Chapter 50 Expected #2
Darren jolted forward, a snarl on his face as his arm began to rise.
“Darren, stop!” Sid grabbed his arm to yank him back, but the attempt made Darren turn to grip Sid’s shirt and shove him against the wall.
Wrenching the door open, Darren held Sid fast as he tried to hold on to Darren’s wrist, clinging to his plea.
“You can’t hurt her! Not when she’s carrying your child! ”
“Get the fuck out, Sid,” Darren snarled as he threw him through the doorway and slammed the door shut.
When he turned back around, the dangerous look he gave me should have left me terrified, but I was too pissed off to care.
“You were doing so well,” he commented, shaking his head. “I’m disappointed but not surprised.”
My brow rose. “Did you honestly expect me to weep with joy?”
“No. But a simple nod of acceptance would have been fine.”
I scoffed in disbelief. “You lied to me and tricked me into a false sense of security so you could be free to fucking impregnate me without any adversity. And you expect me to just accept that?!”
“Watch your mouth,” Darren warned, taking a menacing step toward me. “You knew this was coming. You knew what I wanted. And you know I will do whatever it takes to get what I want.”
“So you thought you’d just keep this little scheme all to yourself? Just blindside me out of nowhere when you finally succeeded? Why the hell wouldn’t you just tell me?”
Darren took another step forward, making me back up one. “Like you just said, avoiding adversity. I knew you would try to sabotage my efforts,” he answered, fury lacing his voice. “I chose an effective, less combative path.”
I screeched in disgust. “You mean you chose a cowardly path!”
His eyes blazed with a barely contained rage, and I was so ready to pull that final trigger. “It doesn’t matter what you think, Jaden. It never has. What’s done is done. Now accept it.”
Enraged, I immediately grabbed the closest thing within my reach and flung a book right at Darren’s head. He dodged it, but I kept throwing anything I could touch.
“You lying piece of shit!” A glass vase shattered against the wall as it flew past his shoulder, followed by a lamp that crashed into a picture frame on Sid’s desk. “I can’t believe you did this to me!”
Anger and panic like I’d never experienced before erupted inside me so violently, I had zero hope of containing it. The white-hot and blinding rage destroyed whatever perfect little wifely image I had created, and bore itself a monster.
He shifted his shoulder again, dodging most of the chess pieces I’d grabbed to fling at him. His eyes promised me regret if I didn’t stop, but that train left the brakes at the station.
“I suggest you calm down before you hurt yourself and our baby,” he warned as he took the brunt of the coasters I snatched from somewhere.
“Arhh! Shut up!” I screamed, covering my ears with my hands, hating every word he said.
I didn’t know what made me do it, but all reason went right out the window as I reached down and grabbed my butterfly knife that I often kept hidden in my bra. I had it flipped open and soaring through the air before I could even think about it.
As Darren lunged for me, the blade pierced right into his thigh, mere inches from his femoral artery. He paused mid-stride as he looked down at the knife now sticking out of his leg.
His jaw clenched as he sighed through his nose, barely even grunting as he yanked the knife out and chucked it on the floor. When his dark eyes met mine, deep-seated dread tore through my stomach.
He charged at me, stepping right into my kick aimed at his abdomen, taking the brunt of it without a single flinch, and nearly knocking me off balance as he bulldozed into me. When I swayed backward to catch myself, Darren reached out to snatch both of my wrists and yanked me to his chest.
“Get off me!” I screamed, jerking at his iron grip. “Get the fuck off me—”
“Enough!” he bellowed, causing me to instantly stiffen, my eyes refusing to look up at him. “You knew this day was coming. This should not be a surprise. Accept it and move on.”
I pushed against his chest, hoping to break free of his hold, but he wouldn’t budge, not a single muscle. And the harder I fought to get away, the harder it was to hold back the tears of betrayal that ran down my face.
“You could have told me the truth! Instead, you hid it from me the whole time! You’re nothing but a fucking cowardice snake!”
Darren then rearranged both my wrists into one hand and wrapped the other around my jaw, squeezing far too tightly.
“Careful, my little wife. You may be carrying my child, but that doesn’t exempt you from the consequences of disrespect. This is supposed to be a happy moment for us—”
“This was never going to be a happy moment for us,” I growled, rage grating my voice.
