Claimed by My Ex Chapter 96 On the bed. On your knees

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 On the bed. On your knees.

Ethan’s POV

The drive ho passed in a haze of rage and despair. Leon paced restlessly within , whimpering and growling by turns, unable to process the magnitude of our loss. By the ti we reached my penthouse, sothing dark and twisted had taken root inside .

I slamd the door behind us, watching Mona jump at the sound.

"Mr. Sterling..." she began cautiously.

"Don’t call

that," I growled, stalking toward her. "Say my na."

Her eyes widened. "Ethan..."

"Again," I commanded, reaching out to trace her jawline with my fingers—a jawline not quite as perfect as Victoria’s, but close enough to fuel my fantasy.

"Ethan," she whispered, a tremor in her voice.

I grabbed her roughly by the arm, dragging her toward my bedroom. "You said you loved . Prove it."

Without waiting for her response, I shoved her inside and locked the door behind us. My wolf was snarling now, demanding release for the cocktail of rage, lust, and pain coursing through .

I walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room and unlocked it, pulling out items I’d never used before—items I’d purchased during a darker period when I first suspected Victoria might be slipping away from .

When I turned back, Mona’s eyes widened at the leather whip in my hand and the chain dangling from my other fist.

"Take off your clothes," I ordered, my voice dropping to a dangerous growl.

She hesitated, and I cracked the whip against the floor. "NOW."

Her fingers trembled as she began unbuttoning her blouse. I watched impassively as she removed each article of clothing, until she stood naked before .

"On the bed. On your knees."

As she complied, I approached, trailing the cold links of the chain across her bare back. "Do you know why you’re here, Victoria?"

She flinched. "I’m not—"

The whip cracked against her upper thigh, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark. She cried out, her body jerking.

"You’re whoever I say you are," I hissed. "Now answer the question. Do you know why you’re here?"

Tears welled in her eyes as she nodded. "Yes... Ethan."

I secured her wrists with the chain, fastening it to the headboard. My hands road over her body, squeezing roughly, claiming every inch.

"Why did you lie to

for five years?" I demanded, delivering another stinging lash across her back. "Was it amusing to watch

struggle while you sat on your fortune?"

"I didn’t—I never—" she sobbed.

"SHUT UP!" I roared, delivering another blow. "You had EVERYTHING and you kept it from !"

Leon was howling now, his influence bleeding into my human form as my eyes glowed amber in the dimly lit room. I stripped quickly, my cock already hard with the perverse power I felt.

Without preparation or warning, I positioned myself behind her and thrust in brutally. She scread—part pain, part pleasure—as I buried myself to the hilt.

"Is this what you wanted?" I snarled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as I pounded into her. "To watch

beg? To see

humiliated?"

Each thrust was punishnt, each stroke a release for my rage. I yanked her head back by her hair, forcing her to arch painfully.

"Say my na," I commanded.

"Ethan!" she cried out.

"Again!" I growled, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a handprint.

"ETHAN!" she scread as I increased my pace, the wet sounds of our coupling filling the room along with her moans.

I leaned forward, sinking my teeth into her shoulder—not the mating bite, just enough to draw blood, to mark her. She whimpered but pushed back against , accepting everything I gave her.

"You’ll never leave ," I hissed against her ear, one hand reaching around to roughly knead her breast. "You’re mine now."

My other hand snaked between her legs, finding her clit and rubbing it harshly. Despite the pain I was inflicting, her body responded, growing wetter around my thrusting cock.

"Look at you," I taunted. "So eager to please. Just like she was."

I flipped her over roughly, still keeping her wrists bound, and spread her legs wide. The sight of her exposed and vulnerable beneath

sent a fresh surge of lust through . I drove back into her with renewed force.

"You think you’re special?" I growled, my fingers digging into her thighs. "You’re just a replacent. A poor substitute."

She moaned, her eyes glazed with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "I don’t care," she gasped. "Use . Use

however you want."

Her submission only fueled my cruelty. I slapped her face, not hard enough to leave a lasting mark but enough to sting.

"Is that what you want? To be used like the worthless thing you are?"

She nodded frantically. "Yes, yes, please..."

I laughed coldly, grabbing her throat as I continued to thrust into her. "At least you know your place. That’s more than she ever did."

My pace beca erratic as I felt my release approaching. Leon’s influence had my canines elongating, my nails sharpening into claws that scratched down her sides.

"Say it," I demanded, tightening my grip on her throat just enough to restrict her breathing. "Say you’re mine."

"I’m yours," she choked out, her inner walls clenching around .

"Again!" I roared, feeling my control slipping.

"I’m yours, Ethan! All yours!"

With a final brutal thrust, I ca inside her, my head thrown back in a primal howl. For a brief, blessed mont, the pain in my chest subsided, replaced by the hollow satisfaction of dominance and release.

As I collapsed beside her, still breathing heavily, reality began to seep back in. I glanced at Mona—not Victoria, never Victoria—and felt a wave of disgust. Not for her, but for myself.

Leon whimpered in sha within , retreating deep into my consciousness.

I reached up chanically to unchain her wrists, noting the raw marks left behind. She curled against my side imdiately, desperate for affection after the brutality.

"That was amazing," she whispered, trailing her fingers across my chest.

I said nothing, staring at the ceiling.

"I can be her for you," Mona continued softly. "I can be whatever you need."

I turned to look at her face in the dim light—the face that wasn’t quite right, the eyes that weren’t the right shade, the lips that weren’t shaped exactly like Victoria’s.

"I can even change my appearance," she offered eagerly. "Modern techniques can work wonders. I could look more like her."

The pathetic suggestion should have disgusted . Instead, I found myself considering it. What else did I have now? My marriage to Scarlett was a joke. My position at Sterling Enterprises was tenuous at best. Victoria—the real Victoria—was lost to

forever, walking away with my brother of all people.

"We’ll see," I murmured, already planning how I might shape this woman into a better facsimile of the one I’d lost.