Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 31: What Can’t Be Done?

Chapter 31: What Can’t Be Done?

Damien Sterling paced back and forth, his mind wrestling with incredulity.

Did this woman truly believe she was invincible, needing neither rest nor sustenance day after day?

Returning to the couch, Damien massaged his temples gently.

A headache, sharp and unyielding, throbbed within his skull, a rare sensation for a man who seldom found himself at a loss for solutions.

A sudden thought seemed to strike him; his eyebrows arched, and a slight smile played on his lips. "Mrs. Harris, prepare some food, and make it substantial."

Mrs. Harris, puzzled by Damien’s request, wondered silently. "Who is the meal for, sir?"

"Emma Hart," Damien stated firmly, his dark eyes inscrutable, leaving everyone around him unable to fathom his latest plan.

"Yes, sir," Mrs. Harris acquiesced.

Upstairs.

Damien stood at the door, instructing Mrs. Harris and the two bodyguards stationed outside. "No matter what happens inside, you are not to enter. Understood?"

"Yes."

Damien entered the room, where the dim light cast Emma Hart’s fragile figure in even more delicate relief.

He locked the door from the inside.

His footsteps grew clearer with each step towards Emma’s bedside.

As Damien began to unbutton his shirt, he suddenly whipped the pristine white blanket off Emma’s body.

"What are you doing?" Emma’s voice emerged, strained and weak.

Without a word, Damien scooped Emma from the bed and carried her towards the bathroom, where he had earlier instructed Mrs. Harris to prepare a bath.

With a splash, Emma Hart found herself abruptly thrown into the bathtub by Damien Sterling.

Weak and unable to resist, she could only flail helplessly, sputtering as she swallowed mouthfuls of water.

Even her feeble attempts at resistance were effortlessly quashed by Damien.

His sinister smirk only widened as he taunted her, "Without food, you don’t even have the strength to fight back. Now, what can’t I do?"

His head dipped towards Emma’s neck.

"No, please..." Emma’s voice was a choked sob.

Tears were the only thing she could control; every other part of her felt powerless, just as Damien had said – too weak to resist.

Damien’s heavy, damp kisses trailed down her body.

Then, he stepped back, methodically washing every part of her with his hands.

The humiliation of the moment was unbearable for Emma.

She didn’t want him to touch her – not for a second more.

"Let me go," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

Damien remained silent.

"What do you want from me?"

Still without a word, Damien wrapped a towel around himself, then lifted Emma out of the water and walked towards the bed.

In his arms, Emma gazed at this man with the face of an angel but the heart of a devil, wondering how such a contradictory being could exist.

Thrown onto the bed like a lamb to the slaughter, Emma watched in horror as Damien roughly tore open her shirt.

She wasn’t naive; she knew what this was a prelude to.

Her gaze turned desperately towards the door, knowing help wouldn’t come; he must have already instructed everyone outside.

At that moment, Mrs. Harris was being restrained by two men in black at the doorway.

Emma tried to gather her strength to sit up, but it was futile.

Just as Damien leaned over her, Emma’s resolve shattered completely. "I’ll eat!" she blurted out in a broken whisper.

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