Trapped With The Untouchable CEO Chapter 05
So he had cut himself on purpose.
Only by getting injured could he activate the tracking chip implanted under his skin.
The revelation cleared my head for a second, and the hand that had been reaching for his chest abruptly pulled back.
“Is that it?”
The distorted voice clicked its tongue. “Ms. Bennett, it seems you’re still not taking enough initiative. How about this: each of you takes off a piece of clothing, otherwise… I’ll give your little sister a dose, too.”
The words hit me like ice water. I snapped my head up. “Don’t you dare!”
“Watch me.”
The screen suddenly cut to a feed of Mia. Someone was already preparing to feed her something.
“Mia!”
I screamed and reached out to touch the screen, but Alexander pulled me back.
“Don’t do anything reckless.” His voice was hoarse but carried a trace of composure. “They want us to lose control.”
“But Mia…” My voice choked up.
Watching my sister’s body trembling violently from fear on the screen, my chest felt like it was being crushed.
Alexander didn’t speak. He simply unbuttoned his suit jacket, took it off, and tossed it aside.
He was only wearing a white dress shirt underneath. The wound on his forearm was still seeping blood, staining his cuff red, making him look battered, but unbroken.
“Take it off.” He looked at me. “I promise, I won’t touch you more than I have to.”
I gritted my teeth, my trembling fingers unbuttoning my jacket to reveal the slip dress underneath.
The moment I took off the jacket, I shivered, but not from the cold—it was from shame.
The viewers cheered in the comments, those filthy words lashing at me like a whip.
Alexander walked over and gently embraced me. He placed his palm on my back—not a caress, just enough contact to satisfy them. His body heat was scorching, his breathing ragged.
I could feel how badly the drug was affecting him, yet I was certain he was trying desperately to hold back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m so sorry to put you through this.”
I leaned against his chest, tears falling and soaking his shirt.
Right then, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed me.
This wasn’t the gentle touch from before; this kiss carried the madness of the drug and the agony of coercion.
His kiss tasted like blood, yet he was careful even while he was losing control.
My whole body tensed up. My reason was screaming, but my body felt like it was on fire as I subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck, returning his kiss.
We were two sparks hitting dry tinder, instantly sparking a wildfire.
His hand slid down my back, but just as it was about to touch the sensitive area at my waist, it suddenly stopped.
He pushed me away abruptly, gasping for air. “I’m sorry… I lost control…”
I fell to the floor. My strap slipped down, exposing my shoulder and leaving my shoulder bare.
Alexander slumped beside me. The front of his shirt was soaked with sweat, and the wound on his forearm had split open again, blood dripping onto the floor.
Sweat slicked both of us.
The comments on the monitor were still clamoring, some expressing disappointment, others excitement.
The synthesized electronic voice, however, didn’t speak again, probably not expecting that we could actually stop.
I suddenly felt that even if we died here today, as long as we could hold onto our last shred of dignity, it would be worth it.
Just as we were trapped in that awful standoff, a muffled knocking sound came from outside.
“Mr. Sterling, Mr. Sterling! Are you in there?”