Chapter 97 The Taste Of Contempt
- I surveyed the scene: Sofia, chained to the bed, her body marked with my violence; Elianna, unconscious and bound on the floor. A sense of dark satisfaction washed over me. They were both mine, completely at my mercy. I moved to the liquor cabinet, pouring another glass of whiskey. I needed to plan my next move.
- I strode over to Elianna, her unconscious form sprawled on the floor. With a sneer, I spread her legs wide, exposing her to my gaze. "You wanted to be a mother, Elianna?" I hissed, my voice dripping with contempt. "Well, let's see how you like this kind of motherhood." With a brutal thrust, I entered her, ignoring her limpness, her vulnerability. "Maybe this little bastard will learn some manners in there," I growled, each thrust a vicious punishment. "Learn to pick a better mother, perhaps."
- I continued my assault, my movements harsh and punishing, a brutal expression of my rage. But I held back, refusing to give her the satisfaction of my release. I withdrew, leaving her empty and violated.