Three days of suffocating silence.
Sophia had not left her room. She took food only when Damien left trays outside her door. No words. No eye contact. Just the occasional sound of muffled crying that drifted through the walls like a ghost haunting the mansion.
The guilt was eating me alive.
But Damien’s hunger only grew.
He found me in the master bathroom that afternoon, fresh from a shower. I was still naked, water dripping down my noticeably swollen belly, when he stepped in behind me and pressed me against the cold marble wall.
“Enough moping,” he growled, yanking my hips back and kicking my legs apart. “My daughter can sulk all she wants. Your womb doesn’t get a break.”
His thick c**k rubbed between my ass cheeks, already hard and leaking. He spat on my asshole, then forced the f
