Chapter 418: The More You Struggle, the More Excited I Get

"Where’s Charlie Rhodes?" Quentin Blackwood’s tone was murderous.

He knew exactly what kind of man Charlie Rhodes was. ’If he dares to lay a single finger on Ivy Sherwood, I’ll tear him limb from limb!’

"I don’t know, he probably took Ivy Sherwood to a hotel. Charlie Rhodes just asked me to help him, I don’t know which hotel he’s at..."

Quentin Blackwood’s temples throbbed. ’That Charlie Rhodes is practically begging to die!’

...

In a hotel suite upstairs from the restaurant, Ivy Sherwood was thrown onto the bed, and the door was slammed shut behind her.

Ivy Sherwood gasped for breath. Her body felt as if a million ants were gnawing at it. The drug was far too potent. She couldn’t even manage to crawl off the bed; she didn’t have an ounce of strength left.

She bit her lip and dug her nails into her skin, trying to stay conscious.

But it was no use. She didn’t even have the strength to pinch herself.

Ivy Sherwood’s phone was also gone, leaving her with no way to call for help. She glanced at the phone by the bed; its cord had been unplugged, making it impossible to contact the outside world.

After a great struggle, Ivy Sherwood managed to crawl to the window. Below, a sea of city lights twinkled. This had to be the twentieth-something floor—it was incredibly high.

If she jumped, she’d be shattered to pieces on impact.

Ivy Sherwood didn’t want to die. As long as there was even a sliver of hope, she wouldn’t choose to jump from here.

Bracing herself against the wall, she finally crawled to the door. She gripped the handle with both hands and twisted with all her might.

The door opened. Before Ivy Sherwood could feel a flicker of joy, a figure loomed over her.

Charlie Rhodes was right at the door. When he saw Ivy, he burst into a loud laugh. "Well, my little beauty, aren’t you eager? Coming to welcome me already. It seems you’re just as impatient as I am."

Behind Charlie Rhodes stood several tall, burly men, clearly acting as guards. When he was busy, Charlie Rhodes didn’t allow for any interruptions.

Two of the men were carrying a large box filled with all sorts of props.

"Don’t you worry, my little beauty. I’ll definitely be gentle. I guarantee I’ll drive you absolutely wild."

Charlie Rhodes had a penchant for these things; they satisfied his particular kinks.

The two men carried the box inside, closed the door, and stood guard outside.

Ivy Sherwood tried to get out, her hand desperately gripping the doorknob. Charlie Rhodes said unhurriedly, "Relax. No one can disturb us tonight. I have plenty of men guarding the door outside."

"Ivy Sherwood, you’re full of surprises. If you had just acted this way in front of me from the start, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much. I would have given you the Sherwood Company long ago."

"But it’s not too late. As long as you serve me well tonight, I promise I’ll give you whatever you want. I’d even give you my life."

Charlie Rhodes spoke lecherously, then lunged directly toward Ivy Sherwood.

Ivy Sherwood dodged, and Charlie Rhodes lunged at empty air.

But Charlie Rhodes didn’t get angry. The woman had quite a fiery personality, and he got a thrill out of taming little wildcats like her.

"Stay away from me!" Ivy Sherwood bit her lip hard. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold on. It felt like every cell in her body was screaming, and she was rapidly losing control.

Charlie Rhodes said, "Go on and struggle, little beauty. The more you struggle, the more excited I get!"

With that, Charlie Rhodes spread his arms and seized Ivy Sherwood.

The smell coming off Charlie Rhodes made Ivy Sherwood’s stomach turn, but she was too weak to push him away.

Charlie Rhodes inhaled Ivy’s scent, entranced. "You smell so good. What perfume is that? I love it. The drug I gave you tonight is the most potent kind there is. You’ll never make it through the night without a man. And there’s no antidote."

"It’s still early. We can take our time. In another half hour, you’ll probably be like a dog, kneeling on the ground, wagging your tail and begging me for it."

"Do you have any idea how captivating you look right now? Your eyes are all hazy and red... Your face is just exquisite. You’re countless times more beautiful than that Thea Sherwood."

As he spoke, Charlie Rhodes took another deep breath of her scent. He wasn’t sure what fragrance Ivy wore, but it was unlike any other woman’s—nothing like those cheap perfumes. A fresh wave of desire washed over him; he was ready to go again.

’It’s Ivy Sherwood’s good fortune to have caught my eye.’

With that, Charlie Rhodes started to rip at Ivy Sherwood’s clothes.

"No, get off!" Ivy Sherwood pushed at Charlie Rhodes with all her might.

He loved this little show of resistance. Usually, he’d just slap a disobedient woman a couple of times; a beating always made them compliant.

However, Ivy Sherwood’s face was just too beautiful. He couldn’t bear to mar it.

"Holding you like this, you really don’t feel anything? But your body seems to be telling a different story." Charlie Rhodes admired Ivy’s face. She was as beautiful as a work of art; he felt as if he were defiling a goddess.

Charlie Rhodes tried to kiss Ivy Sherwood, but before he could even touch her face, Ivy...

"BLEGH..."

She couldn’t hold it in any longer. With her stomach churning violently, everything came up at once. As Charlie Rhodes leaned closer, Ivy vomited right in his face.

In that instant, Charlie Rhodes froze completely.

"You... you..." His face darkened. ’How dare Ivy Sherwood vomit on me!’

Ivy was barely conscious. Charlie Rhodes glared at her resentfully. "Don’t worry, we have plenty of time. I’m going to take a shower first. You’d better be a good girl and wait for me on the bed. You’re not getting out of here. My men are everywhere outside."

With that, Charlie Rhodes shoved Ivy Sherwood aside and went into the bathroom.

’Might as well take a shower,’ he thought. ’Then I can take my time and enjoy myself with Ivy.’

Watching Charlie Rhodes go into the bathroom, Ivy struggled to open the door, only to find six or seven bodyguards standing outside. She had absolutely no chance of escape.

Ivy’s clothes were torn, but she couldn’t feel the cold. All she felt was heat. ’It’s so hot... so incredibly hot.’

Ivy collapsed onto the floor, completely limp. She felt absolutely miserable.

Charlie Rhodes was too impatient to wait. He took a quick rinse, figuring that since the vomit came from such a beauty, it wasn’t so disgusting after all.

’Can’t keep a beauty like that waiting,’ he thought. ’Wouldn’t want her to get anxious.’

At that thought, Charlie Rhodes eagerly stepped out. Seeing Ivy collapsed by the door, he rushed over, his patience worn thin.

"What are you doing all the way over here? You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? Do you understand how potent the drug is now?"

Charlie Rhodes scooped Ivy into his arms and headed for the bed. Her hand grasped at something nearby, but he still forcibly carried her across the room.

Charlie Rhodes couldn’t take it anymore. He threw her onto the bed, ready to pounce.

But at that very moment, the door to the room was kicked wide open.

Charlie Rhodes whipped his head around. "Who is it?! Who dares to interrupt my fun!"

As he turned, he saw a tall man burst in, looking like Satan himself emerging from the depths of Hell.

He was alone, but the bodyguards who had been at the door were now scattered across the floor, all taken down by him.