ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 79: Give birth to my child

Valerie crumpled in the corner of the room, her knees buckling under the weight of a night that refused to end. The dim light cast harsh shadows across her tear-streaked face. In front of her, Demian towered a silhouette swallowing any remnants of hope she might have clung to.

"Look at me, Val," Demian’s voice was sharp, dangerously soft like a whisper from the grave. His hand clamped around her chin, forcing her gaze upward.

"Do you really think your tears mean anything to me?"

Valerie sobbed, trying to swat his hand away, but her strength had deserted her no fight left, only fear and a burning sense of humiliation eating at her core.

"I... I want to leave..." she choked out, every word a forbidden act she knew would be punished.

Demian chuckled coldly.

"Leave? You can’t even stand without my permission." He leaned in, his breath searing against her cheek. "Your body, your spirit, even your most pitiful tears... they’re all mine. You’re a broken doll I keep alive just so I can savor your destruction night after night."

Each word lashed at Valerie’s soul like an invisible whip, shattering the last fragments of her dignity. She squeezed her eyes shut, praying it would all disappear, but Demian’s voice burrowed deep inside her mind.

"You’ll stay right here, Val. Watching yourself fall apart every day is a satisfaction nothing else could ever give me. Don’t even dream of being free from me." Demian crushed Valerie not with touch, but with every word—stripping her bare, humiliating, exposing her helplessness.

That night, Valerie could only remain silent. Her tears had dried up; her spirit fractured. There was no freedom only fear, humiliation, and Demian’s satisfied laughter echoing as he delighted in her ruin.

Demian grew wilder with every passing second, his eyes burning with manic obsession as Valerie begged, her voice hoarse and desperate, "Please... Demian, please, no more, I can’t take it..."

He ignored her pleas, holding her gaze with a chilling authority. "There’s no escape, Valerie. Everything you are belongs to me. Your fear, your agony your entire existence. I’ll break you again and again until you understand: you have no future but the one I carve into you."

With each word he leaned in, savoring the terror and defeat in her eyes.

"You think you can beg your way out? You think I care about your tears?" His laugh was cold and cruel. "No, Valerie. You will remember this night as the moment your last hope, your last shred of dignity, was ripped away for my pleasure alone."

Demian’s threats echoed, filling Valerie with a fresh wave of dread and humiliation, her mind shattering under the weight of his control. In that darkness, all she could do was drown in his merciless cruelty a living testament to his need to ruin her completely.

The hours blurred into a haze of torment and obsession, Demian never relenting, pushing Valerie past the threshold of exhaustion. Every breath she drew became more ragged, her body trembling, not just from fatigue, but from the relentless onslaught of Demian’s will.

Valerie’s pleas faded to incoherent whispers; her mind reeled, battered by Demian’s insatiable demands. He reveled in her weakness, his voice slicing through her delirium,

"You’re mine until you break, Valerie. Your collapse is a triumph, proof of my power over you."

Her world narrowed: sweat-soaked sheets, the crushing weight of Demian’s presence, the suffocating knowledge that escape was impossible. She clung to consciousness, only to be swept away by waves of overwhelming submission and humiliation.

When the room finally fell silent, Valerie’s body was limp, drained beyond anything she’d ever known.

Demian watched with predatory satisfaction, savoring the sight of her complete and utter defeat. In that darkness, her spirit lay shattered, her mind echoing with his cruel laughter as she drifted helplessly toward oblivion.

Demian’s fury radiated through every inch of the room. He refused Valerie even a moment’s respite, his anger burning with an unforgiving, possessive heat. As she lay limp and broken, barely conscious, he seized her shoulders, shaking her back to awareness.

"You don’t get to rest, Valerie, not until you do as I say."

Dazed and trembling, Valerie struggled to focus, her mind clouded by exhaustion and fear. But Demian had no mercy. His words were relentless, echoing like thunder,

"You think you can defy me? You think your little tricks your pills, will keep you safe from me?" He leaned in, his voice low and venomous. "You are nothing but mine, body and future both. You will not leave this room, not until I hear you beg, promise me you’ll obey. Promise you’ll never deny me what’s mine again."

Valerie’s resistance was in tatters. Every threat, every command pressed down on her, suffocating, humiliating. Demian’s obsession was a prison from which there was no escape he wanted to own not just her body, but her fate, her choices, her very destiny.

"You’ll surrender everything you’ll give me what I demand. Swear it, Valerie. Swear that from this moment, your body’s purpose is only what I decide. Swear you’ll never try to escape me again. Only then maybe will you be allowed a moment’s peace."

The air was thick with domination and despair. Valerie’s strength failed; shame and fear overwhelmed her as Demian forced her to confront the terrifying reality of his power. There was no relief only the iron will of a man determined to possess her completely.

Finally cornered beneath Demian’s merciless pressure, Valerie crawled forward, sobs wracking her body and shame burning in her cheeks. Her voice broke, almost inaudible, 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"I... I’m sorry, Demian. I’ll do anything you want anything. I promise."

But Demian’s gaze remained cold, unmoved. He leaned in, gripping Valerie’s chin so she couldn’t avert her eyes from his piercing stare. "Not enough," he whispered, each word a dagger.

"Say it clearly, Valerie. I want to hear it from your own lips. What will you do for me?"

Valerie choked her eyes brimming with tears and defeat. She knew there was no escape. Finally, in a broken, humiliated whisper, she said,

"I... I’ll get pregnant and bear your child. I promise I won’t refuse again... I’ll be your woman."

A thin smile flickered across Demian’s lips, finally satisfied as he watched Valerie shatter completely beneath his power.

"Good... That’s the way my woman should be. I like obedient women, ones who know their place."