“Don't say that,” Dev said as he spread my ass cheeks with one hand and applied the gel with the other. “Your body is yours only. No one else should have control over it.” “But there are people—” “I know there are people who have certain fetishes,” he cut me in the middle of my sentence and added. “You might enjoy it more when others take control of your body, but that's not right, at least according to me.” “So you would never do something like this?” I questioned, looking at the headboard. “Never, fetishes and fantasies shouldn't be this wild that they hurt someone.” He was done applying the gel and pulled his hand away. “There's a limit to everything and no one should feel like that pain is the only way you get pleasure.” “I highly disagree with you about that,” I said with as much seduction as I could put in my voice and tried to turn to look at him. “Wait,” He grabbed my back, just below my shoulder to stop me from moving. “Don't turn, give the gel some time to get absorbe
“Slow down, fuck... Dev...” I moaned as Dev kept thrusting inside me without mercy. Knowing him I thought he would be soft, at least softer than Lucas, but Dev was rough. I was clutching the mattress, throwing my head back as he kept pounding, harder and harder. “I am going slow, Kat.” He withdrew for a second before thrusting deep inside me, causing me to yelp. “You haven't seen fast yet.”My moans of pleasure filled the room and I scratched his back as he kept going faster with every thrust, penetrating deeper inside me. Getting fucked by Dev proved to be the most extraordinary experience of my life, and I was enjoying every second of it. “Fuck… Dev!” I screamed his name when he hit the right spot once again, making me arch my back and wrapping my legs around him. “Kat, I-I am going to come,” Dev groaned, raising himself so that he was sitting instead of hovering on top of me, and pulled my thighs closer. Then he looked down at me and smirked. “I’m going to give you a little tas
“What?!” I asked him in disbelief, looking at his face to make sure he wasn't kidding. “How did they find out I was sleeping in your bedroom?” “They don't know that,” he said, picking the coffee cup back from the nightstand and taking a sip. “So, Leo went to your room earlier to check if you were awake, and when he couldn't find you, he came into the kitchen where most of us were and said to everyone that you were missing.” “What happened then?“ I questioned when he stopped as if it was all the information I needed. “You can't stop there ” “Sorry, sorry,” he laughed before continuing. “The others got worried and I had to tell them that you were in my room.” “Dude,” I groaned. “You should have made some other excuse. The others will ask me thousands of questions and I highly doubt I'll be able to convince them with a lie.” “They won't; I told them that you weren't feeling well, and so you came asking for some advice,” he said and went towards the small sitting on the othe
“Talk about what?” I questioned with a blank face, after checking at the others to make sure no one was around to listen. By the sound of her voice, I knew it wasn't going to be something I would enjoy having a conversation with her, so I tried to keep my thoughts channelled. She sighed, already giving a sign, that it was going to be a long day. And I was hoping she would shy away from talking. However, she didn't. She locked her eyes with mine and put a forced smile on her face before starting. “I don't know how to come to it indirectly, so I'm going to be very straightforward with you.” “Okay...?” My confusion slipped into my words as I waited for more in anticipation. I didn't know what I was thinking at the moment, but it wasn't what she said next. “What really happened? Why were you in Dev's room?” She asked the one question I dreaded. I thought she believed me earlier in the kitchen because she didn't ask any questions. I should have known better. “And don't lie t
Caspian was not happy when he came to know that I told Dev the entire truth about him spanking me and that's how I got the marks. He wanted it to be our thing and not something I could ‘advertise’ to the entire world. I felt like he was being a bit overdramatic about the whole thing, but I didn't comment about it because I feared it would blow in my face. I tried to change the subject but he was done with me and went out of the room. I was planning on telling him about Dev and me, to come clean, but couldn't after his reaction. The day was a little lazy with nothing much to do. Caspian, Neel and Lucas were with Derek, discussing the event and making last-minute preparations because it was already Sunday and the party was only a few days away. Leo went shopping with Mom and Harry; they invited me, but I was in no mood to be around her. Dev had to go to hospital and Ian had himself locked in his room. I still didn't know what went down with him and couldn't ask others because they ha
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed. Dev wasn't sleeping next to me and when I looked around, he wasn't anywhere in the room. I figured he must have gone to his room to not raise any suspicion. He knew mom was already on us, I saw him staring at her during dinner. I had an early class, so I went to the bathroom to take a quick bath and dress for the day. When I went downstairs to the dining area, Neel was having his breakfast with Derek Lucas. Ian was on the kitchen island instead of the dining table, and to make him feel better, I, too, sat down next to him on the stool. We made small talk while we ate, and after breakfast, I went to college with Neel. Apparently, the rest of them were still sleeping. Derek allowed Leo to skip a day and help him with the event planning. I noticed Derek was more easygoing with Leo than Caspian, and it made me wonder the reason. I thought he was being strict with Leo because he didn't want Derek to be mad at him, but seeing the way Derek
