I tried to move. My legs, my arms, anything. But I could not. I was chained to a wall, like an animal. My arms and legs were bound and there was a chain around my neck.
He was here. I could feel him. I could hear the steady rhythm of his breath.
I heard his footsteps getting nearer. I wanted to close my eyes, wait for it to happen. If I closed my eyes, probably the whipping would not hurt as much as before. But I did not. As he stepped in front of me, I glared at him defiantly.
I hated him. I hated his family. I hated his name. I hated everything about him.
“Why so angry, darling? I am your husband. You should show some love for me,” he said, a crooked smile playing at the side of his lips. Through the gap between his lips, I could see his sharp fangs, ready to sink into soft flesh.
“Fuck you!” I yelled.
“Tsk, darling. You are a noble born lady. Why be so vulgar?” He crouched down in front of me. His fingers trailed my face to my neck. I sucked in a breath. “Be sweet. Like you are raised to be. Or, were you planning to be like this with the man who almost married you?”
“I would never act like this with him. He is much better than you ever could be. I would have loved him and given him anything,” I said.
“Like what? Children?”
“Yes. I will never give you any children!”
“Please, darling. It’s not like I want any of those gremlins,” he said, shrugging. “However, you do have things to give me. Come now, let’s prepare for our wedding night.”
***
Even just this morning, I was on my way to marry Rezef Thorn. I was twenty-one. It was time. However, I was not ready. I did not even like Rezef that much. It was an arranged marriage between House Star and House Thorn. As much as I hated it, I had to oblige.
I remembered hugging my mother for a long time. Mother pressed me against her chest as if the world was ending and we would never see each other again. She probably knew how much I hated to get married. If I married, I would have to give birth, which I dreaded too much. I was afraid of giving birth. Noble marriages were done for that reason only. To give successors to your husband.
As a noble lady, I was taught that since I bled for the first time.
The venue was at a temple. I was not religious. I never pretended to be. But my family was and I had to do whatever they wanted me to do.
On the way in the carriage, I was shaking.
And then the shouting began. The clanking sounds of swords. The explosion. The pounding on the carriage door. The blood. Then someone yanking the carriage door open.
Someone pulled me out by my arm roughly. I fell to the ground. For a moment, all I could see was blood and bodies falling like statues to the ground. After just a second, I realized something else.
It was my chance to be free. Perhaps fate was giving me a chance at a new life.
I began running. I ran for a while until someone caught me by the waist and put something against my nose. And everything went black.
When I woke up, I was in ballroom filled with strangers. Someone was holding me straight.
Even then I had no idea it was my marriage. But not to Rezef Thorn.
But to Damien Silverclaw, the heir of House Silverclaw, the sworn enemy of House Star.
Marrying Sully Star was a sudden decision, something I never thought I would do.I had come back only last night from a mission. I slept for a long time for that reason. I needed some rest. When I woke up, I found out from Rose that Father abducted Sully Star, the daughter of Jade Star, who was going to be married to Rezef Thorn.“Father is going to give her to Kiara. Kiara wanted a toy for a long time,” Rose had told me.After lunch, Father took me to see the woman in the dungeon. In the dark, I could not see her that well. Yet, I had decided right there and then that I wanted that woman. At least, to make Rezef suffer.Father agreed since he was satisfied with the outcome of the last mission. She was brought out of the dungeon and for the first time, I could see her clearly.Sully had brown clear skin and a small round face. Her figure was something I tried not to look at, because as a man, I felt something I should not feel for an unconscious woman.The maids prepared her for the w
Damien removed all the chains except for the one around my neck which I wanted more than anything to be removed.“If you remained still and didn’t throw a tantrum, they would not have to chain you like this,” Damien said. I first found out his name when the priest or whoever that was (He did not look like a priest. I just assumed) said his name during our so-called wedding.“What will you do with me?” I asked.“My sister asked the same thing a while ago. What do you mean by that, Sully darling? What will I do with my wife?” He tilted his head to one side as he said it as if he was amused. He looked less intimidating his father, but that must be because he was still young. How old would he be? Twenty? Twenty-five? Not more than that. When he would be more mature, he would be the exact copy of his father.“You don’t even know me. How will you act like a proper husband when I am your wife?”“I can do that. The question is- can you?”“No!”“But darling, you have to.”I was a realistic per
