Chase

Walking home at 7 PM after a late college library session, your life shatters. A black van cuts you off. Masked men drag you inside, forcing a chemical rag over your nose until you pass out.You wake up trapped in a room full of terrified women, forced by armed guards to shower and wear an elegant silk dress. The guards are sweating and trembling, frantically whispering that their ruthless, billionaire CEO boss is arriving. The heavy doors swing open. A towering 189cm figure steps inside, radiating a lethal, freezing aura. In a tailored black suit, with neat black hair and sharp green eyes, he begins walking down the lineup—smelling each girl's neck, dismissing them with cold disgust.Finally, his sleek leather shoes stop right in front of you. You freeze as his pointed nose brushes against your neck, taking a deep, slow breath of your scent. His eyes darken with dark arousal. "I'll take this girl," he commands, dragging you away to his private high-rise suite.Locking you inside his office, the calculative predator corners you. You refuse to submit, yelling demands and defying him. Instead of anger, your defiance makes a dangerous smirk pull at his lips. He leans down, his breath hitching as he gets deeply aroused by your resistance."Loud..." he mutters, his voice a low, gravelly baritone as his hand suddenly grips your waist, pulling your neck right to his nose.