“You can't speak without my permission, slave. Don't forget the most important thing you're doing, Kat.” His voice rang in my ears like a warning bell. I didn't understand what he meant by the most important thing I was doing, but I knew I couldn't let him hit me anymore. I wasn't enjoying it a little bit. Caspian was the only one enjoying it at that point, while I was in extreme pain. I couldn't feel my breasts and the burning sensation raced throughout my whole body. I couldn't even touch them to see how bad it was, even a little movement was sending a pulse of electricity throughout my body. Weirdly enough, I still touched my breasts a few times to feel the pain. Why did my body enjoy the pain, I have no idea, but I didn't want to continue any further. I didn't want to find pleasure in pain, so I stopped myself from doing it again and looked at Caspian with tears in my eyes. “I hope you follow these rules from now,” he said with no emotion on his face, even though I knew he
“Come here, and like a good little whore you're, suck me.” Caspian sat down on my bed and spread his legs wide, inviting me to pleasure him with my mouth. My smile felt like it had gone all the way around my forehead as I knelt down and rubbed my cheeks against the crotch of his suit pants. It was my way of punishing him. Suddenly as I kept rubbing against his crotch, I felt it, straining eagerly against the expensive fabric of his pants. And all I could think of was how amazing his cock would feel inside my mouth. Just thinking about it made me forget what happened just a few minutes ago. I couldn't remember the pain in my chest, or the burning of my breasts as he ordered me to pull his cock out and start sucking. “Come on, don't play with me. It wouldn't end well for you, I hope you know that,” he warned and I nodded my head in agreement because I wasn't ready for another punishment. I wasn't planning on teasing him either; I just wanted him to be hard so that I could feel
I looked down at Kat with hunger filled eyes, while trying to catch my breath. She was a freak with her mouth, there was no doubt about that. The way she sucked me, no one had done it before. It felt like she knew some secret technique that other girls I had met before didn't know. Everything about the way she pleasured me felt incredible. I couldn't believe seeing her on her knees that she was mine. The beautiful girl with innocent eyes was mine to punish. “Stand up,” I ordered when she was done wiping her mouth. “I have something else I want you to do.” She nodded her head innocently but with a hint of excitement that did something to my heart. I was afraid I went too far with the punishment and that's why I stopped in the middle, but seeing her being excited made me feel at ease. I was watching her and fell for the way her hair moved. It added more to her beauty, making her look even more tempting and stunning than she already was. Everything about her screamed beauty and
The dim glow from my laptop screen flickered weakly against the dark walls, casting restless shadows in my bedroom.I couldn't sleep no matter how much I tried and it was almost midnight. So, I gave up on sleeping and started watching some crime documentaries to distract myself from what happened just a few hours ago. The documentaries were my usual escape because they were based on reality and not some fantasy. I've always loved documentaries over movies and TV shows. My eyes were fixed on the screen as the scenes of calculated schemes and cold-hearted murderers played out, with the narrator giving the perfect narration. I loved the familiar tales of betrayal and murder because they show how monstrous humans can get if left to their own devices. Yet that night, even the most elaborate plots couldn’t distract me from the gnawing emptiness I was feeling inside my chest. My dad was in the hospital, his life was hanging by a thread after being poisoned. The weight of it pressed down
The dim light from the far side of the hallway cast long shadows across the hallway as I stood frozen, my cheek still stinging from Alaric’s slap. He hit me. He hit me outside. In anger and not love. It was out of anger because I had established strong lines when we decided to explore the other side of intimacy with each other. He knew the lines, yet he didn't care about them. Didn't care about me. It wasn't love. And my mind reeled, struggling to process what had just happened. This wasn’t the first time Alaric had struck me, but it had always been different before. Every single time, because before it was controlled. Consensual. It was a dark thrill that we shared behind closed doors. But this… this was something else entirely. There was no thrill, no consent—just raw, unfiltered anger. The anger he had towards Kat, but he took it out on me. Before I could fully comprehend, Alaric grabbed my arm and pulled me into his bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us, caging me in the
I stood outside Kat’s room, my hand ready to knock on her door. I was going to warn her about Alaric. I knew she could be stubborn, but he wasn't a normal person. Alaric won't think twice before killing her if he wanted to, and she wasn't aware of that. She wasn't taking him seriously, and I needed to tell her how dangerous he could be. I thought I could protect her by keeping her at distance, but that wasn't going to happen anymore. I tried to hide my care for her so that Alaric won't use her as a weapon against me, but now he knew that I cared for her, so I was sure he would use her to keep me in the line. With the final decision to come clean to her, I knocked on the door and waited for her to open it. The door opened after a while and Caspian stood on the other side. I blinked, taken aback to find him standing there, his expression was a mix of surprise and caution when he saw me. Behind him, Ian sat on the edge of Kat’s bed, his face was pale and drawn, while Kat stood near t