After a very long class, the day finally ended and I couldn't have been more happy about it. The last class was communication, and the professor taking the class had no interest in teaching us anything or had the ability to communicate properly. Ironic for a communication professor. It was my first time in his class, he took classes while I was in London, and the other two professors who were taking the classes of communication, were amazing. He was the only one furthest from the subject he was teaching. I couldn't believe someone who was teaching communication could be so boring. His class was monotonous and lacked any information because he kept on reading the slides instead of explaining the subtopics or clearing out doubts. I absolutely hated being in the class and couldn't even remember the last twenty minutes of his teaching. Many students fell asleep, and others left, but I, being a first bencher, had to stick till the very end. I almost bumped my head into the desk becaus
“No one's at home. We are all alone.” There was a hint of mischief in his voice that I chose to ignore, thinking about playing with him. But before I could react the way I wanted, I felt his hands making their way up my skirt. I forgot about the play and did nothing to stop him; instead, I brought our lips together and started passionately kissing him.The whole conversation with Lucas was a disaster and I needed to get it out of my head. Kissing Dev seemed to do an amazing job of making me forget about the world around me. His rough hand, full lips, and the want to taste the insides of my mouth made me give up on everything. I forgot to breathe as he pressed me against the wall and pulled the neck of my top down, exposing my cleavage more. He gave me a small peck on the lips before his head went down and he started licking my cleavage. Then he grabbed both of my breasts, pushing them up such that his face was buried between them. “Let me get the top off.” I raised my arms so that
I didn’t want to talk about the Salvatore family with Cami. It was too depressing to have that conversation with her. I didn't want to talk to her about Alaric, or about my mother, not about Derek lying in the hospital while his sons tried to salvage the mess he unknowingly helped create.For once, I just wanted to talk about myself.And—more specifically—I wanted to talk about Caspian.“So, let me get this straight.” Cami’s voice was clear through the speaker, cutting through the quiet of my dimly lit bedroom. “You like Caspian?”I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in my pillow for a second before lifting it again. “God, don’t say it like that. I didn't mean it like that. I meant there are things that have happened, and he has done things that made me feel weird.”“Like what? The true feeling you've been hiding for months?” She let out a breathless laugh. “Kat, this is huge. You’ve been dodging relationships for years, and now you’re telling me you have actual fee
Alaric knew something.That much was clear the moment he stepped into the dining room, his presence wrapped around the air like a noose, slowly tightening around all of us. His sharp, assessing gaze skimmed over the table, taking in our frozen postures and the lingering tension that none of us could shake off.Then, as if he hadn’t just walked into a room full of people on the brink of plotting his downfall, he smiled. A slow, knowing, chilling smile appeared to scare us. “Why does it look like someone just died?” he mused, his voice was light and easy, but there was something underneath it—something taunting, something dangerous.Nobody answered.I could feel the tension radiating from Caspian beside me, the way Lucas’s fingers tightened around his fork, and the barely restrained scoff from Dev.Alaric didn’t seem to mind the silence. He strolled forward with unhurried confidence, like a predator stepping into a den of prey. Pulling out the chair next to Leo, he sat down, completely
Dinner had never been that quiet. Not in the Salvatore house. The long dining table was filled with plates of steaming food—pasta, grilled chicken, and fresh bread—but no one seemed interested in eating. They were thinking about something, and while their hands moved mechanically I knew they wanted to know what was the important thing Caspian wanted to talk about. He told them that he had something important he wanted to share with them after the dinner. And I guess he shouldn't have shared that much information with the others before because the others were still thinking about it, trying to figure out what it might be. Ian already had a small idea, yet he could feel the tension in the room. As a result, he was very uncomfortable. I could see it in his eyes. The room was dimly lit, with the chandelier above us casting soft, golden light over the strained faces. Unlike other days, even Leo didn't fuss about the food or ask for dessert with the meal. And that's when I realise
