The CEO's Sweet Prey

Two nights ago, in the half-finished building at the Solterra border...

"Stop! You think you can still run, bitch?"

Up on the higher floors, a bunch of burly guys were moving fast through the shadows. With their curses echoing, the nimble Elizabeth was dodging them like a pro.

Maybe they got too close, 'cause she suddenly stopped, spun around, and grabbed a rusty steel pipe from the ground, gripping it tight.

The guys skidded to a halt, circling her with nasty looks on their faces. "You really think you can take us on? Hand over the goods!"

In the dark, Elizabeth smirked, stepping back until she was right on the edge of the building.

The wind whipped her clothes, and the moonlight lit up her eyes, full of mischief.

"Come and get it then!" she shot back.

She held the steel pipe, ignoring the blood on her hands, just wanting to take these guys down fast.

But seeing the risky situation, the guys hesitated.

"Who's going first?"

"You're the boss, you go first!"

The short-haired leader cursed under his breath but didn't budge.

Elizabeth wasn't one to mess with; she was tough. She looked young but wasn't afraid to kill!

As they hesitated, Elizabeth suddenly lunged, swinging the steel pipe! She nailed the leader on the head, kicking his knocked-out body aside.

"Get her, all at once!"

As they scrambled and barked orders, Elizabeth's speed with the pipe only picked up.

She aimed for vital spots, not planning to let any of them walk away. But against these guys, her strength started to fade, and her hits got weaker.

Until her steel pipe got knocked away, and she was pushed to the edge of the building.

After a tense moment, she suddenly kicked the two strongest guys in the groin! As they hit the ground screaming, Elizabeth turned and climbed down.

It was hundreds of feet high! The guys freaked out, rushing to see that she hadn't fallen. Her dark figure moved like a ghost to the next floor, continuing her descent!

The guys turned and bolted for the stairs to chase her.

Right then, even though the wounds on Elizabeth's palms had torn more from her actions, causing sharp pain, she didn't stop, not wanting to get caught!

She moved quickly through the night, ditching her recognizable coat and pulling out her hair tie.

Her smooth curls fell instantly, half-covering her sexy lace camisole, showing off her curvy figure.

Her pants were ripped up to her thighs, revealing her long, tempting legs, full of allure.

She transformed from an ordinary girl into a mysterious night catwoman.

Elizabeth slipped into the local hotspot, "Shadows Tavern."

The guys saw a figure slip in and stumbled after her, but stopped at the entrance of Shadows Tavern.

"She wouldn't go in there, would she?"

This seemingly ordinary bar had a boss they definitely didn't want to mess with. No one had ever seen his face, but the rumors were wild that he was so important that even the mayor would open his car door out of respect.

It was rumored that his methods are ruthless.

The guys were stuck.

"Finding someone inside shouldn't be a big deal, right? Mr. Harris isn't just anybody; the boss of 'Shadows Tavern' should know how to handle it."

The underground rules were all about making things easier, and the boss of "Shadows Tavern" would get it.

Feeling more confident, the guys walked in together.

The loud music and wild scenes hit them; even in the early morning, "Shadows Tavern" was packed, with people dancing close.

No one paid attention to Elizabeth who had just slipped in, nor did they notice the guys.

While they searched downstairs, Elizabeth had already found the basement door, slipping in and closing it quietly behind her.

Inside, it was pitch black, and no one would know she was there. Elizabeth leaned against the wall, finally letting out a sigh of relief.

After hours of high tension and running, she was wiped out. Just as she dared to hope for a brief reprieve, the air shifted. She wasn't alone in the basement!

She heard the faint sound of a man's breath getting closer and tried to dodge, but a large hand grabbed her wrists!

Matthew Moore, tall and strong, used his other hand to press her shoulder, pinning her against the wall.

The wall pressed against Elizabeth's chest, Matthew's body close, making her furious.

"Let go of me!" Elizabeth snapped.

A cold voice came from above her head. "Who do you belong to?"

Even though Elizabeth had no strength to fight back, she sensed danger.

This was no ordinary guy; she lowered her voice, trying to lie her way out.

"I'm just here for a drink, got chased by some guy I didn't like, thought I could hide here." She continued, "Sorry, sir, I'll leave now."

But the grip on her shoulder suddenly tightened, making Elizabeth bite her lip in pain, letting out a slight moan.

Matthew lowered his eyes, almost unable to suppress his body's reaction to the sound. He suddenly let go, his voice filled with suppressed anger. "Get out now!"

The voice was hoarse and restrained.

In the darkness, Elizabeth couldn't see Matthew's expression but sensed something was off.

She thought, 'Is he drugged with an aphrodisiac?'

Such things were not uncommon in bars. She didn't want to get involved, just wanted to get away from this seemingly more dangerous Matthew quickly.

Elizabeth reached for the door, but someone stopped outside, and the familiar voices of the guys chasing her came through. "Could she be hiding here? Should we open it and check?"

She stepped back, not daring to make a sound.

Matthew suddenly spoke, "You have three seconds, get out!"

Elizabeth, a seductive woman, staying near him, even a slight sound could arouse his desire. He had given her a chance; if she didn't leave, he couldn't control what happened next.