She sucked in a sharp breath, her hands flying up to shove at his chest, but he was immovable.
"You're delusional," she snapped, her voice rising despite the tremble in it. "This isn't love—it's control, you twisted boy! Let me go, or I'll scream—I'll wake the whole damn house!"
Julian chuckled as he pressed himself closer, his hips grinding subtly against hers, making her gasp.
"Scream, then," he taunted, his lips brushing her jaw now, teasingly close to her mouth. "Who are you going to call? Mother? Maybe Alice, or perhaps Eva or Eleanor? They're all mine, and they all know it. Go ahead—let them come."
Gregoria's eyes widened, a fresh wave of horror crashing over her as his words sank in. "You… you've even gone after your sisters? And Alice?" She uttered, her voice cracking with disbelief and revulsion.
Her hands clawed at his robe, pushing harder. "You're a monster—worse than I thought!"
