Page 207 of Stand: Part One

Darren smirked then, releasing my jaw with a humorous breath on his lips.

“Tough shit. Securing a legacy is what keeps us in business, keeps us safe as we age. It’s time for you to fulfill that duty to keep this family secure.”

I scoffed. “Fuck you, your legacy, and your family! I can’t believe you fucking did this to me!”

Darren then shoved my upper body over the couch, pinning me in place.

“Believe that it’s going to happen again and again and again until I have as many heirs as I fucking want from you,” he growled, lifting my skirt.

“No! Don’t you dare fucking touch m?—”

He was inside me before I could finish my sentence, his steel cock stretching me wide and causing me to cry out. For once, I was grateful the pearls had served me their protective purpose. Gripping my hair, Darren yanked my head back and brought his mouth to my ear.

“This body is mine,” he growled, thrusting deep. “You are mine. And I will do with you as I always have—whatever the fuck I want. I thought you understood this by now.”

His cock rammed in and out of me with such force, his punishing thrusts reminding me exactly why it was futile to argue with him.

“I’ll never trust your word again,” I muttered through gritted teeth.

“I don’t fucking care, Jaden. You’ll do what I say regardless. Do you understand?”

When I didn’t answer, he yanked my hair so hard I thought it would rip from my scalp.

“I said, do you understand?” he growled, purposely thrusting right into my cervix.

I cried out as my nails dug into the leather couch. “Yes.”

He then shoved the side of my head down into the cushion, his hips bucking into mine with animalistic ferocity.

“Who owns you?” he growled down at me, shoving his cock in even deeper.

I gasped in pain, attempting to pull away from the pressure, but he just yanked me back even harder.

“Answer me.”

“You do, you fucking bastard,” I muttered blankly, gritting my teeth as he surged inside me.

“Why am I doing this?”

As his cock continued to spear in and out of me, it dawned on me that even though he was hurting me, my body was still preparing to come. I fucking hated myself sometimes.

“Because you want to,” I murmured, not even bothering to mask the misery in my voice.

“That’s right. And you’ll fucking take it like the good girl I trained you to be.”

My heart didn’t have the will to fight him anymore. Devastation weighed heavy on my limbs as Darren let out the last of his rage on me, fucking me through my humiliating orgasm until he reached his own satisfaction.

When he was finished, he pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants. He then grabbed my hips and flipped me over, taking my face in one of his hands.

“You have three days to come to terms with this. Three days to mope around and sort through your emotions. And when your pity party time comes to an end, there will be no more complaints. You will prepare for motherhood, whether you’re ready for it or not. Am I clear?”

I could barely stand to answer him. “Yes,” I whispered as his hot cum leaked down the side of my leg.

“Good girl. Now tell me you love me,” he ordered.

I felt my jaw clamp shut, a sickening feeling storming in my stomach, tearing me apart. When his gaze sharpened at my hesitation, I knew my time was up. But at that moment, I had one flicker of rage still left alive.

I shook my head and snarled. “I fucking hate you!”