CHAPTER 76: TOO LATE TO BEG

"You are not leaving me, Georgia! Never!" Raymond roared, his voice thunderous as he yanked her by the wrist and dragged her toward the bedroom.

"Let go of me, you jerk!" Georgia screamed, clawing at his hand, trying to pry his fingers off her wrist—but he was too strong, too unhinged.

Before she could react, Raymond’s strength hurled her through the air, her body weightless for a heartbeat, then she landed hard on the bed, the mattress groaning beneath her as she bounced.

Her skirt flew up mid-flight, flashing Raymond a fleeting, scandalous glimpse of bare skin, undeniable proof that nothing shielded her underneath.

His eyes darkened after seeing it.

Georgia’s breath caught. She scrambled, yanking her skirt back down to cover herself, but the damage was done. Raymond’s jaw tightened with fury. His eyes blazed like a man betrayed by the world itself.

"What the fuck is the meaning of this?" he barked, chest heaving as he loomed over her.

She looked him straight in the eye, no longer afraid—just furious. "That again?" she spat. "I told you—I let Nick fuck me. I’m not a virgin, Raymond. Not anymore. So stop this and let me go."

His breath turned ragged. He crawled toward her like a jaguar. In a flash, he was on the bed, straddling her legs, his hand gripping her jaw, forcing her to look at him.

"Take it back," he growled, voice trembling with rage. "Tell me you’re lying."

But Georgia didn’t flinch. "I’m not lying. We did it on his ship. On the island. Over and over again. There was nothing else to do but fuck—all day, all night. I screamed his name until my throat went raw. And I loved it. I’d do it again."

Each word was a dagger, and she knew it. She wanted to cut him, hurt him, his pride and ego. She wanted to destroy whatever illusion he still had left. If she couldn’t break free physically, she would break him emotionally.

Raymond’s jaw clenched, his voice becoming really dangerous. "Did he come inside you? Tell me the fucking truth, Georgia."

Georgia tilted her head and gave a slow, mocking smile. "Do you even hear yourself right now?" she whispered. "But fine... You want to know? Yes. Again and again. Everywhere, on my face, my body, in my mouth, and inside my tight pussy. And I loved every second of it."

Her words were fire, aimed straight at his pride. "That wedding arch you saw? It wasn’t a fantasy. Maybe I’m already pregnant after all the times we couldn’t stop touching each other. So yeah, I thought—why not marry the man who could be the father of my future child?"

Raymond’s arm shot up, hand trembling with rage. Georgia flinched but didn’t move—bracing for the slap.

It never came.

She opened her eyes and saw him frozen, staring at her like he didn’t recognize her anymore. Then he let out a twisted laugh, one that filled the room with eerie, manic energy.

"I waited for years," he growled. "You asked me to wait, and I did. I didn’t lay a hand on you, and now you’re telling me you gave everything to him—the man who killed your brother. My best friend."

Georgia’s eyes blazed. "So that’s your excuse? You were cheating on me because I asked you to wait?" Her voice cracked like a whip.

"I was saving you!" he barked, gripping his hair in frustration.

*SMACK*

Her hand landed hard across his face, the sound ringing through the suite like a gunshot. "Go to hell, Raymond."

She spun on her heel, but before she could take a step, he lunged, grabbing her arm and dragging her back. She struggled, her heart pounding.

"Let me go!" she screamed, her voice shrill with fury.

"You’re not leaving," he snarled, pushing her down onto the bed, pinning her wrists. "If he fucked you, I’ll wipe that mark clean. You’re mine, Georgia—you always were."

Her breath hitched as she stared up at him, chest heaving. But in her eyes was no fear—only the burning defiance of a woman who refused to break.

"You will stay here, with me, and I will fuck you like how you allowed that killer to fuck you. I will erase all traces of him. I will fuck you until you forget about him!"

Raymond’s lips crashed onto hers without warning—rough, desperate, fueled by rage and obsession. Georgia shoved at his chest, clawed at his arms, but he was too strong, too far gone.

Panic flared in her chest.

Then she did the only thing she could—she bit down on his lower lip, hard.

The sharp metallic taste of blood filled her mouth. Raymond let out a guttural growl and jerked back, startled.

His grip loosened—just enough.

She shoved him with everything she had and scrambled away, sprinting toward the door. But he was faster than she expected.

"You bitch!" he roared, lunging after her. His hand snatched the edge of her dress, but only caught fabric. The sound of it tearing echoed through the room.

Still, she didn’t stop.

She raced out of the room, adrenaline coursing through her veins. But Raymond slammed into her again, shoving her onto the sofa with brute force.

"No!" she screamed, kicking, thrashing, doing anything to fight him off.

He grabbed at her tube top, yanked hard—the strings on the back snapped like brittle threads, exposing her skin to the cold air.

But Georgia wasn’t done. Her pulse thundered as she twisted, wriggled, and angled her body just right.

And then—

*BAM*

She drove her knee up with full force into his groin.

Raymond cried out and crumpled with a strangled gasp, pain stealing the breath from his lungs.

But even doubled over, he didn’t let go.

He caught her wrist, dragging her down to the floor with him. His weight pressed against her, suffocating, brutal.

"Raymond, please..." Her voice cracked, tears brimming as she felt his fingers fumbling with his belt. "Don’t do this—please don’t."

His eyes burned like a man possessed. "Too late to beg."

*BANG*

A thunderous impact stole the air from the room. Raymond’s body was flung off her like a rag doll, slamming into the far wall with a sickening thud.

Georgia gasped, frozen. ’What the hell happened?’ Her wide eyes darted towards the door, and there he was, just a few steps away from her.

Nick.

Fury radiated from him like a storm unleashed, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides.

And his eyes—God, his eyes were locked on Raymond with the promise of violence and death.