Loving the Possessive Rouge

Trinity glanced nervously around as she made her way to her boyfriend Clint's condo unit. Her heart raced, afraid that her stepfather might have sent someone to follow her. She had escaped from the restaurant where Sir Albert had introduced her to the old man she was supposed to marry.

Since childhood, Trinity had been under the care of Albert King after her mother, who had worked as a maid in his mansion, passed away. Owing him a great debt of gratitude, she couldn’t refuse when the sixty-five-year-old man asked her to marry someone to save the King family’s failing business.

Earlier, she had met the man she was supposed to marry—the owner of the Mendevil  Empire. She had barely held back the urge to gag; he was even older than Albert, with crooked teeth and a single gold one that stood out.

He may have been filthy rich, but he was a complete slob.

She wondered if it might be better to just run away with Clint. She simply couldn’t bear the thought of marrying that old man. The thought made her shudder with disgust.

"Vanessa, you're so good at this, huh?" Clint’s voice floated with a seductive and teasing tone.

She froze in her tracks, her heart sinking as the sound of heavy moans followed.

"Clint," she called out, her voice breaking as she pushed open the door to the living room. There, she saw him sitting with Albert’s granddaughter, Vanessa, straddled on his lap.

Her disgust deepened as she saw Vanessa's glistening lips while Clint’s pants lay unzipped.

Instead of feeling ashamed, Vanessa grinned at her. She moved her hips, and Trinity almost wanted to cover her ears as her shameless boyfriend moaned in pleasure.

“There she is, Clint. The woman who cheated on you,” Vanessa taunted.

“You two are disgusting!” Trinity shouted, rushing toward them in fury.

But before she could grab Vanessa by the hair, Clint shoved her hard. She fell to the floor with a thud.

“You’re going to marry an old man for money!” Clint yelled, his words making her mouth drop open in shock.

“H-How did you—”

Vanessa let out a mocking laugh, her grin widening. Her chest was exposed, littered with marks.

“Don’t act all innocent, Trinity. You offered yourself up to marry that old man. Did you really think I didn’t know that you and Granddaddy met with your soon to be old hag husband today, for his money?”

“T-That’s not true!” Tears welled up in her eyes. She was doing it for their family, and yet this was the betrayal she received in return.

“Shut up, Trinity!”

Clint grabbed her arm so tightly that Trinity thought it might break.

“So that’s why you wouldn’t let me touch you—because you had another plan. How much is that old man paying you, huh? I’ll triple it! Just sleep with me. D*mn it, I’ll wear you out—”

A loud slap silenced him.

She yanked her arm free, furious at his insult. But Clint only grinned more wickedly. “What? Has he already slept with you?”

The tears she had been holding back burst forth. She shoved him hard and ran out of the condo, her vision blurred as she frantically pressed the elevator button. She didn’t care about the people staring at her as she rushed by.

In her haste, she collided headfirst into something—or rather, someone—hard as a wall.

"Careful," a deep voice said, the tone almost commanding.

Trinity lifted her gaze, only to be met with a pair of piercing ash-gray eyes. Despite her tear-blurred vision, the man’s appearance registered in her mind. His brows were knitted together in a harsh line, his expression cold and unreadable.

“A-Are you single, Sir?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips tightening.

The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down Trinity’s spine. It felt like his eyes were piercing right through her, and the size of him was intimidating—tall, muscular, veins running down his solid arms that were now wrapped around her waist.

She wanted to flee from his predatory eyes, but the fire of revenge burned too hot in her veins.

“If you are…” she said, summoning every ounce of courage, “please, be my accompany for tonight."

The coldness in his expression vanished, replaced by a heat in his eyes she couldn’t quite understand.

He gazed at her as though she were his willing prey—vulnerable, submissive. And he was the dominant predator.

"You look fragile. Your eyes are sad," his deep voice crawled across her skin, sending a shiver through her body.

“M-My boyfriend cheated on me,” Trinity stammered, her tears pooling at the corners of her eyes once more.

That’s when she saw it—something dark and dangerous flickered in his ash-gray eyes. His jaw clenched tightly, as if her words had struck a nerve, stirring something angry within him.

“Let’s go,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

A chill ran down her spine as the man practically lifted her from where she stood. His arm was wrapped firmly around her waist, so tight that she couldn’t even muster a protest.

The moment they entered a dimly lit establishment, loud music crashed into her ears, mingling with the shouts of people raising bottles in celebration. She watched as the stranger took something handed to him by a passing waiter. Moments later, they were climbing a set of stairs, heading to who knows where.

“Are you sure you want my accompany?”

"Yes," she answered.

"Then I hope you won't regret this."

"Sir, with all the chaos in my life right now... I’m not afraid of anything anymore."

"But I have another way of accompanying you."

"What do you mean by 'another way'?"

"Do you like it rough?"

Trinity gasped loudly as he suddenly shoved her without warning. She bounced onto a crimson-colored bed.

The room was bathed in a deep red hue, from the sheets to the flickering candles whose smoke carried an unfamiliar scent.

“W-What do you mean by rough?” Her eyes grew heavy-lidded, a strange sensation settling over her.

“How old are you?” he asked.

Though confused, she managed to answer, “Twenty.”

One corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile. “Good. Just making sure you’re not a minor. I’m Rouge.”

“Trinity,” she replied, her voice almost a whisper.