I trembled beneath him as his lips and hands explored my body. I felt vulnerable under his hungry gaze.He removed my hair from my right shoulder. “This will hurt.”“What will?”“This,” he said and kissed me on the shoulder. He licked there and before I knew it, he sunk his fangs into my shoulder.I gasped. It hurt. But more than that, there was an odd excitement in my body, much stronger than ever before.My body was getting hotter. It was like my blood was boiling, but not from anger; instead, from a hunger. He shrugged off his shirt while sucking my blood. I dug my nails into his back and screamed.I felt his hand creeping up between my thighs. My subconsciousness was telling me to stop him, but I could not. I wanted to feel it. Every part of it. I wanted him to do things to me I never thought I would want.His fingers touched the inside of my thighs. I let out a moan and wrapped my arms around him.Two of his fingers slid inside me as I was already wet. I was a little ashamed abou
I woke up the next morning feeling properly rested. Damien was not there. Actually, I did not wake up on my own. The maids woke me up.They were eyeing my naked body like vultures. I felt uncomfortable. Some of them were even whispering between themselves.I looked at myself in the mirror and understood what they were talking about. My whole body was covered in red sucking and biting marks. I blushed and looked away quickly. Before that, I clearly saw the two fangs marks on the side of my neck.The maids bathed me. They did not talk amongst themselves much. Other than occasional whispering, they were puppet-like. They worked methodically as if being controlled by an outer force.It was still early. The maids said I had to attend the family for breakfast. I had no idea who was who except for the head of Silverclaw family and Rose Silverclaw. I saw both of them at the Prince’s coming of age banquet.Rezef told me they were as sly as snakes and I had to keep my distance from them. What a
When we entered the dining hall, almost all the chairs were occupied.Damien nodded at the man who sat at the head of the long table. I raised my eyes and saw the Head of Silverclaw family. He was a man with domineering presence. His head was held high as he watched me head to toe. He had dark black hair like Damien and silver eyes. He was just an older version of Damien. He was most probably in his early forties. How old was Damien? I had no idea. I should ask him after the meal was over.On his right was a smiling short woman. She had dark hair, a mix between brown and black, and freckles all over her face. The woman beside her gave me a small smile. She had hair as white as snow. Her eyes were golden like fire. She seemed timid. There was another woman on the Head’s left-hand side. She had only one eyes. The other eyelid was sewn shut. So were her lips. I shuddered and gulped down the scream that almost left my mouth.Damien placed a hand on the small of my back and led me to thr
My mother was the second wife of my father. Right after I was born, Rose was born. We had different mothers. Our mothers were far from different. They had exactly opposite personalities. Still, my mother liked Rose’s mother Rosalia and spent time with her.Rose and I were not close. We still were not that close. But we were stuck together since childhood.Sully must know about Rosalia. I had seen her watching Rosalia. Rosalia was from the Star family, after all. She was Rose’s aunt, her father’s sister. My father kidnapped Rosalia and married her, the same way I married Sully.A war almost broke down decades ago when it happened. In the end, the two families came to a negotiation.Sully never met Rosalia before. She probably just heard about her. Sully was born a year after Rosalia was kidnapped. She was two years younger than me. Seeing Rosalia here must have been something new for her.Sully was also looking at Melissa a lot. She must be intimidated by Melissa’s appearance. Well, Me
I splashed cold water on my face. It did not look so puffy anymore. Demian left because he had work to do. I was left alone. I told him not to let any maids in.I cried for a long time. I had held it in as long as I could. But not anymore.Seeing Rosalia there, stuck for years with such a horrendous man, made me feel hopeless. Would that be my fate as well? Or, would my fate be like Clarissa with her sewn eyelids and lips?If Demian’s father was capable of doing something like that, so was Demian. Besides, Demian did all the dirty work for his father. That was the reason he never went to the banquets. Because he was always busy getting rid of people.Even now that he left, he probably went to kill someone or stalk someone.Rosalia, the beautiful younger sister of my father, kidnapped at age eighteen by Alexander Silverclaw just because she was beautiful and he liked her looks. Rosalia never could leave this place. Not even once. My father had not seen her for years.I and all my other
“Tell me about you, sweetheart.”I glanced at Dela once more. She was smiling. Her manners were gentle. She called me ‘sweetheart’ and did not act rudely with me. Instead, the moment I came here with my maids, she embraced me in her arms and kissed my cheek. Then we sat down and had tea when she asked about myself.“There is nothing interesting about me, Your Grace,” I answered.“No, no, I am certain there is. Rosalia is so interesting. A charming lady. You are from House Star too. I am certain you are also a very admiring lady with interesting stories,” she said. “Go on. Tell me about your childhood. And do not call me Your Grace. That makes us sound so distant when we are not. Just call me ‘Mother’, won’t you?” She smiled again.I nodded. “Yes, Mother.”There was truly nothing to tell her. She probably knew everything about me by now through an informer.“I am the second oldest daughter and the third child of my parents. I have two brothers, two sisters and a half-sister. My elder si
