"...Then let me go," Thalia narrowed her gaze, clearly not trusting him—especially not after the condition he left her in.
Who knew when this man might lose control again?
It was a relief she'd been drugged. If not, the mental trauma might've broken her. The body might recover—but not the mind.
"You want to escape your family, don't you?" Cruxius asked, taking a step closer.
"They're not my family," Thalia replied with narrowed eyes and folded arms, voice cold as ice. She refused to acknowledge people who would go that far to destroy her as family.
"Then become mine," Cruxius said, closing the distance between them.
He reached up and placed a hand gently on her cheek—warm, careful, almost tender.
His thumb brushed along her cheekbone as he tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, giving her a soft smile that reached his eyes.
"Trust me, and I promise I'll love you forever."
The sincerity in his voice was palpable. Real. Raw.
"...Okay..." Thalia said, eyes meeting his with a blank expression, voice quiet and matching his tone perfectly.
Too perfectly.
That's exactly why Cruxius knew she was lying.
'Haha... She's definitely going to run the moment she gets out of this mansion...'
He could see it in her eyes—the way they didn't quite soften, the way her body remained tense despite his touch, the way her lips pressed together just a fraction too tightly.
She was already planning her escape.
And somehow, that only made him want her more.
"Good," he said aloud, trailing his hand slowly down as if he believed her completely. "Then let's have the seventh round."
"W-wait—" Thalia barely got the word out.
His hand yanked down hard—too fast for her to even blink. The thin straps of her dress gave way instantly, fabric sliding down past her shoulders, and her breasts spilled free.
They bounced from the sudden release, pale and full, nipples already hardening from exposure to the cool air of the hallway.
"Ah—!" Her hands flew up instinctively to cover herself, eyes wide as dinner plates, face flushing crimson. "What are you—"
But before she could finish—before she could even process what just happened—he moved.
His body pressed against hers, one hand shoving her back until her spine hit the wall with a dull thud.
The impact knocked the breath from her lungs.
His free hand was already moving, fingers bunching up the hem of her dress, shoving it up past her thighs.
"Stop—" she gasped, but his hand was already there—sliding beneath the thin cotton of her panties, rough fingers pushing inside without warning.
"Ahhh!" Her head rolled back against the wall, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as two thick fingers plunged deep into her pussy.
Still sore. Still swollen from last night.
The sudden intrusion sent a jolt of pain-pleasure through her core that made her knees buckle.
She was wet. God, she was already wet.
His mouth sealed over her left breast, hot and demanding.
His tongue swirled around her nipple before his teeth grazed it—just enough to make her gasp—and then he sucked. Hard.
"Ngh—!" Her body arched involuntarily, pressing her chest further into his mouth as his fingers curled inside her, rubbing against that spot that made her see white.
His other hand groped her right breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh like he owned it, thumb rolling over her nipple until it peaked painfully hard.
"Ahhh—fuck—" The moan ripped out of her before she could stop it, breathless and broken.
Drool began forming at the corner of her mouth as pleasure spiked through her in waves she couldn't fight.
His fingers pumped faster, thumb pressing against her clit in tight circles.
Her walls clenched around him reflexively, thighs trembling as heat pooled low in her belly.
It didn't even take seconds.
"W-wait—I'm—ahhhh!" Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she came hard on his fingers, body convulsing, knees giving out completely.
She collapsed.
Her knees hit the floor with a dull thump, hands bracing against his thighs to keep from falling further. She was panting, vision blurry, mind struggling to catch up with what just happened.
The sound of a zipper cut through the haze.
Her gaze lifted—still dazed—and froze.
His cock was right there. Inches from her face. Thick and already hard, the head flushed dark and glistening with precum. It bobbed slightly as he pulled it free from his pants, and the sheer size of it made her throat tighten.
"Open up," he said, voice low and rough.
The head of his cock pressed against her lips—hot and insistent.
"Mmph—" She tried to protest, tried to pull back, but his hand tangled in her hair, gripping tight at the base of her skull.
"I want you to love me," he murmured, looking down at her with half-lidded eyes. "Show me."
And then he pushed.
"Mmmmph!" Her eyes flew wide as he shoved himself deep—too deep—filling her mouth completely until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat.
She gagged instantly, body jerking, hands pushing weakly against his thighs.
But he didn't stop.
His hips rocked forward, forcing himself deeper, and her eyes rolled back as her throat convulsed around him. Tears sprang to her eyes, hot and stinging, spilling down her cheeks as he fucked her mouth without mercy.
"Fuck—yeah, just like that," he groaned, head tilting back as he thrust again.
She couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Her mind was a mess of panic and confusion and something else—something that made her thighs clench together even as she choked on him.
Her hands gripped his thighs tighter, nails digging into the fabric of his pants, but she didn't push him away.
She just tried to process it—tried to understand why her body was responding when her mind was screaming at her to fight back.
His pace quickened, hips snapping forward in shallow thrusts that made obscene wet sounds fill the hallway. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with the tears streaming down her face.
"Shit—I'm—" His grip in her hair tightened painfully.
And then he came.
Hot and thick, his cum flooded her mouth, hitting the back of her throat in heavy spurts. She choked, eyes squeezing shut as she struggled to swallow, but there was too much.
It spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping down her chin in messy rivulets.
He pulled out slowly, the head of his cock dragging across her bottom lip, leaving a final string of cum connecting them before it broke.
She gasped for air, coughing and sputtering, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was a mess—tears streaking through smudged makeup, drool and cum coating her lips and chin, eyes red and glassy.
He looked down at her—at the absolute wreck he'd made of her—and grinned.
"You're the best for face fucks, Thalia."
Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Just a shaky exhale as her body trembled on her knees before him.
"Y-you.. cough... cough... B-bastard!"