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Chapter eighty Five

Author: Karen Chilotam
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-02 22:25:15

Sofia didn’t say anything. She just stood there, staring at me with those unreadable blue eyes, her grip still tight on the sheets.

I waited for her to snap back, to throw something sharp and cold at me. But she didn’t.

She just watched me.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating. I hated it.

With a slow exhale, I turned, ready to walk away. I needed distance, space—anything to pull myself together before I did something reckless.

But then, just as I reached the door, her voice stopped me.

"Was everything you said yesterday true?"

I froze. My fingers twitched at my sides.

I didn’t turn around.

I knew exactly what she was asking. Knew exactly what she wanted me to confirm.

That I had fallen for her.

That she wasn’t just a plaything, a deal, a temporary obsession.

That she had somehow become something more.

I should’ve ignored her. Walked out and left her question hanging in the air. But instead, I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head.

“You really think that, Sofia?” I turned sli
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    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

  • His Terms, My Surrender   Chapter ninety nine

    I left her chained to the bed, my seed spilling from her. I smeared the rest across her stomach and thighs, a final, humiliating mark. I stepped back, observing the damage I had inflicted. A dark satisfaction settled over me. I wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot. I knew another round was coming.I watched her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The sight of her, broken and humiliated, fueled a dark, possessive desire within me. I wanted to see how much she could take, how far I could push her before she shattered completely. I moved to the side of the room, towards a small table where I kept a decanter of whiskey. I poured myself a generous amount, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. I took a long, slow sip, the burning sensation a welcome distraction from the lingering rage that still simmered within me. I turned back to her, my gaze fixed on her broken form. "So," I asked, my voice low and menacing, "are you enjoying this?"She didn't answer, her eyes closed, her body

  • His Terms, My Surrender   Chapter ninety eight

    She remained frozen, her body trembling, her eyes wide with terror. "I... I can't," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.My patience snapped. I grabbed her arm, pulling her roughly towards the bed. With a forceful shove, I threw her onto the plush mattress. She landed with a soft thud, her eyes widening in fear as I loomed over her."Fine," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "If you won't perform willingly, then we'll do it my way."I walked to a nearby cabinet, opening it to reveal a set of polished steel chains. I turned back to her, a cruel smile playing on my lips. "I know this wasn't exactly what he did," I said, the chains clinking in my hand, "but you know mine comes with style."I moved back to the bed, and with swift, efficient movements, I chained her wrists to the bedposts. Then, I secured her ankles, leaving her spread-eagled and completely at my mercy.I turned to her, my gaze sweeping over her bound form. A slow, deliberate smile spread across my face. I began to u

  • His Terms, My Surrender   Chapter ninety seven

    "Theo, please," she begged, her voice a broken whisper, "you're wrong, you have to believe me." I watched her, my expression flat. "Strip," I said, my voice low and hard. Her eyes widened, fear now a stark, undeniable presence. "No," she choked out, shaking her head. "Please, Theo, don't do this." I tilted my head, a faint, cruel smile playing on my lips. "Oh, you're not going to cooperate? Fine. I suppose I could call a few of my men to help you. They're always so eager to assist." I paused, feigning a casual glance around the room. "Or, you know, you could just make this easier on yourself. Your choice." Her breath hitched, a sob escaping her lips. Tears streamed down her face, blurring her vision. She remembered this room, the cold, the fear, the utter lack of control. She had thought, prayed, that she was done with this, that things were changing. That *he* was changing. Slowly, her trembling fingers reached for the zipper of her gown. Each movement was agonizing, a stark

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  • His Terms, My Surrender   Chapter ninety five

    A sharp pounding echoed in my skull as I stirred awake, my body heavy, sluggish. The sheets beneath me were soft—too soft. This wasn’t my bed. This wasn’t Theo’s bed.Panic clawed at my chest as I slowly pushed myself up, realizing with a sickening jolt that I was only half-dressed. My dress was still on, but the straps had slipped down my shoulders, my heels discarded on the floor. My fingers trembled as I reached for them, my heart hammering in my ribs.Where am I?The room was dim, but as my vision adjusted, I noticed the luxurious surroundings—dark velvet drapes, a crystal chandelier, and a faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. It was unfamiliar.My throat was dry as I stumbled off the bed, hurriedly fixing my dress. My body felt strange, weak. I forced my legs to move, searching for my purse, my phone—anything. But my hands were empty.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I hesitated only a second before moving toward the door. I needed to get out of here.The momen

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