Mother fussed over me a lot. She cried about my wounds and then cried about Sully. She asked me how she was and if she was hurt. I assured her that Sully was okay.But truth be told, I did not know. I did not like Sully with Demian Silverclaw, even though I did not know him well.Sully whispered into my ear that Demian helped me survive the game and that he was the one who shot arrows. She told me not to mention it to anyone, so I did not. I did not tell Rose about it either.That was why I believed Sully had a hold over Demian Silverclaw, since he listened to her and protected me. That was going against his own father. He still did it for Sully.In my opinion, telling Father of this would be a good idea. But I decided to listen to Sully. Since she told me not to tell anyone, I would not tell anyone. I valued her words more than anyone else’s.Selina put ointment on the whip marks on my back. They did not hurt as much as before, although there was always a tingle of pain when I tried
I stared at the man who the guards escorted to my father. He was filthy, his blond hair full of mud and filth, his clothes ripped from places. He had dried blood on his face and the parts of his body that was visible.The man was my brother, whom I could barely recognize.I wanted to hug him and bury my face in the crook of his neck, no matter how filthy he was. He was alive, at least.But I could not hug him since Father was asking him questions, without letting him to change and clean himself first.“Who let you out, you said?” Father asked. He had asked the same question before.“Rose Silverclaw, the daughter of Aunt Rosalia,” Jace answered.“Why did she help you?”“She doesn’t want to stay there, at such a monstrous place. She said her father makes her do cruel things that she doesn’t want to do. If she doesn’t do as her father says, he will get rid of her. She said she will help Sully too.”“Tell me everything about what is going on there and about your sister,” Father said.Jace
The fire almost burned the entire tower. It had been so big that it was almost impossible to control it. It took a while to bring the fire under control. By then, more than half the tower was burnt.It was where Kiara lived. When they brought her out, we could not recognize her. Her hair was burned off and her whole body was burnt. Red flesh peeked from under all the soot.She was dead. Well, that was no surprise. She was burned too badly.Before we could process this, the guards found Jace’s cell empty. When they came to notify Alexander of this, everyone turned immediately to me, as if I had something to do with it.“I don’t know how it happened!” I said quickly.“You don’t know?” Alexander asked, his voice dangerously on edge. “You fucking don’t know?”“She was with me,” Damien said calmly, pulling me back by my hand.“She was with you how?” Luke asked. “For all I know, she could have sneaked out to free her brother in some way, although she doesn’t look the type to be that much br
Demian took me more times than I could count. At some point, I lost consciousness, only to wake up with his cock inside me.It was morning. Demian and I went to have breakfast. I felt like everyone knew what we had been up to the previous night and could not look them in the eye.I was sore. It was hard to walk. That was even more humiliating.“Are you feverish?” Dela asked. “You don’t look well.”“No,” I said quickly. “I’m fine.”Demian smirked at me. I pretended not to notice.My back was hurting as well. Having sex for so long was not a good idea.Demian would not go out in a few days, which meant more sex. I was pretty sure Demian would want to. He had been touching me all the time since last night.I felt guilty about Ruben though. He was dead and we were… It was not like he was someone very close to me, yet I felt bad.I tried hard not to meet Rosalia’s eyes. That would make me feel even more guilty.After breakfast, Demian took me to our bedchamber straight away and we began wh
Damien rubbed his cock against my folds. I tensed up. I had never done this before. I only read about it.I was a little anxious. What if it was not as magical as I read in the books? What if it was boring? That was unlikely though. If Damien’s fingers could make me go crazy, his cock would make me feel something much more intense.He rubbed himself for a long time. And then, he entered. The tip first. Then a little more. More. And more. Until he was entirely inside me. He had entered slowly to not hurt me.I gasped, arching my back. It was much different from his fingers. With his fingers, I did not feel this much full.“Don’t hold your breath,” he said, his voice a little strained, as if he had a hard time talking. “Breathe out.” I did as I was told.He pulled himself out and before I knew it, he slammed his cock back inside. I cried out, digging my nails into his thighs over his pants.And the rhythm started. Damien was relentless as he mercilessly thrust inside and brought it out.
