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MAYA.

I didn’t think I’d feel overwhelmed, but I did. When he pushed the door open, his massive frame cast a long shadow across the floor. Seeing his face again, even after fourteen years, reignited the hatred that had blossomed the day he destroyed my life.

“Don’t talk, open your legs,” he ordered, his voice soft yet commanding, as he fumbled with his belt.

I stood up and removed the robe.

“If you carry my child, it will only be about the baby,” he continued, his tone flat, detached. “You’ll have your own chamber. Don’t expect anything from me except being well cared for. You’ll only be my breeder.” His breathe, stale, consumed the entire room.

I hummed, trying to suppress the surge of anger rising within me.

“Let me help you with that.” By now, I was completely naked, and his gaze met my body with nothing—no lust, no interest. Nothing.

I closed the distance between us and dropped to my knees in front of him. “What…” He started, but I didn’t give him the chance to finish. Without hesitation, I shoved my hand into his jeans and yanked out his dick. I’d never seen one so big. My lips brushed against his skin, and his trousers fell to the floor with a soft rustle.

Slowly, I ran my lips along his length, unable to fit it fully in my palm. I used both hands to grip him, but still, there was no reaction from him.

Without wasting a moment, I took him in my mouth, my throat constricting as I gagged. He didn’t even flinch.

I pushed deeper, trying to elicit some kind of reaction from him, but there was nothing. No moan, no groan—just silence.

I squeezed his balls, hoping for some kind of sound, but nothing came. Bastard. My ego stung, but I didn’t care. I was here to fuck him. That was all.

“Stop,” he ordered, his hand sliding to my throat, not squeezing, just resting there. He used it to guide me to my feet, then without another word, he led me to the bed.

He turned me toward the silk sheets, then pushed me onto the frame. His heat pressed into my back, his breath hot and suffocating.

“You’re going to have all my babies,” he whispered, his breath against my skin making it hard to breathe. “That’s all.”

I hated being turned over, hated giving up control. I always liked to be on top, to dominate. But now, I was on my knees, bent over, as he took control of my body. It felt like a cruel reminder of my past—how I was treated, how I was always the one beneath.

His hands gripped my waist, and without hesitation, he thrust inside me. I grunted, my fingers digging into the bed sheets as he buried himself deep. It wasn’t gentle—he didn’t care about my comfort. He shoved his way in with one long, brutal stroke.

I cried out, the sting mixing with the familiar feeling of being used.

He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he thrust harder, faster, no mercy. No breaks. His movements were relentless, and it was the first time in years that anyone had fucked me like this. I had always been the one in control, always the one who made them beg. But now, it was him doing the taking.

I tried to hold back my cries, but it was impossible. He filled every inch of me, his cock moving inside me with brutal force. The only sounds in the room were the slaps of skin and my gasps for air.

He didn’t make a sound. Not a single grunt or groan. He just kept going, like I was nothing.

Each stroke felt like a slap to my ego, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

Finally, he came inside me. No grunt, no cry of pleasure. Just the warmth of his release, spreading within me, cold and indifferent. It was nothing compared to the satisfaction I felt at having completed what I came here to do.

It was torture, but the end… the end was worth it.

I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted, while he muttered from behind me, “Nothing but sex will be between us. The maids will take care of you. You’ll have the title of Luna once you conceive. Nothing more, nothing less.”

With that, he turned and walked away.

My body felt sore, my legs trembling as I slowly sat on the edge of the bed. Despite the pain, a smile spread across my face. I had done it. I had come here for one thing, and I had achieved it.

Luna? I scoffed. I didn’t need that title. What I wanted was for him to sob, for him to feel the emptiness of not having an heir. That would be my revenge—watching him fail. Watching him crumble because of me.

And my son? He would grow to hate his father. He would be the one to kill him. That would be my real triumph.

I cleaned myself up, groaning as I made my way to the bathroom. His dick had been huge, and he rammed into me without mercy. Heartless man.

When I finished in the bathroom, I went to the closet the maid had mentioned. I skimmed through the clothes, looking for something to wear. I had to leave soon—before the real woman arrived.

It would take longer for Jerald to explain why the portion was missing. He wouldn’t survive the explanation, not with Leonardo’s merciless ways.

I dressed quickly, grabbing some of the gold from the drawer. I’d need it to survive once I left this place.

Carefully, I made my way out of the room. There were guards posted outside, which meant escaping wouldn’t be easy. But I had to try.

I swallowed, calculating my options. The window was a possible escape route, but the pack house was four stories tall. Jumping down would be risky, but I’d make it work.

I hadn’t thought this through, but I had to move fast. Suddenly, the guards started to fall—one by one which made me gasp. That wasn’t all. A figure dressed in black appeared in front of me, their face covered.

“Come on, I’ll help you out!” Their voice sounded neutral making it hard to recognise if it was a man or woman. Before I could protest or demand an explanation, they grapped my arm and began to run with me, guiding me through an underground exit.

What the hell?! Who was this person, and why were they helping me?