Chapter 389. The Offer Still Available... If She Wants A Baby From Me!**

Chapter 389: 389. The Offer Still Available... If She Wants A Baby From Me!**

As he mocked her, he shoved his right hand up to her face, forcing two thick fingers into her mouth. He didn’t just put them there; he shoved them past her teeth, stretching her lips wide until her mouth was a gaping, obscene hole.

"Mmmph! Nnnngh!" Aveline could only produce wet, muffled noises as her tongue was pushed aside, her dignity stripped away by his laughter and his touch.

Then, with the agility of a predator, Mike shifted. He pulled her upright, turning her around so they were facing each other.

The transition was seamless, the wet slap of their bodies parting followed immediately by the slick slide of him repositioning. This time, instead of the tight constriction of her ass, he drove his cock straight into her dripping, swollen pussy.

SQUELCH! SLIP! THWACK!

"Ahhhhhh! Oh god, Mike!" Aveline gasped as her legs wrapped around his waist, her inner walls clenching around him.

The shift from anal to vaginal penetration felt like a different kind of fire—softer, but somehow more intimate and overwhelming.

Mike began to thrust again, but the rhythm was different. It wasn’t the punishing brutality of before; it was deliberate, measured, and maddeningly controlled.

He was hitting her G spot with every stroke, but he was pulling back just as she reached the edge. He was edging her, keeping her on the precipice of a climax she couldn’t reach.

’Nnngh... ah... ah... oh god...’ Aveline’s thoughts were racing, a chaotic storm beneath her glazed expression. ’Why isn’t he cumming?’

’Why won’t he just finish? He’s killing me... he’s making me burn up from the inside, and he won’t let me release!’ The frustration was building in her chest like steam in a pressure cooker, making her moan with increasing desperation.

"Please... Mike... fuck... just finish... please..."

Mike leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear, his cock sliding in and out with agonizing precision.

"Heh?" he whispered, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "You still haven’t said no to my offer, have you?"

"Are you seriously considering it?" The question hung between them, heavy with the implication of whatever dark deal he had proposed amidst the chaos. "I’m serious, you know... I could give you everything you want, and all I need is for you to belong to me completely."

Aveline’s head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes half closed as another wave of unfulfilled pleasure crashed through her. The physical torment of being edged was breaking her mental defenses.

"I... I know you’re not... joking..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I know you mean it... oh fuck, Mike... please... just fuck me... I’ll do whatever you want... just don’t stop... don’t stop!"

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

The sound of their bodies meeting became more urgent as Mike increased the speed slightly, but he still kept that cruel control.

"Say it then," he demanded, his hips slamming into hers with enough force to make her teeth chatter. "Say you’ll accept... Say that you’re mine again and again."

"I’m yours! I’m fucking yours!" she screamed, her voice raw. "Anything! Just fuck me harder!"

"Fill me up! AAAAAHHHHH!! OH GOD!! MIKE!!" The room was filled with the sounds of their wet friction and her desperate, unhinged cries as she spiraled further into the trap he had set for her.

Mike shifted his stance, pulling his arms away from her body to plant both hands firmly on his own hips. He arched his back slightly, deliberately slowing the pace to a maddeningly shallow grind, each stroke barely penetrating her before withdrawing.

The position allowed him to loom over her like a conqueror, his chest puffed out, his muscles gleaming with sweat. A smug, predatory grin spread across his face as he watched her unravel.

He looked utterly unshakable, radiating a level of cockiness that was as intoxicating as it was infuriating.

"Look at you," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Stretched open, panting like a bitch, begging for something I’m not ready to give you yet."

He reached down, his large hands clamping onto her hips like iron shackles. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving crescent-shaped bruises as he began to control the tempo with cruel precision.

He started whispering to her not words of comfort, but twisted, degrading promises that cut through her arousal like a blade.

"You think this is pleasure, Aveline?" he sneered, thrusting upward with a sharp, stinging force that made her hips jerk involuntarily. "This is ownership..."

"I’m rewiring your fucking brain."