Demian’s hands pried my legs open. I felt vulnerable and at his mercy. It was something I liked, but also did not like. I was confused how I felt about this position.He was still fully clothed. I felt alone since I was the only one naked without any cloth covering my body parts. Not that I hated it. I quite enjoyed being looked upon. I liked the way Demian’s eyes feasted on my skin. I liked the thrill, the prospect of being devoured by him.He put his head between my legs and I shuddered as his warm breath fell on my folds. He rubbed them with his fingers.“You are already ready for me, my darling,” he said. His voice husky. I could hear the desire and want in his voice. It was making me want him even more. There was nothing more attractive than having a man want you as much as you want him, if not more. “Are you wet for me knowing what I will do to you? How I would fuck your cunt with my cock? Is that what you are thinking about?”I blushed and looked away. Demian had lit a few candl
I walked quickly to our room. I was not angry at Rose. How could I be angry at someone who lost her brother just yesterday? I could feel a little bit of her pain, but not all. I would not feel anything if Kyle died, but Jace… He was the brother I cared about. He was one of the most important people of my life.Well, I had an ulterior motive too when I visited Rose. I actually wanted to make sure whether she would go through with the plan or not. I did not ask her outright. It would seem too cruel.I opened the door to our chamber. There was no guard outside. Demian did not like having people outside our door. I did not like it either. Besides, it was weird to have someone near who could hear whatever Demian and I were doing.I walked in. The room was dark. Why did the maids not lit the candles?Someone grabbed me by the throat and pressed me against the wall as he closed the door with another hand. Just by the touch, I knew it was Demian. Besides, there was the particular scent about
Ruben was not just my twin. He was a part of me. When he decided to jump out of the window, he decided to leave me behind.I took a look into the mirror. Instead of my red eyes and puffy cheeks, I saw Ruben there- standing after a long time. He was always in bed. I could not remember the last time I saw him standing.Yet, he had enough strength to walk to the window and jump out.I did not believe anyone threw him through the window. It was not like I did not think our family members could not do it. They certainly could, but why would they do it? They did not have any reason to kill someone who never posed as a threat. Ruben had been sickly and bed-ridden. He could not stand for more than a minute without his knees buckling beneath him.Now he was gone. I would not hear him say my name. I could not even remember the last thing he said to me. I tried many times to remember. What kind of sister did not remember what her brother last said to her? I felt terrible. No matter how much I tr
My mother gave a dagger to me, which I carried with me all the time. Her father gave it to her when she was young. She passed it on to me when I was nine.“Look at the red stone on it,” my mother said as I sat beside her on the grassy ground of the garden. Mother loved to spend time in the garden under the clear sky, surrounded by trees and flowers. “It looks like your eyes.”“We have the same eyes, Mother,” I said.“My father was gifted the stone by a merchant. It reminded him of my eyes. So he had a dagger made and adorned it with the red stone. He then gave it to me on my ninth birthday,” she said. Mother adored her father. Whenever she talked of him, her eyes would shine brightly. “Now, it belongs to you.”Red eyes were very rare. My mother got her red eyes from her grandmother from her mother’s side. Among my mother’s children, only I had red eyes. Mother said the dagger belonged to me because of my eyes.“When you have children, you will give it to your red eyed child. Only one