Semua Bab His Terms, My Surrender: Bab 51 - Bab 60

As soon as the door closed, Theo's fake sweetness disappeared.His grip tightened, and his eyes darkened.Gone was the man pretending to be a caring boyfriend.Now, he was just Theo-the ruthless, controlling monster I knew too well.Without a word, he started pulling at my clothes. I struggled, my hands grabbing at his wrists, but it was useless. He was too strong."Don't fight me, Sofia," he said, his voice low and firm. "You know it only makes things worse."My breath hitched as he stripped me bare, leaving me completely exposed.I shivered, not from the cold but from the sheer helplessness of it all.Then his gaze lowered, roaming over my body.The scars.The ones he had put there.His eyes filled with something dark, something twisted-contentment.Like he was admiring his own work.Theo’s gaze lingered on the scars, his fingers tracing over them like they were trophies instead of reminders of my suffering.A smirk played on his lips. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice filled with

I shook my head again, offering her a polite smile. "No, thank you."She pouted slightly, swirling the cocktail in her hand. "You sure? It’s really good.""I'm sure," I said firmly.She tilted her head, studying me with curious green eyes. "Where you from?""New York," I answered.Her lips curved into a playful smile. "New York?" She took a small sip of her drink before shaking her head. "Most people I know in New York love to party... but you?"Her Mexican accent was thick, making her words sound almost musical. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for my answer.Camila tilted her head, her green eyes glinting with curiosity. "So, who are you with—"Before she could finish, Theo finally turned toward us.The moment her gaze landed on him, a slow, knowing smile spread across her face."Ahhhhhhh!" she exclaimed, a mix of surprise and amusement in her voice. "The Mafia Lord of New York."She looked back at me, her expression playful. "Aren't you a bad girl?"I frowned slightly. "What?"Camila

He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the bed. I stumbled, trying to keep my balance, but he was too strong. He threw me onto the mattress, and I bounced slightly, landing on my back. He was on me in an instant, his weight pressing me down.He rolled me over onto my hands and knees, my face buried in the sheets. Before I could react, he gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place. I felt his breath hot on my back as he positioned himself behind me. Then, with a harsh, forceful thrust, he entered me.A small moan escaped my lips as he started to move, his pace quick and rough. "Mmm," I moaned again, my body tensing with each thrust.He didn't slow down, his movements becoming more aggressive. My breath hitched, and I bit my lip to stifle any further sounds. "Ugh," I moaned again. The sound rough and involuntary."Yes," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Just like that. Moan for me, carino." He gripped my hips tighter, pulling me closer. "Yes," he repeated, his thrusts deep

And yet… I wasn’t happy.I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My chest felt heavy, like something was pressing down on me.Why did I feel this way? Why did it bother me so much?Theo was my enemy. He had hurt me, taken everything from me. I should have felt relief knowing he was suffering.But all I felt was… confusion.I closed my eyes, trying to push the thoughts away. But no matter how hard I tried, the image of the report stayed in my mind. The words were clear. Theo was running out of time.And no one knew.A sudden knock on the door made me jump. My heart pounded as I sat up quickly.Who could it be?Before I could say anything, the door opened.It was Theo.He stepped inside, his sharp eyes locking onto mine. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier.For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me.I swallowed hard, trying to keep my face calm.His gaze flickered to the sandwich on the table. “You didn’t eat.”I looked away. “I wasn’t hungry.”Theo t

The next morning, the tension in the air was suffocating.Theo hadn’t spoken to me since last night, but I felt his presence like a shadow, lurking, waiting.When the door finally opened, it wasn’t Hailey who stepped in. It was one of his men—a tall, intimidating figure dressed in a black suit, his face unreadable."Get up. We’re leaving," he said, his tone flat.I exhaled slowly and stood, refusing to let my nerves show.Outside, Theo was already waiting, dressed in a crisp black suit, his expression unreadable. He didn’t acknowledge me as I stepped out.A sleek black Rolls-Royce was parked in the driveway, its tinted windows gleaming under the morning sun. One of Theo’s drivers held the door open, and without a word, I slid inside.Theo followed, settling into the seat beside me, his presence heavy, suffocating.The ride was silent.I stared out the window, watching as the city blurred past. The further we drove, the more upscale the surroundings became. Glass skyscrapers, high-end