It was 10:00 am and there was silence over the entire house. I overslept. I couldn't fall asleep, no matter how much I was trying because of what Ian told me. Mom's confirmation only added more to it, and I just felt very uncomfortable in my room after that. I wanted to call Caspian and ask him to stay the night in my room, but couldn't. It didn't feel like the right thing to do, mostly because I felt like he would be with Leo, trying to calm him down.Changing into something comfortable I moved carefully down the stairs. Each step I took was deliberate because I feared that even the creaking wood of the stairs might alert Alaric of my presence. The memory of his twisted smirk haunted me, and every nerve in my body buzzed with the need to avoid him. The house felt different now—darker, heavier with what it witnessed the night before. The knowledge that I was in danger and the same could happen to me if I wasn't careful enough clung to me like a second skin.The hallway was quiet,
The white walls and the sterile smell of the hospital felt like a punishment to my senses. I never understood why everything in the hospital has to be so blanded and empty. Why can't they just add a few potted plants and try different colours for the walls?People come to the hospital with heavy hearts in most cases. They don't need a constant reminder of death and sadness, but the white walls do the exact same. They remind you how insignificant and empty your life is compared to the vastness of the world. I was covering my nose, remembering the hospital visit in London, yet the strong smell of the disinfectant clung to the back of my throat as I walked down the corridor. I could almost taste it, and it made my eyes sting. The dim overhead lights flickered slightly as we took a turn, casting an unsettling glow over the white polished marble floors. The hospital was quieter than I expected. There weren't many people around, only a few nurses walking down the corridor, even though it
It had been more than a year since Caspian confessed his feelings to me, and life was finally finding a sense of normalcy. Derek was safe, though he remained permanently in hiding. The Salvatores had not only survived the disaster but had emerged stronger than before. The PR team had worked wonders in reshaping their image, and those who had attempted to bring them down for their own gain were now behind bars. The money laundering case was no longer casting shadows over their name, it was a thing of the past. The FBI cleared their name from any involvement in the money laundering—the world saw them as victims of their dad's actions. The business was doing good; Caspian joined the company, while on the other side, our relationship got pretty strong. We found a balance that allowed us to grow separately as well, because I moved into an apartment with my mom, helping her build a new life for herself. Meanwhile, Caspian remained at the mansion with his brothers. They asked me to stay,
I was always good at fixing things, maybe because I was broken from the inside and knew I couldn't be fixed. I became a lawyer to help my family, to help my brothers. I thought if I knew the ways of law and legal system, I could use it to my advantage, to protect them in any way needed. Yet, it had been more than a month and I was still fighting a battle with no end in sight. I gave up on too many things in my life, thinking I never deserved them. There was always a reason to hold myself back from being truly happy, about something or with someone. There were these little voices in my head that would make me question everything. For years, they had been silent, but ever since I learned the truth about Dad's involvement in the money laundering, they came back. ‘How could you let yourself be happy when your brothers are in trouble?’‘How could you be that selfish?’I couldn't rub my love for Kat on my brothers' faces, especially when most of them wanted her, too. It was not fair to
The sky was cloudless, the bright light of the moon covered the Salvatore property. We just had dinner, and it wasn't like the regular Salvatore family dinner. It hasn't been so ever since we returned to the mansion. Lucas was in Chicago, meeting with some of the investors whereas Caspian had himself locked in his room. Mom was back in Texas, and the twins went to their grandparents (mother's parents). We were all scattered, and the frustration over the situation was torturing us. The news about the Salvatores reached my dad in London and he had been calling and texting me constantly. He wanted me to leave them and come back to London. I almost laughed when he suggested that, but I controlled myself and told him that I would pay a visit soon.He wasn't satisfied with the answer, so I reminded him that I was an adult and he couldn't force me to leave. That shut him up for the moment, and I hung up the phone soon after. He had been texting me ever since, apologizing and asking me if