His features darkened. “Why? Because it makes it harder for you to try to leave me now? Is that what you’re still hung up about? That last flicker of hope gone?”
“I don’t want to bring a child into your world just so you can torture it into a monster like YOU!”
Darren smirked then, releasing my jaw with a humorous breath on his lips.
“Tough shit. Securing a legacy is what keeps us in business, keeps us safe as we age. It’s time for you to fulfill that duty to keep this family secure.”
I scoffed. “Fuck you, your legacy, and your family! I can’t believe you fucking did this to me!”
Darren then shoved my upper body over the couch, pinning me in place.
“Believe that it’s going to happen again and again and again until I have as many heirs as I fucking want from you,” he growled, lifting my skirt.
“No! Don’t you dare fucking touch m—”
He was inside me before I could finish my sentence, his steel cock stretching me wide and causing me to cry out. For once, I was grateful the pearls had served me their protective purpose. Gripping my hair, Darren yanked my head back and brought his mouth to my ear.
“This body is mine,” he growled, thrusting deep. “You are mine. And I will do with you as I always have—whatever the fuck I want. I thought you understood this by now.”
His cock rammed in and out of me with such force, his punishing thrusts reminding me exactly why it was futile to argue with him.
“I’ll never trust your word again,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
“I don’t fucking care, Jaden. You’ll do what I say regardless. Do you understand?”
When I didn’t answer, he yanked my hair so hard I thought it would rip from my scalp.
“I said, do you understand?” he growled, purposely thrusting right into my cervix.
I cried out as my nails dug into the leather couch. “Yes.”
He then shoved the side of my head down into the cushion, his hips bucking into mine with animalistic ferocity.
“Who owns you?” he growled down at me, shoving his cock in even deeper.
I gasped in pain, attempting to pull away from the pressure, but he just yanked me back even harder.
“Answer me.”
“You do, you fucking bastard,” I muttered blankly, gritting my teeth as he surged inside me.
“Why am I doing this?”
As his cock continued to spear in and out of me, it dawned on me that even though he was hurting me, my body was still preparing to come. I fucking hated myself sometimes.
“Because you want to,” I murmured, not even bothering to mask the misery in my voice.
“That’s right. And you’ll fucking take it like the good girl I trained you to be.”
My heart didn’t have the will to fight him anymore. Devastation weighed heavy on my limbs as Darren let out the last of his rage on me, fucking me through my humiliating orgasm until he reached his own satisfaction.
When he was finished, he pulled out and tucked his cock back into his pants. He then grabbed my hips and flipped me over, taking my face in one of his hands.
“You have three days to come to terms with this. Three days to mope around and sort through your emotions. And when your pity party time comes to an end, there will be no more complaints. You will prepare for motherhood, whether you’re ready for it or not. Am I clear?”
I could barely stand to answer him. “Yes,” I whispered as his hot cum leaked down the side of my leg.
“Good girl. Now tell me you love me,” he ordered.
I felt my jaw clamp shut, a sickening feeling storming in my stomach, tearing me apart. When his gaze sharpened at my hesitation, I knew my time was up. But at that moment, I had one flicker of rage still left alive.
I shook my head and snarled. “I fucking hate you!”
Darren’s eyes blazed with fury before he reared back and smacked me hard across the face, pain instantly flaring in my cheek. Wrapping his entire hand around my throat, he yanked me closer and squeezed.
“Say the fucking words, or you won’t see Camaro until our child is born,” he threatened, his voice so sharp it cut right to the bone. My heart tore itself in half at his demand, a sob scratching up my throat as several tears escaped down my face.
“I love you,” I muttered through gritted teeth, wishing I could die at that very moment.
A cruel grin curled his lips, his eyes flashing with sinister satisfaction as he basked in his victory. And then he leaned in and kissed me, claiming my mouth with the same ferocity he had on my body. And as more tears spilled down my cheeks, I could feel his thumb gently wiping them away.
When he finally pulled back, he released my face with a victorious smirk on his own, and stood to his full towering height.
“See you at dinner.” With a snicker, he turned to leave the room, collecting my knife from the floor before shutting the door behind him.
My knees gave out a second later, causing me to collapse in a heap onto the floor, surrounded by the mess and absolute chaos I could never escape.
And now… everything was lost.