Rejected Luna Returns with Secret Twins (Lysandra) novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176

I stood frozen in place, Tristan’s proposition threatening to crush me.

My mind raced through every possible escape route, searching desperately for any alternative that would protect my children and my family. But every path led to the same dead end. I was trapped–again–by Tristan, only this time in a more humiliating way.

My thoughts were a battlefield where hatred, gratitude, and confusion fought for dominance. I hated his manipulation, hated how he leveraged my weakness to force my submission. Yet I couldn’t deny that he’d saved my family on that battlefield.

And that unfathomable look in his eyes made me question his true intentions. What did he really want? My body? My soul? Or something more cruel–my dignity?

“No other conditions?” My voice trembled as I made one last attempt at negotiation.

Tristan’s lips curled into a cold smile, but his eyes remained sharp as steel. “None. You know my terms. You will submit willingly, not merely endure.”

His words stung like a lash across my heart. This wasn’t just about physical dominance. He wanted my pride, my will–crushed completely beneath his heel.

I clenched my jaw, considering resistance, considering fighting back with fists or screams, but I knew it would be pointless. My children, my remaining family–they all balanced on a knife’s edge. I had no choice.

Every step toward him felt like dragging lead weights. Each movement tore another piece from my soul.

My fingers shook as they touched the first button of my shirt, slowly undoing it. The fabric parted, revealing the pale skin of my shoulder.

Tristan stood watching, his expression unreadable, neither stopping me nor urging me on. His silence pressed down on me more heavily than any words could have.

I forced myself not to look at him as I undid the second button, then the third, until my shirt hung open, exposing the curves of my breasts and the softness of my skin.

Shame washed over me in waves, but I forced myself to think of my family–for them, I would sacrifice anything.

Fragments of memory invaded my mind without permission. Times when we’d been intimate, when Tristan’s touch had been gentle, if not loving. His eyes had never shown real affection during those moments, but at least his hands had been tender on my skin, his movements careful and controlled. Those memories overlapped with my current humiliation, making my stomach churn. I tried to detach, to let only my body exist in that moment while my spirit fled.

Tristan finally moved. He approached me, his breath hot against my skin, carrying a scent both familiar and foreign. His fingers touched my chin, forcing me to look up into his eyes.

His gaze was complex–desire mixed with something deeper. I wanted to recoil, but his hand had already slid to my neck, his thumb tracing my pulse point.

His lips followed, pressing against my neck, sucking lightly, leaving a faint sting. My body betrayed me with a shiver that ran down my spine, my breathing quickening despite my self–loathing.

His kisses traveled lower, across my collarbone, until they reached my breast. His tongue flicked over my nipple, the wet heat making me bite my lip to suppress a moan.

His other hand cupped my other breast, kneading with a gentleness that somehow contained possession–marking territory, His teeth grazed my nipple, the slight pain mixing with pleasure, making my body arch toward him. I closed my eyes, trying to distance myself, but every inch of me responded to him.

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Chapter 176

He didn’t stop. His hands moved to my waist, unfastening my pants, sliding them down slowly but firmly to reveal my long legs and the edge of my underwear.

His fingers traced my inner thighs, teasing, getting closer to my center but deliberately avoiding it. My breathing became ragged as I tried to close my legs, only to have Tristan’s hand firmly push them apart. His fingers finally slipped beneath my underwear, rubbing against my most sensitive spot, eliciting waves of shameful pleasure.

Still so sensitive, Lysandra. Tristan’s voice was low, taunting yet somehow tender. His fingers slid inside me, moving slowly and precisely, as if deliberately making me feel every sensation.

My thighs trembled as I clenched my jaw, refusing to make a sound, but my body had already betrayed me, growing wet under his touch. His thumb circled my sensitive bud while his other hand continued to tease my breasts, the combined sensation making rational thought impossible.

My body felt like it was on fire, every inch of skin burning. I tried to fight the pleasure, tried to stay present, but Tristan’s movements grew bolder. His lips traveled from my breasts to my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before continuing downward until my underwear was completely removed.

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