Iris POV:Open. People here are so open and kind.As I stood at the edge of the waterfall, I couldn't help but notice that all the women's around me were completely unclothed.Unlike them, I stood out with my attire, the drawstrings of my petticoat securely fastened around my upper chest."Iris, come inside," Penelope beckoned from the water, her own naked form unbothered by the openness.I hesitated, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension."Umm... Penelope, do I have to be naked too?" I inquired, glancing around at the other women in the water."Come on, don't be afraid. Not a single man will peek or come here," she assured me, her tone reassuringly candid.With a deep breath, I loosened the strings of my petticoat and carefully set it aside on the ground, away from the water.Stepping into the lukewarm water as it enveloped my body up to my neck.I glanced around, making sure no one was watching. Nope, every woman here seemed perfectly at ease, completely naked."Βασίλισσα," s
This is a mature chapter. Contains Blood, the S word, and mature things.All people and situations in this story are fiction.++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Ace POV:"Βασιλιάς (King)," Ares handed me the lifeless rabbit, his expression serious.I took the rabbit and wrapped it with the other animals we had caught—a mixture of fish and deer—before throwing them over my shoulder.I felt a surge of happiness wash over me. Happy that she willingly wanted to be mine, happy that she only desires to be mine."Ares," I uttered, breathing heavily as we rested in the middle of the forest, preparing for tonight's feast.It was just Ares, myself, and three other men on this hunting, and now we were all seated on a large stone, catching our breath."Έχετε κάνει ποτέ σεξ με παρθένα πριν (Have you ever had sex with a virgin before)?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.I fucked many girls but not a virgin, because virginity is not something that can be undone." Όχι, βασιλιά. (No, king)
Ace POV: There was something unique about her, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Despite being complete opposites, we shared some common ground. She was sleeping, snoring a little bit. Cute. She was lying in a side-lying position, her head on my right forearm and my other hand cupping her cunt. A string of saliva sticking to my hand connected to her lips. Last night was one of my memorable nights. NO! A pleasurable paradise. My own paradise. A forbidden paradise. Yet I made her mine. I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, feeling as if I had found heaven itself. Her scent reminded me of something that belonged to me – a mix of sandalwood and musk. It was 8 and we were still lying in the disheveled bed, cocooned inside the fur blanket. Suddenly, a distressed whimper reached my ears and caused me to open my eyes in concern. "Sh... it's okay," I reassured her, continuing to rub her belly soothingly. Her gaze wandered, unfocused, as if caught between dreams and waking
Ace POV:I took one last glance at myself in the mirror before stepping out of the closet.She was still asleep on the bed, emitting small snores with a bit of saliva sticking to her lips. Jet lag.It was 7 in the morning, and I needed to leave for my office.We had returned to New York the previous evening, and she had been moody and sleepy since then.I wished the last week in the village could have lasted longer, but alas, time waits for no one.I took out a wipe and gently cleaned away her drooling saliva.She stirred and let out a soft hum, her hands instinctively moving to scratch her head.Her eyes squinted, adjusting to the brightness of the room."Mattina, amore mio," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her forehead.She smiled and sat up, returning the affection with a wide smile."Mattina, amore mio," she mimicked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.I took her hand and used my fingers to gently rub her eyes."Did you sleep well?" I asked as I lifted her up.She wrapped her legs around me
Iris POV:I rested my elbow on the armrest, grinning as I glanced away.Wipe it, Iris.His fingers roamed casually along my clothed inner thighs, his gaze fixed on the road ahead as he navigated the car.Thankfully winter had started or not, his hands will be inside my panties, a tantalizing yet slightly embarrassing habit.But I knew that regardless of the season, his hands would find their way under my panties. Because in summer he would make me wear frocks and slide his sinful hands inside my frock.It's not like I hate frocks but he can't keep his hands off me.It's not like I hate it but I am shy.I like his hands there but I am still awkward though.I was wearing baggy jumper pants inside a full-sleeve top with my black Converse, I was set to head to college with Alex.BUT then, to my surprise, Ace insisted on dropping us off.His sudden change of heart shook me to the core.Ace had always been adamant about keeping our relationship hidden. That's why he never dropped me at col
Third Person POV: *Mature* She lay on the floor in pain. He knelt beside her, inspecting her body. His fingers lightly tapped her cheeks, attempting to bring her some comfort, as she squinted her eyes, whimpering. "Is it hurting so much?" he asked softly, leaning in, he kissed her tear-streaked cheeks gently. She sucked in a breath, her chest heaving with the effort, and cried out in pain. Each inhale and exhale sent waves of agony through her body. "I don't like you, your skin is kind of rough. You're pretty, though," he said, stroking her bloodied head He broke her ribcage, and some cuts and tried to stuff a rod inside her but he didn't. Not yet. She was naked, her flesh slick with her own blood. Both of her hands were twisted grotesquely, one ankle was bent backward unnaturally, and her hair strands were ripped off her head one by one. A long needle was cruelly inserted inside her cheek, her bloodied tongue lying lifelessly on the floor. The light faded from her eyes,
