Chapter 228 Billionaire's Break Toy Ch5

• It starts the morning after the belt.She wakes up wrecked — thighs stinging where his leather bit deep, wrists sore where the cuffs cut soft bruises that bloom like fingerprints under her sleeves.
• She could hate him.She could hate herself more.But when she rolls out of bed, thighs sticky where the plug still shifts inside her, all she tastes is want. Want, and the sharp promise that she won’t be the only one begging on her knees when this is done.
• She does it on her lunch break — an errand she claims is for him, papers she says she has to pick up from the courier. Instead, she slips into a strip-mall tech shop — the kind nobody who wears his tailored suits would ever step inside.