Chapter 7

Chloe’s POV

Sophie’s suspicion was getting sharper.

She noticed the careful way I walked, the constant flush on my face, the way Victor’s eyes lingered on me a little too long.

At lunch she asked suddenly,

“Are you feeling okay? You’ve been distracted all day.”

My pulse jumped. I shook my head too fast.

“I’m fine… just the heat. I’m a little tired.”

She stared at me for a few seconds longer. She didn’t push, but that look left a cold trail down my spine.

That night Sophie said,

“I’ll sleep in the middle tonight.”

Victor agreed without argument, voice calm.

The moment she was truly asleep, though, his arm reached across and dragged me straight to him.

Before I could even struggle he was already pushing into me from behind.

This time there was no restraint. Every deep, heavy thrust slammed against the spot that made my vision blur.

I buried my face in the pillow and bit down hard on the fabric.

Sophie slept less than half a meter away, breathing even.

Terror and want crashed together inside me. My walls kept clenching around him, greedy and tight no matter how hard I tried to stay still.

“Quieter… she’ll hear…” I whispered.

He only drove deeper, lips against my ear.

“Then squeeze tighter and keep your mouth shut. Make one sound and I’ll make sure she hears exactly how you sound when I fuck you until you cry.”

I obeyed. Every time he buried himself to the hilt I bit the pillow and swallowed every moan.

But the pleasure built too fast. My hips started rolling back to meet him on their own.

He felt it, gave a low laugh, and sped up.

The orgasm hit hard and sudden.

A short, broken whimper escaped before I could stop it. Sophie stirred and rolled over.

Victor’s hand clamped over my mouth at once. At the same time he shoved his hips forward and locked every inch of his cock deep inside me, completely still.

The three of us were close enough to touch.

Fear made my whole body shake, but the terror only made my cunt spasm harder around him—hard enough that I almost made him come.

Sweat slid down my temples. I could barely breathe.

Only when Sophie’s breathing evened out again did he finally let go of my mouth.

He didn’t keep fucking me on the bed. He simply lifted me and carried me to the living-room sofa.

This time he held nothing back—deep, relentless strokes aimed straight at the place that wrecked me.

I sobbed and begged him to slow down. He only bit my earlobe and growled,

“This cunt is gripping me so hard. You want me to fill your belly, don’t you?”

“Yes… want you to fill me…” The words came out soft and ruined. “Please… deeper…”

That broke the last of his control. He started pounding into me without mercy.

I kept sliding up the cushions; all I could do was cling to him.

Pleasure stacked too fast. I was already shaking on the edge when he deliberately slowed, grinding deep.

“If you want me to fuck you until you lose control, say it.”

“I want it… want you to fuck me until I can’t hold it…” I lifted my hips and took him deeper, walls pulsing greedily around every inch.

Only then did he give me what I asked for—dozens of hard, deep thrusts that drove me straight over the edge.

In the middle of the orgasm his cock suddenly swelled inside me.

The knot locked into place, stretching the deepest part of me until the pressure stole every sound from my throat.

My head fell back. Tears spilled freely. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

Victor lowered his head and bit down on the back of my neck, injecting his pheromones as the first thick pulse of cum flooded me.

The heat of his release and the claim of his scent hit at the same time. Something inside me shattered.

I hated that he was marking me. I also couldn’t deny that my body had already surrendered—every inch of my cunt was trying to keep him deeper, and I had no strength left to fight it.

While we were locked together he gave small, shallow thrusts that kept dragging little aftershocks out of me.

I cried and held onto him, tilting my neck higher to offer him more.

The knot stayed locked for a long time.

When it finally softened he pulled out.

I collapsed on the sofa, legs open, the fresh bite on my nape still throbbing.

The only sound left in the living room was our uneven breathing.

The mark was complete.

Sophie still slept in the master bedroom, completely unaware of everything that had just happened.