She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 949

Morris's hand trailed slowly down her shoulder.

The sensation was agonizingly intense.

After the discipline, her body was hyper-sensitive. Every agonizingly slow, calculated touch sent crashing waves of electricity through her system.

"Sir, please... ruin me. Please," Helena sobbed, begging brokenly. Her hands weakly gripped his forearms, her palms slick with sweat.

"If you're going to beg, do it properly," Morris replied, entirely unbothered. He hadn't even unbuttoned his suit jacket. He still looked like an untouchable aristocrat, yet his eyes burned with the absolute power to consume her.

"Please... use it. Break me."

Hearing the submission he demanded, Morris smiled faintly, his hand gently caressing her flushed cheek.

Helena's pupils blew wide.

A long time passed before she finally came down from the edge.

She had honestly believed the new environment would fix her, that her life would finally get on track. During those early months, her urges had vanished. She hadn't self-harmed, and she hadn't relied on extreme sexual adrenaline to cope with her stress.

For a brief, shining moment, Helena thought she was cured.

Every morning, she would walk into the studio, breathing in the scent of rosin and piano strings, listening to the muffled music drifting from the rehearsal hall. She felt like a normal person.

She didn't need to slice her skin open in the dead of night to prove she was still alive. She didn't need to log into anonymous chat rooms to trade twisted comforts with other broken souls.