The Blackwood estate had turned into a tomb.
Sophia moved through the halls like a ghost—silent, hollow-eyed, avoiding every room where Damien and I might be. She took her meals in her bedroom. She spoke only when necessary, and even then her words were clipped and cold. The warmth that once filled the mansion was gone, replaced by thick, suffocating tension and the constant, heavy scent of s*x that seemed to cling to every surface.
I was never allowed to be clean.
Damien ensured that.
That night, after Sophia had retreated to her room early, he found me in the library. Without a word, he locked the door, bent me over the heavy oak reading table, and shoved my dress up to my waist.
“No panties again,” he noted with dark approval, spreading my ass cheeks. My cunt was already swollen an