Iris POV:I hummed softly and rolled over in bed, feeling the warmth of the blankets around me.My eyes fluttered open to darkness surrounding me.I squinted against the dim light filtering through the curtains and let out a deep breath, trying to wake myself up fully.Glancing around sleepily, I took in my surroundings."AAAH!" A startled scream burst from my lips. I crawled back against the headboard, clutching the blanket around my bare form. My chest heaved as my pounding heart raced."Mini..."His voice echoed in the stillness. "Ace," I whispered, casting a wary glance his way.He leaned nonchalantly against a table in front of the bed.Only a casual sweatpant clung to his hips, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips.Because of the darkness, I couldn't see his face clearly."What time is it?" I asked, clutching the sheets tightly around me.I was just wearing a skirt."2 in the morning," he replied huskily.I gulped and hurriedly got out of bed, my hands instinctively covering
Ace POV:A black eye peered at me through thick, white glasses, a hint of confusion evident.Iris quickly moved my hand behind me, concealing the gun."Mama!" Iris called out, her voice ringing with affection.Her small hands clung tightly to the woman's large belly."Oh! Baby look at you," the woman exclaimed, her gaze softening as she looked at Iris.Iris's face lit up with a big, beautiful smile."Who is he?" the woman asked, her eyes darting suspiciously towards me."Mama, it's Ace. Ace, meet Mama Trina," Iris introduced us, her joy apparent.I nodded in acknowledgment as I took in Trina's appearance. She seemed to be in her late 60s, her demeanor warm yet guarded.Returning Iris's smile, Trina spoke, "You're friend?" her gaze shifting between Iris and me."Mama... uh... he's my..." Iris hesitated, her fingers fidgeting nervously.Trina's gasp echoed in the room, followed by an intense scrutiny.Pardon me, didn't just look at me, she freaking scanned me from top to bottom."He loo
Ace POV:The air was crackling.Not just with tension—no, something more visceral. The scent of blood clung to the walls, thick and metallic, mixing with the sharp tang of gunpowder and the distant stench of rusted metal. It soaked into the concrete, into the very marrow of the room.I wiped my bloodied hand against my handkerchief, watching as crimson spread across the pristine white fabric. Red on white. Death on purity.I barely felt the sting in my knuckles. The pain was irrelevant. Fleeting. Around me, the weapon shipment area buzzed with nervous movement—men scrambling like rats to correct a mistake. A simple, yet unforgivable mistake.Internal incompetence.A woman had messed up the logistics. Sent an entire shipment to the wrong buyer.Not just a misstep.A disaster.I exhaled slowly through my nose, feeling the irritation simmer beneath my skin, restrained, measured. My fingers twitched at my side, a fleeting impulse. A temptation. But I had already handled the situati
Iris POV:He squatted down in front of me, tilting his head slightly, a soft smile playing on his lips. It wasn’t an arrogant smile, nor was it pitying.My chest tightened as I struggled to decipher what I saw in his gaze: nostalgia, amusement, concern… a quiet understanding that I both longed for and feared.His hand moved with familiarity, yet with a caution that hadn’t been there before.The back of his knuckles brushed against my cheek, slow and deliberate, like he was reacquainting himself with something fragile. A shiver ran down my spine at the contact—light as it was, it felt intrusive, peeling away the flimsy layers of composure I had managed to construct.“You’ve gotten more beautiful now,” he murmured, his voice a rich blend of admiration and something deeper— something I couldn't quite place.Heat surged through me, pooling in my cheeks, my skin prickling under his gaze. The air around us felt too heavy, too charged. My throat tightened, my body betraying me in ways I
Ace POV:A soft sigh left my lips as the squirrel closed its eyes and laid its tiny head on my palm. The warmth of its body was oddly comforting, its delicate breaths tickling my skin. So small. So trusting.Animals are far better than humans. Less complicated and easy to please.I leaned back in the rocking chair, the old wood creaking softly beneath my weight. The air was crisp tonight, carrying a distant melody from inside the mansion— some soft piano tune drifting through the air. The kind of sound that belongs in a dream, too delicate for reality.A small breeze stirred through the garden, sweeping my hair forward. A few strands fell in front of my closed eyes.My hair has grown a lot now.Long enough that I could use Iris’ scrunchies.I smirked at the ridiculous thought. Aiden had mentioned that girls liked when their boyfriends used their scrunchies, that it was "cute" or some shit.Boyfriend.The word sat strangely in my mind. Like a foreign language. Something that wasn’t
