"How dare you, you slut!"

The clamor of chips hitting the floor echoed through the dimly lit casino, drowned by the furious curses of an angry guest criticizing the trembling Amber. Glass shattered, scattering a glittering mess across the floor, now a place of chaos.

Amber felt the weight of countless eyes upon her as the slap mark burned painfully on her cheek. She felt the rusty taste of blood rise in her mouth.

It was obvious Mr. Lee was annoyed badly but Amber had no regrets. She did nothing wrong. She just tried to protect herself when he was trying to reach her thighs with his intrusive hands.

Being forced to work in this casino was bad enough; she didn't want herself to fall deeper into hell. If her poor nephew Chase wasn't still lying in a hospital bed waiting for her paycheck to save his life, Amber would be sure to throw her apron in the face of this old fat pig and then slap him back even harder.

Yet she had to control herself hard not to fight back. Chase was still in the hands of her stepmom. If she dared to lose the job, her stepmother would flay her alive and watch Chase die.

"My apologies, Mr. Lee." Amber clenched her fists, doing her best to sound polite. "I'll have others get you another drink."

"How dare you try to escape after ruining my expensive suit!" Anthony Lee thundered. "I've got to teach you a lesson!" He added, gritting his teeth angrily and striking her face with another resounding slap.

A gasp of shock swept through the onlookers, and the manager, Robert Dickson, drawn by the commotion, stormed over.

"Bitch, it's you again?" Robert grumbled, gritting his teeth in anger. This is the second time Amber had a problem with a client on her first night of working.

Robert’s fingers latched onto Amber's messy hair, yanking her to her feet. "What have you done wrong again this time? Are you determined to ruin my business?"

Tears streamed down Amber's face, a silent protest against the injustice of it all. "No, Mr. Dickson. I didn't..."

Before Amber could finish her words, Dickson held her hair even tighter, making her cry in pain. "You still have the nerve to reason? Quickly take our honored guest to the VIP area to change. Or I'll fire you right now!"

"No, please don't, Mr. Dickson," Amber pleaded. "I...I need this job."

Chase's rare disease, Aplastic Anemia, was the anchor tying her to this dangerous underworld. Her poor nephew was the only blood of her late sister Monique, her only family left in this world. She couldn't lose Chase.

"Then why don't you move! Are you deaf?" Robert Dickson furiously shouted to her ear. Amber nodded as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

"Please follow me, Mr. Lee," Amber stuttered. "Allow me to take you to the VIP room."

"Good," Mr. Lee nodded with satisfaction and passed Robert a hint as Amber turned to lead the way.

Anthony Lee had always been a big casino client, and Robert knew precisely what this big client liked. Mr. Lee was a sexual sadist who enjoyed torturing women in bed with different kinds of tools. He had his eyes on Amber the first time he saw her tonight, but it seemed the woman had avoided him like a virus. He'd make her pay for the rejections she did earlier.

He looked at Amber's legs lustfully. Although Amber is petite and a bit skinny, she is blessed with beauty that men can't take their eyes off at first glance. Tonight, she'll be his bed slave. No one would come to disturb them, no matter how loud she screamed.

"Mr. Lee, we're here. I'll wait for you outside while you change your suit," Amber said, dragging him out of his wild fantasies.

"Do you think you're in charge here?" Mr. Lee snapped. "You were the one who ruined my expensive suit, so you'll be the one to change it for me," he ordered.

Amber's eyes widened, thinking about how she would escape from this dangerous situation. She had a bad feeling about what he would do to her.

"Mr. Lee..." Before Amber could protest, Mr. Lee dragged her into the VIP room. The room smelled strange; she covered her nose, but it was too late. She knew this incense, which was specially made for aphrodisiacs.

Mr. Lee smirked wickedly as he approached, "Tonight is the night; you'll be mine."

With Amber's remaining strength, she tried to pry Mr. Lee's hands from her. But he was so fat and bulky that Amber found it hard to escape against him.

