Bound by Lust: Stolen Before Her Vows

Cecilia bit her lip and averted her gaze. She feigned calmness as she replied, "It's been three years. If I hadn't figured a way to remove it, I'd be suffering greatly by now."

Bennett scoffed. An evil smile hung on his lips as he pressed his leg against her. Cecilia couldn't help but moan.

"Then you became someone else's lover? Layla, you know how much I hate it when others touch my belongings." His deep voice was fueled with rage. He held her chin in an iron grasp. The viciousness in his eyes was so terrifying that Cecilia froze.

Getting up, he pulled out a chastity belt from nowhere. Cecilia gulped as she stared at it, trying her best to cower away from him. That belt seemed to be of higher quality than the one she had three years ago.

She thought she was losing it. If Bennett had his way, she wouldn't be able to hide their relationship.

With the belt hanging off his index finger, he slowly moved closer to her. "This is my gift to you. It's a new style; I specifically ordered it for you. Do you like it? It has a fingerprint sensor lock."

"Go away!"

Cecilia seized her opportunity and quickly slipped through the opening under his arm. Seeing that, Bennett only had to draw his arm in to trap her in his embrace. She wriggled about, trying to break free. Tears instantly welled up in her pretty eyes.

Red marks had formed on her wrists. Cecilia was terrified. She finally managed to secure a peace that lasted for three years. If Henry spotted those weird marks, she was afraid that her peaceful life would come to an end.

"Layla, you've been disobedient." Bennett laughed menacingly. He gently pinched her waist, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning. He knew her body too well. Her body would react to his every move.

"You seem to have been living a good life after leaving me." Looking down, Bennett chuckled. The next moment, his gaze became sharp as he clutched her throat. "That's not what I want to see. What do you think I should do?"

His deep voice reverberated throughout the moderate-sized lounge. It was like an arrow threatening to pierce through her. Chills ran down her spine.

Suppressing the urge to tremble, Cecilia hissed through clenched jaws, "Let me go."

When he wasn't aware, she took the chance to bite the most tender part of his wrist. Soon, she tasted blood.

Bennett groaned. With the hand she bit, he held her wrists together. He then grasped her face with his other hand so that she would loosen her bite. She was sensitive to pain and yielded almost immediately.

Blood smeared her pinkish lips, and her hair was messy. She looked as tempting as a rose adorned with dewdrops.

Bennett suddenly became excited. Holding her up, he removed his necktie and tied her to the wrought iron sofa. Then, he leaned forward and took her phone from her handbag. Putting it in front of her face, he unlocked it.

"Bennett, I'm no longer yours! Let me go!" Cecilia shouted fearfully. Her heart pounded against her chest.

Standing before her, he spoke in a brooding tone. "Layla, you will only ever belong to me."

At the same time, her phone emitted a dial tone that stopped only when Henry spoke. It was only then Cecilia understood what Bennett, that lunatic, was up to.

"Hello?"

Bennett put her phone to her ear. Her voice quivering, she answered, "Henry."

"Ceci, what's wrong?" Henry quickly asked. He seemed to have sensed something was off through her voice.