Iris POV:“Who are they?” I whispered to Liam as my eyes flickered toward the older couples across the room.“They’re Aiden and Susan’s parents,” Liam murmured back, lifting his glass to his lips and taking a long swig.I could feel their silent judgment pressing down on Ares, even from this distance.“Do they hate Ares?” I asked.Liam nodded once, a sharp and certain motion.“Do they hate everyone who belongs to that—” I started to whisper, but before I could finish, Liam’s grip on my forearm tightened. Just enough to shut me up.I swallowed, taking the hint. Ares sat beside Liam, rigid as ever. His sharp gaze was fixed on something in the distance, though I doubted he was actually looking at anything. His hands rested on his thighs, tense, unmoving. Every muscle in his body seemed to be coiled tight, like he was forcing himself to remain still despite the sheer disdain radiating from the people across the room.“Ares, why don’t you go down and enjoy yourself instead of sitting h
Author POV:A pair of drowsy hazel bedroom eyes flickered open, glancing lazily at the clock on the wall. The hands read 7:39 in the evening. The distant sound of running water echoed softly in the background, blending seamlessly with the quiet ambiance of the room. The soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the space.Ace let out a deep, rumbling growl of annoyance as Snacks snuggled deeper into his dark locks. The tiny creature had been toying with his ears, collarbone, neck, and even his pendant for the better part of an hour. Somehow, Snacks had wormed his way into a comfortable position on Ace’s broad shoulder, entirely at ease.Ace had come home early today, prompted by Iris' relentless nagging. Though he hadn’t bought the gift she suggested, she had taken it upon herself to prepare whiskey-infused truffles and artisan brownies. Which made him scowl, like a disgruntled 8 year old toddler, but deep down, Iris knew Ace h
Iris POV:To All the Gods in Heaven (and maybe my very exhausted guardian angel),Hi. It’s me. Again.So, um… about last night. Yeah, that night. I know you saw it. You’re gods. You see everything. And for that, I’m very, very sorry.You see, I was just minding my own business (kind of), being a totally respectable, innocent human, and then— BOOM— Ace happened. Like, really happened. And, um, I think I broke several unspoken commandments? I mean, I didn’t exactly look them up beforehand, but I know there’s gotta be one against making sounds that loud or behaving that… desperately.In my defense, though— you’re gods! You made us humans this way! So maybe you should’ve seen this coming when you gave me emotions, tingles, and a very dangerously good-looking man who knows exactly how to ruin a girl’s ability to behave well. Just sayin’.To summarize my sins:The noises— Loud. Embarrassingly loud. I may have reached “unholy choir” levels.The positions— Um… we discovered I had grown a
*MATURE* Without another thought, I slid down from the counter, the movement quick and precise, my eyes never leaving hers. She took a step back, startled by the sudden intensity in my movements.“I have to cook,” she stammered, her wide eyes locking with mine. She could see it— darkness, lust, raw and unfiltered, burning in my gaze. She knew exactly what she had done to me, temptation and hunger, a need so deep it felt like it might consume me.“Oh~ you should have thought about that before you started that little show of yours,” I growled, my voice thick with desire as I advanced on her, my steps quick and purposeful.She tried to run away, but there was nowhere to go. In a matter of seconds, her back hit the counter, and she stumbled slightly, regaining her balance by gripping the counter’s edge. Before she could react further, I was there, looming over her, trapping her between the solid counter and my body, so close that our chests brushed together with every breath. I lea
Ace POV:Even with the tension building in the room, my focus stayed on the phone in my hand.The screen lit up, displaying the contact details of the one person who made me rethink everything.Iris. Her name seemed to burn into my mind.For the past half hour, my finger hovered over the dial button, hesitating, refusing to move forward.Yesterday morning, I'd been a fucking dick to her.The way I treated her, the words I spat out—they still gnawed at me, but nothing haunted me more than the look in her eyes. The hurt. The disbelief.She'd always been the one person I never lashed out at, the one I protected from the ugliness of my world.And in one moment of misplaced anger at Agostino, I'd turned that ugliness on her.She had always looked at me like I was more than the monster everyone else saw.I hated how her pain lingered in the back of my mind.I deserved it, every bit of it, but now... I was afraid to call her.What if she taunted me?What if she threw those same words back in
Ace POV:"I mean, really?" I muttered, driving the knife into the table with a heavy thud, the sound echoing through the dimly lit basement.My chest heaved as I caught my breath, the adrenaline slowly ebbing away.The man lying on the floor, once so full of defiance, now barely had the strength to whimper."That eyepop literally looked me in the eyes and then turned around, snuggled into her cheeks like it was nothing!" I exclaimed, the disbelief in my voice masking the seething anger that still simmered beneath the surface.I turned to the lifeless form on the floor, eyes narrowing in frustration.His screams had subsided into faint, muffled groans, his life slipping away with every shallow breath."Shh... Can you like keep your fucking voice down? I'm talking," I snapped, as if he could still hear or care.His head lolled to the side, the last traces of life fading from his bloodshot eyes."Snacks knows he makes me jealous," I muttered to myself, pacing back and forth as I recounte