The Salvatore mansion didn't feel like home anymore. As I walked through the mansion once again, I felt the same way I did the first time—cold and out of place. The strange environment loomed around me, and with each step I took inside, I sensed a profound emptiness, the lingering ghosts of everything that had happened. Perhaps we changed while we were in the safe house, or maybe it was the mansion that had endured too much destruction in a very short period of time. The mansion was still recovering from the nightmares, and the gloom was maybe its way of narrating the pain. Not long ago secrets had been unraveled, trusts were shattered between the family members, and blood was spilled in the very entrance hall I was standing inside. In just a month, it was just a house again—not a home like it used to be. The brothers felt the changes, too; it was apparent on their faces. They could hear the silence everywhere inside the house, and the winds of winter that seemed to fill every c
Caspian barely slept in a week and it was showing. None of us really got any sleep, but it was a little different with Caspian. The lack of sleep wasn't the only reason for the permanent exhaustion in his eyes like us, it was the weight of everything he was letting press down on him—crushing him, consuming his thoughts. It had been a whole week since the news about Derek's involvement in the money laundering was aired all across the country. Everything had only gotten worse after that. The Salvatore name was plastered across every news outlet—big or small. Everyone had their own take on the case, be it the editors of the Washington Post or The New York Times, anchors from CNN or Fox News, and even the social media influencers who were reporting the controversy in the hope of getting views and likes.In no time it became one of the biggest scandals in recent times. And Caspian being the oldest, took it all upon himself. Although we knew it was the politicians and businessmen whose
The main purpose of us getting a safe house was to be safe, but the FBI made it feel anything but safe for us. The air inside the house felt suffocating to me, thick with an unspoken fear that we all felt, but none of us dared to voice. In the last three days, the FBI has visited us five times. The first day they took statements from us and collected evidence—the standard protocol—nothing more than that. We thought it was all, but Caspian warned us that it was just the beginning, and just like he said, they came back once again. This time they took our individual statements and cross-examined us. Since we were already prepared with our answers, nothing felt out of the ordinary. However, I noticed the way some of the officers were looking at us. They knew we were hiding something, but they had no proof. Caspian made sure that everything in the house was how it was supposed to be after Derek left. It was their sixth visit that day. The FBI agents sat across from us in the living ro
They weren’t kissing, but they were about to, I was sure of that. Matthew called just a few seconds ago, to update on the situation. It wasn't looking good for us and we needed to plan our next move. I went into the room Dev was staying to call them both so that we could discuss the problem and try to come up with a solution together. However, I didn't expect to catch them just as they were about to kiss. I saw the way Dev hesitated and pulled away from Kat when I pushed the door open, the way Kat looked utterly lost as if she didn’t know how to process what had just happened between them. I was heartbroken by that but hid my feelings because it wasn't the right time to have that conversation. Instead, I focused on my brother and noticed the slight flush on his face. His fingers were twitching at his sides like he was debating whether to reach for her again or not. And Kat… she was frozen. It looked like she hadn’t yet decided if what happened was a mistake or not.And for a secon
Kat was never mine to fall for, to hold, to kiss, or to even dream about. She was in love with Caspian even if she didn't realize it herself, or was too afraid to accept the truth. Everyone in the house knew it, and I tried to convince myself the same thing a thousand times, that she wasn’t mine to love, that she had never been mine. The moments that we shared together were the prize for the good deeds I'd done in my life. There couldn't be any other reason for someone as beautiful as her to be interested in someone like me. Someone who is predictable, obsessed with things that don't matter, and lacks any social skills. I had nothing to offer her and I knew I was just another fool caught in her gravity, nothing more. It wasn't her fault or mine, it's just the universe forcing the likes of me to orbit around her. Each one of us was attracted by her warmth and kindness at first but couldn't break free after because leaving her meant spending eons in darkness. In her heart, there ha
Silence filled the room as Lucas finally exhaled and nodded in agreement with Caspian. “I don’t like this plan,” he admitted truthfully, rubbing his temples. I knew it was a hard decision for him because he did blame Derek for the things that were happening to the family. And neither of us could disagree with him. We knew he was right, but the actual issue was Derek's safety. “But… I don’t want Dad in prison with Alaric either. You are right, Alaric would make friends inside if he didn't already have one.”“Not just Alaric, the politicians and businessmen whose names are on the list would also try to have Dad killed,” Harry added, scratching his head. “You know the legal system of our country, one can pay to get anything done. We have to find a solution for them too.”“True, they are going to be troublesome in the future,” Neel agreed with Harry, bringing another pressing matter in front of our eyes. They made many new enemies in order to get rid of Alaric from their lives. “We have