Mr. Lee enjoyed her unhelpful struggles, drooling as he started to tear her uniform. The uniform of the waitress here was supposed to be very revealing, but Amber secretly added some material herself. Mr. Lee hated her conservatism! How did she think she could keep her innocence after selling herself to such a place?

"Just wait for what I have in store for you," he laughed wickedly as he was about to pick one of his torturing tools. Taking the moment he left her a bit, Amber quickly grabbed the wine bottle on the table and smashed it onto Mr. Lee's head. The sound echoed in the room, and the old fat pig groaned in pain.

"You bitch," he grumbled. "You won't get away from this!"'

With this chance that he was unable to gain his posture to get up, Amber hurriedly ran out of the room. Her heart was still pounding wildly in fear. She just injured the VIP of the casino, Robert would definitely not let her off easily. She had to run away from here as soon as possible.

Inside the dimly lit corridor, Amber as she stumbled, disoriented and desperate. The fire of desire burned in her dry throat, a cruel reminder of the aphrodisiac working inside her.

"She's there! Get her!"

Amber panicked as the hired thugs of the casino sounded behind her. NO! She couldn't let them get her! They would tie her under that old pervert, or even worse, she would become a plaything of all Robert's men.

She twisted the first door she could find in her desperation, and luckily, it was unlocked. Breathing heavily, she leaned against the wall, trying to shake off the fear.

"Miss, I didn't order room service," a man said with a hint of humor. He appeared from the comfort room, wearing only a towel in his midsection. His broad shoulders and well-defined physique hinted at strength and confidence, accentuating the allure that surrounded him.

"I..." she wanted to explain but seeing the droplet of water snaking down his magnificent body, she only felt her mouth more dry. Amber looked away from him and pleaded, "Just please let me stay a while, I'll leave after..."

Her words were more like murmur and as she tried to work against the nameless fire inside her, her body heaved intensely in the torn dress, making the air more tempting.

"Are you...?" The moment the man tried to touch and check her condition, a moan of relief came from her throat. Oh, Amber felt his touch was the only panacea she wanted at the moment.

She lustfully looked at the man before her. A tall figure with an imposing presence. His jawline chiseled and eyes piercing, made it impossible for her not to be captivated. And he even smelled surprisingly good, making her unable to resist moving closer to him.

"Please...Own me," she said in almost a whisper. If she had been in a sober state, Amber would have been surprised at how she could have said such a licentious thing.

"Excuse me?" The stranger frowned at the beautiful woman who was voluntarily offering herself to him.

"I want you now," Amber said, her face a few inches close to him. "Shut up and kiss me!" And then, she hungrily owns the man's lips without permission.

The stranger was taken aback by her bold action, but he immediately gained her senses and kissed her. He was fiercer than her, hungrier, letting her know who was in control, but she did cope with his pace.

"Remember you asked for it, little bird." His voice turned deep and husky between their hot kisses. With a hard tug, her already-tattered dress fell to the floor, showing her gorgeous body. She might be a bit petite and skinny but still had perfect curves. Before his hand traced down to her hip, she boldly jumped onto his waist and clipped her legs behind him, making him smirk widen.

Their kisses couldn't be stopped. When he carried her to the bed, they were both naked. Amber's senses were overwhelmed by the mysterious man's smell. She closed her eyes, feeling the pain as the man began thrusting inside her before it was replaced with ecstasy. His every push inside her was so pleasant that drawing them into a long irresistible night.

The following day Amber woke up, and was herself alone in the luxurious suite. Her body was cleaned but a blood stain on the sheet reminded her what happened last night was not a dream. She lost her virginity to a stranger. A stranger, but not her boyfriend whom she had promised to keep this for after their marriage.

"Oh no, how should I explain all this to Kenneth?" Amber felt a headache and suddenly, the harsh ring of the phone pierced the room's silence.

"Get your ass back now, Amber!" Valentina, her stepmother's angry voice echoed through the phone. "Or I'll let you watch Chase die."