He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 136

Seven years of marriage meant she knew exactly what that look in his eyes meant.

He wanted her.

And she was absolutely repulsed.

She refused to let him touch her ever again.

"What do you think?" he scoffed.

His grip on her waist tightened, though he was careful not to use too much force given the baby.

His dark, dangerous eyes locked onto hers.

His lips brushed agonizingly close to her ear.

Helena didn't feel a spark of desire; only sheer terror.

They were locked in a desperate struggle.

The fragile peace they had just negotiated had instantly shattered.

"You demanded I stay here with you, so you better be prepared for the consequences," he murmured ruthlessly. "Did you think I was some kind of monk? That I'd just handle my needs myself?"

The color drained from her face. "Sebastian, I'm pregnant... the doctor said—"

"The doctor said it's perfectly fine after twelve weeks, as long as I don't go too rough," he cut her off sharply.

He didn't give her another chance to speak.

Pulling a pocket square from his jacket, he shoved it into her mouth, muffling her frantic protests.

Pinning both of her wrists with one hand, he slowly, methodically unknotted his tie and lashed her arms to the headboard.

He didn't say a single word the entire time.

The only sounds in the room were the bob of his throat and his ragged, heavy breathing.

What followed was a complete physical takeover that left her utterly drained.

Yet, amid his brutal dominance, a bizarre, barely perceptible tenderness bled through.

Whenever she arched in discomfort, he would carefully support her stomach.

When she twisted in distress, he would press reverent kisses against her skin.

It messed with her mind.

It felt like being dragged into hell, only to be lifted into intoxicating euphoria.

As the heavy musky scent filled the room, the lines of control blurred, making it impossible to tell who was really commanding whom.

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