"Like last fucking night, when you still pumped your seed inside me even after I insulted you... couldn't resist this barren cunt, could you? You crave it like a fucking addict. Must be fucking tough for you, feeling so goddamn confused because you've never felt this shit with those Omega whores you fucked!"
Each word was a dagger, aimed at Clyde's ego with precision and malice, ripping through the facade of control and exposing the raw, unfiltered truth lurking beneath.
Yves scoffed, a sinister chuckle escaping his lips before he added with a hiss, "Just admit it, Clyde... say that you fucking love me—mmngggh!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Clyde seized the opportunity, lifting Yves' leg and slamming his hips forward with brute force, cutting him off mid-word.
Yves was left speechless, his attempts at defiance stifled by the overpowering sensation of Clyde's brutal assault.
