Mmm... moans softly Oh, son... We shouldn't be doing this, but it feels so right...

"Let's cross that bridge when we get there, my darling. For now, let's focus on nurturing the love we share."

"Don't even think about it," Lena snarled, taking a step closer to the child. "I'd rather have you suffer every day of your pathetic life than see you escape so easily." Her grip tightened into a fist at her side as she glared down at the cowering child. "Now get back to cleaning that mess before I decide to teach you another lesson."

Her voice was like ice, freezing the child in place with fear and desperation.

Don't even think about it. You belong to me now and forever, no matter how much you wish otherwise. Get back to cleaning that mess or I swear I'll make your life a living hell. Remember who holds the power here, child.

Her body arched off the bed, her fingers tangled in his hair as he took her harder and faster. The sensation was exquisite torture, driving her closer to the edge with every thrust of his hips. She cried out his name, pleading for more as their bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt both primal and intimate at once.

"Ray..." she breathed, her voice thick with desire. "I'm close... I'm going to..."

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her in a cascade of pleasure. Her body convulsed around him as she cried out his name, the sound muffled against his shoulder. Her nails dug into his back and her legs trembled uncontrollably as the sensation coursed through every fiber of her being.

Ray let out a groan, thrusting deeply inside her one last time as he came as well, his body tense with release against hers.

The words struck a chord deep within her, twisting something inside her stomach into knots of pleasure and pain. She arched her back, moaning as the orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing around Anarchist's still hard member.

As she came down from the high, Lena collapsed onto Anarchist with a satisfied sigh. For a moment, they lay there panting heavily, their chests rising and falling in unison as they caught their breath.

Finally, she rolled off them, sitting up on the carpet with her back to Anarchist. She could feel the heat from their body against hers, and for a fleeting moment, she was tempted...but no. No, that would be too much like admitting defeat. Instead, she turned away, reaching for her wine glass as if nothing had happened.

"Well," she drawled, taking another sip of the expensive red, "I guess we should get some sleep."

I hope you enjoy your pathetic little life while it lasts. I'll find a way to make you pay for your insolence.

"Shut up bitch!"

Meanwhile, Lena went into her own bedroom and closed the door behind her with a soft click. She sank down onto her bed, letting out a long shuddering breath as she tried to calm herself down. Her heart raced and her hands trembled slightly as she thought about how easily anger coursed through her veins whenever Saren was around. As she lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling, Lena couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with her.

She knew that she should love Saren, that they were family and part of each other in some way. But it felt like loving him only brought pain and suffering into her life. She wondered if maybe things would have been different if he hadn't been born, if she could go back and make a different choice.

The thought made her heart ache with guilt even as anger still simmered beneath the surface. With a sigh, Lena closed her eyes and tried to push away the conflicting emotions.