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dried and felt like sandpaper when I tried to swallow the lump forming in my throat. I wasn’t sure about my own emotions, about what to feel—relief, panic, guilt? Maybe all of them at once, or maybe none. Mom had looked at me when I was coming downstairs to help Dev with the dinner, her expression was unreadable. Yet, I knew what was going on inside her head. She must have been afraid of what kind of person wouldn't be in this situation. I asked her what happened or if she needed help with something, and she simply said, “I don’t care what happens to me. As long as you’re safe, I'm willing to do anything in the world. You might not trust me right now, but believe me, my words are true. And I'm going to show it tomorrow.” I hadn’t known how to respond when she was being that open with her thoughts. I should have said something, anything, but I didn't. I couldn't find the right words to say, and thinking about it now, I guess it wouldn't have ma
“So, when are we going to tell the other about what is going on in the family?” I asked the two brothers who still looked conflicted. “If mom confesses tomorrow, their life will be in danger too. If Alaric finds out, he will take it out on whoever he finds.” Caspian and Lucas shared a secret look but told us nothing about it. I was sitting at the kitchen island, my fingers were wrapped around the cool ceramic of my untouched water glass. While, my mind was elsewhere—spinning, twisting, trying to make sense of everything we were about to do. But worse were the fears associated with our every move. That was the reason I wasn't speaking much because I was afraid my fears and what-ifs would slip out mistakenly in normal conversations. And I knew it would only damper their mood, so I heard them instead and tried to be positive about our little mission. “She's right. At this point I think we need to tell the others,” Dev said, stirring a simmering pot of pasta sauce. “This morning t
The room was much quieter after my mom had left. It had been more than an hour since she was gone. Yet, the heavy air of her decision lingered in the room that surrounded us, entering my brain through my nostrils. I couldn't stop thinking about it because it felt like an invisible force that had a huge surprise for everyone in the house. I still wasn’t sure if I believed her—if I could afford to believe her. I didn't know where I stood with her; sometimes, I had been acting like the best daughter in the world, while other times I felt as if she was my biggest enemy. I couldn't figure out how to act around her. Even though she had agreed to confess and that was ‘something not to look over’ according to Caspian, I couldn't bring myself to trust her completely. I knew I could have trusted her more when she told Derek the truth, but I couldn't help but think it was one of her other elaborate plans. “A woman can get anything if she wants it enough... anything.” Her words from years
“My brothers are crazy,” Caspian followed after when my eyes found his. “They have done some of the wildest things on the planet, and don't even let me start with Leo. He's the definition of cringe and intrusive thoughts.” “Yeah, that I know,” I agreed with him about Leo, because he had done some of the wildest things. However, after Ian disappeared on his birthday, Leo got a little serious about the things around him. “There's a lot more.” The way he said that made me think about what he meant by it. There was an undertone of some sort that I couldn't place, but it wasn't anything positive. The way he said that, it felt darker and chilling. “Well, I'd love to know more about you brothers than,” I said, hoping he would get the hint and will talk about himself then. ‘What are you trying to do?’ My brain questioned and I stopped myself from continuing, realizing that I was flirting with him. “You got time,” he said taking a seat on my bed and looked at the famed picture of me with
The air outside was cold and comforting, just walking outside through the entrance made me feel much at loose than I had been the whole day. A soft breeze carried the faint scent of the forest that surrounded the Salvatores’ estate, and moisture that brought me relief. The sky was covered with dark clouds and looked like it was going to rain soon. I was almost waiting for the rain, hoping to see the forest come to live. I was walking beside Caspian. I could feel the tension from the meeting still sitting heavily on Caspian's shoulders. Lucas was following closely behind us, his brows were still furrowed in deep thought, while Dev walked a few steps in front of us with Matthew. As we reached the driveway, Matthew paused. His shiny black Mercedes was waiting for him, the driver was inside. Matthew turned to face us, his demeanour was as calm and professional as ever. He had the same aura around him that at the beginning, I saw around Caspian. “I’ll wait for your call,” he said, his
Caspian’s office had turned into the Salvatore family's war room over the past few weeks. It was a room that once felt intimidating—lined with tall bookshelves, mahogany furniture, dark leather chairs, and the history it contained of me and Caspian. Now, it was a place where heavy discussions were taking place, to reach decisions that could alter the family’s fate. I was sitting in the corner of the room, feeling like an intruder in their world of business and law. Yet, as I watched Lucas and Caspian argue over the papers spread across the desk, I realized I wasn’t exactly an outsider anymore. I was part of the mess, whether I liked it or not.Matthew, the Salvatores’ lawyer, sat across from me. He was calm and collected despite the storm brewing in the room, trying to hear both sides. His neatly pressed suit and calm demeanour gave him an air of professionalism that felt out of place amidst the storm of words. Dev was pacing near the window, his hands were shoved deep into his po