Rouge grabbed a bottle of alcohol from the bedside table, uncapping it before walking back toward her.

She obediently parted her lips as he brought the bottle’s mouth to her mouth.

“Drink,” he ordered.

Her lips parted wider, her eyes locking onto his with a seductive gleam, silently inviting him to do whatever he pleased.

The bitter liquid burned down her throat, and her body felt warmer, more alive.

Without even thinking, she spread her legs as he positioned one strong thigh between them, pressing firmly into her.

“Ahhh!” she moaned, the sound slipping from her lips.

He tilted the bottle to his lips, and Trinity watched as the alcohol slid down his neck and chest. When Rouge's gaze returned to her, his eyes burned with desire.

She gasped as his large hands pushed her back onto the bed, gripping the side of her skirt before violently tearing it away. Moans and grunts filled the air as Trinity surrendered her virginity to a man she barely knew.

“F*ck!” Rouge cursed, jolted awake by the sound. The throb in his head from last night's hangover was unbearable.

With bleary eyes, he reached for his phone, only to reaTrinitye he wasn’t in his office.

He shot up, cursing again as pain surged through his senses, noticing the empty side of the bed next to him.

“Where is that woman?” he muttered, noticing only the traces of blood on the sheets.

‘Virgin but a fighter in bed, huh?’ He smirked to himself.

He usually avoided virgins; they were far too clingy. But last night’s woman had been a tigress—a tempting challenge. He found it amusing that instead of sobbing over her heartbreak, she had boldly approached him, asking for s*x.

The way she had eagerly responded to his invitation for “rough s*x” amused him. Her innocent eyes had been so enticing as he had taken her. And d*mn, he had found that so incredibly hot!

“What?” he said, putting his phone on loudspeaker as he walked naked to the shower.

“The Vile Hotel construction in Belgium collapsed, Sir,” the voice on the line reported.

His senses sharpened immediately.

“Chairman Mendevil  demands your presence. The plane is ready. We’ll leave in an hour.”

He grabbed a white towel and walked back into the room, completely unbothered by his nudity.. With disinterest, he let his secretary continue speaking on the line as his fingers traced the bloodstains on the sheets.

“About the Kings, Sir.”

Only then did he pick up his phone and press it to his ear.

“Chairman canceled the engagement. The lady of the Kings disagreed with the marriage—”

“No!” he interrupted firmly.

“Sir?”

The secretary sounded taken aback, knowing how strongly he had opposed that arranged marriage—until last night. He had tasted what was supposed to be his wife, and he couldn’t shake the memory of her intoxicating scent that had driven him wild.

“I want that woman to be my wife.”

Trinity stumbled as she entered the King mansion. The pain from her loss of virginity still throbbed, but she forced herself to move on from the chaos of the night before.

“God! Trinity Maycee, open your social media now!” Her best friend Yvah’s panicked voice crackled through the line. “Someone posted photos of you! Nasty photos!”

Her eyes widened in horror as she followed Yvah’s instructions. Images of her entering the club with a man flooded the internet. And not just that—there were also edited pictures claiming she had married the old man for money. They even had her face superimposed onto a scene with a naked boy doing a lap dance in a crowded place she recognized.

“Do you even know what club you went to last night?” Yvah exclaimed. “It’s Jolus Club—a den for s*x-starved people. They’re notorious for dealing illegal drugs and aphrodisiacs!”

“Trinity, you wh*r*!”

She didn’t have a chance to respond before Alma, Sir Albert’s eldest daughter, thundered into the room.

“Auntie—”

Alma slapped her hard, nearly causing her to lose her balance. Dazed, she looked up only to receive another fierce strike.

“Auntie Alma!” she cried out as the woman yanked her hair.

“You ungrateful little brat! You have no shame. You’ve dragged our name through the mud. D*mn you!”

“Auntie, that hurts!” Trinity pleaded, struggling to free herself from the older woman’s grip, but Alma was too strong. Her weight was enough to nearly rip Trinity's scalp off.

“She even cheated on Clint,” Vanessa spat.

"You stole him from me!" Trinity shot back at Vanessa, only to receive yet another slap from her mother.

“Are you answering back? You’re the curse of this family! I don’t understand what father sees in you to even let you live under our roof!”

Trinity felt her head spinning from the blows to her head.

“Ma’am Alma!”

Only then did Alma stop when the mansion’s housekeeper, Louisa, approached.

“Don’t you dare stop me, Louisa, unless you want to get caught up in my anger!”

Louisa quickly shook her head. “Sir Albert has had an accident!”

The doctors declared her stepfather to be in a coma, suffering from severe head trauma and multiple fractures.

“This is all your fault!”

She was frozen in place as Alma charged at her again.

“If you hadn’t been reckless, this wouldn’t have happened to Papa!”

Alma wouldn’t let her go, so even the hospital staff had to intervene to separate them.

Crying, Trinity curled into a corner of the hallway, her body aching all over. She hadn’t even begun to recover from what had happened last night, and now Alma’s relentless torment continued.

All she could do was sob in the corner, feeling the weight of self-blame. Once the guards finally managed to escort Alma and Vanessa out, Albert's secretary, Melchor, approached her.

“We have a problem. Alma refuses to release any funds for Albert.”

Trinity’s mouth fell open in disbelief.

Melchor let out a heavy sigh. “The company is on the verge of collapse; if they withdraw any more money, Kingzone