Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire

Marco could only squirm in his restraints as he watched Lemos slowly approach Letta, who was now just as helpless as he was, with her hands and feet bound, causing her to shed tears.

"If you come any closer, I will truly destroy you, you bastard!" Marco shouted, seemingly ignored by Lemos. Marco's current threat was nothing more than an empty bluff ringing in Lemos' ears. Lemos instead flashed a contemptuous smile, finding Marco's escalating rage to be nothing but entertainment.

"Please, don't come closer," Letta said in a whisper.

"Didn't you beg earlier not to hurt your husband?" Lemos said, already standing right in front of Letta, causing Letta to only close her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the old man in front of her. Just seeing him made Letta feel nauseated. "And in return, if you want me to release your husband, you must be willing to do anything for me, do you understand?" Lemos said again with his repulsive smile in front of Letta. Especially when Lemos began reaching out his hand and stroking Letta's face, making Letta cry even more, shaking with fear. Meanwhile, Marco immediately shifted his gaze to the guard in front of him.

"If you release me, I will spare your lives," Arga said again, making the Massimo in front of him just shrug nonchalantly.

"Before you start threatening the lives of others, your own life will be extinguished by the boss," Massimo said, making Marco squirm once again. Pedro, who had not yet arrived, even though Marco had previously signaled to Pedro that he and Letta might be in danger. How difficult could it be to find a hiding place for a Lemos right now, Marco wondered.

Marco's attention was drawn back to Letta as he heard her scream. It was clear that Lemos was tasting Letta's scent, from her hair to the nape of her neck. This made Marco rebel once again.

"I said never to touch her in any way, you will truly perish in my hands, Lemos!" Marco shouted again, making Lemos laugh, then whispering right by Letta's face.

"Because your wife has been so kind to do anything for me so that I won't hurt you, I have to accept her good intentions," Lemos said again.

"You can hurt me in any way or even kill me, but never approach my wife," Marco said, causing Lemos's movements to stop, then fixating on him.

"Is that so? Can I kill you?" Lemos asked, but then he laughed.

"It's not that easy, Marco. I don't want to make your death as simple as you imagine because of your insolence. I am truly impoverished right now, and it's your one foolish mistake to let this beautiful woman roam alone, making it easy for me to capture her. You might be smart in business, but you're not smart in protecting your wife, and now I know why you're so infatuated with this woman. Just tasting her scent makes my whole body react," Lemos said, making Marco widen his eyes.

"And now, watch what I will do to your wife. I want you to see it with your own eyes," Lemos said, then reached out his hand to pull Letta's flowing hair, revealing Letta's tear-streaked face. "Please, don't touch me," Letta said again.

"Then, if I don't touch you, what retribution will you offer so that I won't hurt your husband?" Lemos said, making Letta fall silent again. Perhaps this was the only thing she could offer to prevent Lemos from hurting her husband. "You're a clever wife," Lemos said, stroking Letta's head, then reaching out to pull Letta's face, which had been avoiding him all this time.

"Look at me. Am I so hideous that you don't want to look at me?" Lemos asked, once again making Letta fall silent, meeting his gaze reluctantly. As Lemos started to approach Letta's face, she trembled even more intensely. Of course, Letta had no idea what the middle-aged man in front of her was about to do.

"Why do you look frightened? I just want to feel your lips. It seems your husband is truly infatuated with your games. I'm curious. After just inhaling your scent, I want to feel your entire body. How about it? Do you want to?" Lemos asked again, making Letta cry even harder.

"Come on, don't cry. After all, I haven't hurt you at all. Look at your strong husband. Even his whole body is covered in wounds, but he can still threaten me," Lemos said, then laughed when Letta met his gaze.

"You should release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head.

"If I release your husband, he could truly kill me before I even touch you. So, I want to show how affectionate I am to his wife. He should be proud that there's a man other than him who treats you kindly like I do," Lemos said again, making Letta fall silent once more.

"Hey, why is your body trembling like this? Are you cold? Or perhaps you have another idea for us to spend the night in a hotel with a soft bed? We'll wrestle there. No, but it's a pity, for the first time I touch you, we have to spend it here, so that your husband can see everything, how I treat you so well," Lemos said, making Letta remain silent, while Marco, who had been trying to struggle and free himself from his restraints all this time, seemed utterly futile. Especially now, seeing Lemos truly beginning to kiss Letta's face, kissing her, making Letta close her eyes, feeling how Lemos was now tasting the nape of her neck. The disgusting sensation was immediately felt by Letta, the nausea now churning in her stomach, especially when Lemos started to pull her face. Letta widened her eyes as the old man pressed his lips against Letta's, kissing her voraciously. It made Letta really want to vomit right then, and she could only hear Marco's screams, filled with anger. All his curses were directed at Lemos, making Letta even more dizzy. And the next moment, Letta actually vomited all the contents of her stomach, while Lemos was still kissing her, and it seemed to surprise Lemos, especially when Letta's vomit stained the clothes he was wearing.

"You filthy woman! How disgusting, you accept a kiss from me?" Lemos asked, and the next moment, Lemos immediately raised his hand and delivered a hard slap to Letta's face, making the sound echo throughout the room. This made Marco widen his eyes as he saw his wife now silent, frozen, enduring the slap from the old man. Especially when he lifted her face, blood flowing from her nose, making Marco feel an immense anger.

"Never hurt my wife in any way, you scoundrel!" Marco shouted again, making Lemos look down at his clothes, covered in Letta's vomit.

"You really make me angry too, you filthy woman," Lemos said, then completely removed all the clothes stained with vomit.

"I was going to be kind to you, but because of your repulsive behavior, I won't hesitate to touch you right in front of your husband. You must feel the suffering I will create for you," Lemos said, as he finally pulled the dress Letta had previously worn quite roughly, tearing it mercilessly, so now Lemos could see Letta's exposed body clearly in front of him.