He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 170

He shoved her effortlessly, sending her tumbling onto the mattress.

Helena scrambled instantly, trying to push herself back to her feet.

"You really don't know when to quit, do you?" Sebastian growled, his jaw ticking furiously.

He practically loomed over her, his imposing frame pinning her down as he knelt on the bed.

Helena was completely trapped beneath him.

The sheer dominance radiating from him felt like a physical weight pressing down on her chest.

The oxygen in the room seemed to evaporate.

"Sebastian!" she screamed.

Before she could utter another syllable, he grabbed a silk handkerchief from his pocket and forcefully shoved it past her lips, silencing her.

She knew exactly what he was about to do.

But this time, the sheer panic in her eyes vanished, quickly replaced by a haunting, deadened composure.

She stared up at him with a look of absolute disgust.

She knew Sebastian fed on her fear. If she begged, it would only satisfy his twisted superiority complex.

She refused to give him the satisfaction.

She had absolutely nothing left to lose.

The only thing keeping her sane was the fleeting image of Wynn's trusting face flashing across her mind.

Sebastian noticed her silent defiance, and the sadistic smirk on his lips only widened.

A sudden, violent tear of fabric echoed through the silent room.

It was a sickening sound that shattered the heavy stillness.

The bedroom was warm, but as the cool air hit her bare skin, she broke out in a violent shiver.

It wasn't the temperature. It was the absolute, bone-deep revulsion chilling her to her core.

He stripped her mercilessly, tossing her torn clothes onto the floor.

Grabbing her by the arms, he hauled her to her feet and shoved her ruthlessly in front of the full-length mirror.

The reflection was utterly humiliating. She was forced to stare at her vulnerable, pregnant body completely exposed to his cruel gaze.

It was a degrading, barbaric display.

And that was exactly what Sebastian wanted her to see.

He was proving a terrifying point: he held absolute, unquestionable dominion over her body.

Keeping her pinned against the glass, he casually shrugged off his tailored jacket.

But she had been a complete fool.

This was purely a release of primal lust; it had absolutely nothing to do with love.

In that moment, staring blankly at the ceiling, she honestly thought she would welcome the sweet release of death.

Exhaustion battered her fragile body until she wilted completely, utterly lifeless and drained of all fight.

After he carried her to the sofa, she lay there like a discarded, broken doll.

She was entirely subjected to his relentless stamina.

Somewhere along the way, the gag had slipped from her mouth.

Yet, she didn't utter a single sound.

She simply stared at him through deadened, lifeless eyes, entirely vacant of any emotion.

The baby kicked violently against her womb, protesting the aggressive movement.

Acting on pure maternal instinct, her hand fluttered down to shield her stomach.

But Sebastian instantly seized her wrist, pinning it mercilessly against the leather cushions.

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," his ruthless, husky voice finally broke the suffocating silence. "After all, you're carrying my son. That is your only bargaining chip, isn't it?"