict military training, I felt my mouth go dry.
"Enjoying the show, Michael?"
A lazy, mocking female voice came from the other end of the corridor.
I turned around. It was Elizabeth.
This daughter from a top-tier family was holding a glass of champagne, walking toward me in expensive high heels.
She wore only a super short skirt that barely covered her butt. Her long, straight legs looked blindingly white in the dim cabin lights.
Elizabeth walked up to me and looked me up and down with superiority, her gaze finally stopping at my chest muscles. A contemptuous sneer formed at the corner of her mouth.
"You're built like a bear. Besides having a shell of brute strength, what use are you, lowlifes? You can only stand outside the door and peek at others having sex. What a useless piece of trash."
I clenched my jaw and said nothing.
As a bodyguard, I was used to the arrogance of these rich kids.
Seeing my silence, the amusement in Elizabeth's eyes grew stronger.
She suddenly stepped forward, closing the distance between us until I could almost smell the expensive rose perfume on her body.
Then she did something that made my breathing stop—she reached out with her hand, nails painted bright red, and brazenly lifted her super short skirt.
Under the skirt, there was only an extremely thin thong.
Her exposed private area and the shocking image hit my eyes directly. Elizabeth stared at me seductively, her other foot boldly moving forward between my legs, her knee rubbing against my crotch intentionally or not.
Even with my iron will, under such close-range teasing, my male instinct caused an obvious physical reaction.
The fabric of my dress pants quickly tightened, forming an unmistakable bulge.
Elizabeth's gaze immediately caught the protrusion.
Her eyes instantly turned cold. The seductive look on her face vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme disgust and contempt.
A crisp slap landed hard on my left cheek.
"Shameless slut!"
She cursed, her eyes full of malice. "You get turned on just from looking at your master's body? A lowlife like you dares to have a physical reaction to me?"
Two more consecutive slaps landed hard on my cheeks. The burning pain instantly spread.
I took a deep breath, my fists clenched tightly at my sides, knuckles cracking.
The intense humiliation made all the blood in my body rush to my head. I stared at her hard, a flash of barely concealed violent killing intent in my eyes.
Seeing my fists bulging with veins, Elizabeth not only didn't back down but arrogantly lifted her chin. She poked my hard chest with her red-tinted fingertip, warning me word by word:
"What? Want to bite me? Michael, know your place. If you dare touch a hair on my head, I'll tell the boss, and he'll immediately pull out his gun and blow your brains out like shooting a dog. Hold it in!"
With that, she snorted triumphantly, twisted her tempting waist, and proudly turned back to her first-class cabin.
I stood there, feeling the swelling on my cheeks, my gaze locked on Elizabeth's swaying figure.
Blow my brains out?
Of course, on this plane, capital was the law.
But Elizabeth, you'd better pray someone can always protect you.
I slowly loosened my clenched fists. My nails had dug deep, bloody marks into my palms.
I secretly swore to myself that when I got the chance, I would make this high-and-mighty young lady kneel and experience what this "lowlife trash" was really capable of.
I clenched my teeth, forcing down the burning humiliation on my cheeks, and turned toward the restroom at the tail of the cabin.
Before I got close, intermittent moans and heavy breathing came from the half-open cockpit door.
I frowned and walked closer. Through the gap, the scene before my eyes made my blood boil.
It was Aurora Rivera.
Aurora was the most beautiful, most untouchable person from the two families. Right now, she was half-undressed, bent over the control panel, while the pilot had just pulled out from behind her.
The thick smell of sex filled the cramped space.
The pilot pulled up his pants while turning to see me at the door.
Not only did he not panic, but he showed a knowing man's grin and waved at me.
"Michael, I'm done. Want to continue? Aurora tastes really good."
Hearing this, Aurora, her face flushed, turned her head.
When her watery, seductive eyes saw it was me, the charm in them instantly froze into ice.
Her gaze swept over my body, tense with anger, and her delicate face was filled with undisguised disgust.
"You think you're worthy?"
Aurora straightened her messy skirt while looking at me like garbage. "A lowlife guard dog covered in stinking sweat dares to think about touching me?"
With that, she snorted contemptuously and spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with spit directly onto my combat boots.
My fists clenched tight again.
But before I could react—
A blinding lightning bolt suddenly tore through the night sky, followed by a deafening explosion.
The fuselage violently shook and tore. Alarms instantly blared throughout the cabin.
The lightning struck the right wing directly. In the flames, the wing broke apart like fragile paper.
A sense of weightlessness hit hard. The plane began spiraling down crazily.
In the violent shaking of the tumbling cabin, I was slammed hard against the window.
Through the shattered glass, in the endless darkness and the turbulent waters, I vaguely saw the outline of a massive, desolate island rushing toward us.
Then came unconscious darkness.
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