"Every time you feel this cock, you’re going to remember that you don’t own your own body anymore."

"You don’t even own your own climax... That belongs to me now."

The words were vile, designed to strip away any remaining shred of her self-respect. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued the verbal assault.

"You’re just a vessel, a pretty little hole for me to use whenever I feel like breaking something."

"And the best part? You’re going to thank me for it."

As he spoke, the room fell into a strange, charged silence. Aveline stopped moaning.

Her mouth pressed into a thin, tight line, and her eyes shuttered closed. The raw, unfiltered cruelty of his teasing the way he played with her nerves like a cat with a mouse hit a nerve she couldn’t suppress.

She hated this. She hated how he could turn her own desire against her, using the very thing she craved to punish her.

The anger mingled with the unbearable frustration of being edged, creating a toxic cocktail that left her speechless. She couldn’t scream because she would rather not give him the satisfaction of hearing her break; she would rather not acknowledge the power he was claiming over her mind.

SQUELCH... SLIP... SQUELCH...

The only sounds in the room now were the wet, obscene noises of his cock sliding against her slick walls and the heavy, deliberate breathing of two people locked in a power struggle.

Mike noticed her silence, and instead of being deterred, his smirk only widened. He loved this defiance, the silent fury, and the way she tried to reclaim herself even as he drove his cock deeper into her core.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart?" Mike taunted, deliberately grinding his pelvis against hers in a slow, circular motion that sent sparks of unwanted electricity through her cunt. "Lost your voice? Or are you finally realizing that you’re completely powerless against me?"

He increased the pressure on her hips, forcing her to take the full weight of his cock. "Don’t go quiet on me now."

"I want to hear you beg..."

"I want to hear you admit that even when I’m insulting you, even when I’m making you feel like absolute shit, you still want this more than anything else in the world."

He delivered three rapid, shallow thrusts—PLAP, PLAP, PLAP—that were more about humiliation than pleasure, each one designed to remind her exactly where she stood: beneath him, owned by him, and utterly helpless to stop the slow, delicious torment he was inflicting.

Mike suddenly broke the tense silence by grabbing Aveline’s wrists, hauling her upright from the bed with terrifying strength.

Before she could even register the change in momentum, he spun her around and slammed her back against the cool, hard surface of the wall. The impact forced a startled gasp from her lungs, her breasts flattening against the plaster.

"I’m not done playing with you yet," Mike growled, his eyes dark with a hunger that went beyond simple lust.

Desperate for stability, Aveline threw her right arm out, pressing her palm hard against the wall to support her weight. Her legs felt like water, but she managed to brace herself as Mike stepped back between her thighs.

He didn’t waste time with gentleness; he grabbed her left thigh, hiking it up with brute force and forcing her leg to wrap around his waist, pressing it high against her chest. This opened her up completely, leaving her pussy exposed and vulnerable to his next move.

"Raise it higher," he commanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous register. "Show me everything."

With one powerful lunge, he drove himself back inside her.

SQUELCH! SLAP!

"AAAAHHHHH!! OH GOD!! MIKE!!" Aveline’s scream shattered the quiet of the room.

The angle was devastating. Being pressed against the wall while one leg was elevated meant he was hitting her cervix with every single thrust, each stroke penetrating deeper than any position before.

The friction was intense, the wet slapping sound of his pelvis against her ass echoing off the wall behind her.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

"Yes... fuck yes!!" she cried out, her head lolling back against the wall.

Despite the humiliation and the cruelty of his words earlier, the sheer physical sensation was overwhelming her ability to think.

A delirious, involuntary smile spread across her lips even as tears of pleasure pricked at her eyes. The pain and the ecstasy had fused into something inseparable.

As he continued to pound into her with relentless rhythm, her mind began to spiral into a different kind of haze. The question he had asked earlier and the offer he had made raced through her fevered brain.

’D-does he really want to have a child with me...?’ she wondered frantically, her thoughts fragmented by each thrust. ’Is he serious?’

’Does he actually want to claim me like that... to put something inside me and make me carry it?’