Sully did not seem like a bold one to me. Not at first, at least. But then, I saw the way she talked, the way she sometimes stared at everything and everyone- when she dropped the act, she was a different woman. A woman who was brave. A woman who could make a hard choice in the blink of an eye. A woman who pretended to be weak.Even Sully most probably did not know she was putting up an act. It must come naturally to her. Because when she looked meek and innocent, I was tempted to believe her.When Sully walked, I noticed she walked with a certain sway. Noble women did not walk like that. But Sully walked like she owned the place, like she knew she had the power to make men go crazy for her.It was a small suspicion. However, I still looked into the matter.I was shocked when I found out what my wife used to do. She never lay with any of those men, but she danced for them. She was a feast for their lustful eyes.I was amused. Honestly, for such a noble woman of House Star, Sully was s
Rose wore a white dress with a pearl necklace. Her hair was combed smoothly. They were long and straight, unlike my curly hair. When I was a child, I wanted straight hair like my father’s and Selina’s, my younger sister. Sierra and I looked like our mother. Curly hair and brown skin. Selina was more like our father. Kyle and Jace were a mixture of Mother and Father.Rose sipped her tea and looked at me. She had a cold aura about herself like all her family members, except for Rosalia and Theodore.“I do like your name. Sully. What does it mean?” Rose asked. It was not something I expected her to start the conversation with.“It means making something dirty,” I said, blushing. “When I was very little, I used to throw my small toys or whatever I could get my hands on. That’s why my father named me Sully.”In House Star, children were named after six months of being born. It was because to see their personality and then name them. I found it rather silly. I got a stupid name because of t
“I heard you had a brother. A twin brother,” Sully said, sitting on the windowsill where I usually sat to smoke. Her long dark hair was spread free on her back.I did not have to ask her who told her this. It was obviously Rose.“Do you want to know what happened to him, Sully?” I asked.She nodded. “Rose said he lost. She said you two were give some tasks and one of you survived.”“Tasks? We were told to go against each other and fight till one of us is standing,” I said. Sully’s eyes widened. “It’s obvious now, isn’t it, Sully darling? I killed him. That’s how I survived. That’s how I won and got this name.”Sully clapped a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t think…”“That I killed him? Well, that’s the truth.”I had not thought of my brother in a long while. Actually, it had been years since he came to my mind.We were not allowed to call each other by anything. We did not have names. But we secretly had names for each other. He was Sun and I was Shine. Together, we were ‘sunshine’. It
House Silverclaw did not discriminate between men and women unlike House Star and House Thorn. In House Silverclaw, the first-born was the heir, while in House Star and House Thorn, it was the first-born son who was the heir.If House Star was like House Silverclaw, Sierra would be the heir. She would have rejected the position because she was never fond of such things, then I would be the heir. But it never happened.Kyle was the heir because he was a male. And I hated him for it. I resented him. I did not tell Rose the whole truth. I would have gotten the chance to get close to Kyle if I wanted to, but I never did. I secretly resented him. He was not cut out to be a Head.I could not say I was the best person for the position of the Head, but at least, I was better than him. I was not a drunk. I was not a perverted sick bastard.Today was the seventh day I was here. Demian had not been home since the night we talked about his brother. He came back just a while ago.He waited for me
I threw up as soon as I came back to our chamber. I emptied my stomach in the toilet.I could still see those deep dark eyes of the deer. They felt so alive. The head was staring at me the whole time. I had eaten in disgust and fear.Demian stood at the bathroom doorway with his arms crossed.“Did you hate it that much?” he asked.“Hate what?” I barked. “The fact that your father probably killed one of my brothers and wants me to see a dead body, or the fact that I had to eat a deer with a much alive-looking face?!”“That wasn’t alive,” he stated calmly. “Is it because you had a deer as a child?”I widened my eyes. I had no idea why it still surprised me when I found out he knew more about me than I could imagine.I did have a deer when I was seven. Father went hunting once and brought back five deer. I begged to have one of them. The tiniest one. Father agreed.Selina and I cared for the deer together. The deer grew up with us. We called her Ladybug. Three years later, Father found o
The dungeon felt as cold and disgusting as before. The smell seemed to be worse than before. I tried to suppress my gag reflexes.Alexander led the way as I and Damien walked behind him. Rose came as well. She was walking beside Alexander, telling him about whatever word she had been doing.“I can make him mine. He will give up all the information in no time,” Rose was saying. “He cannot suppress his desire for a woman. That will be his downfall.”“How about Rezef? Have you tried it with him?” Alexander asked.“I will. Please give me some time, Father. After I am done with Killian, I will focus on Rezef Thorn.”What did they plan to do with Rezef? One of the things Silverclaw woman learned was seduction. I knew about it from Mother. Silverclaw women knew how to seduce a man effectively, so they would even get on their knees to beg for their attention.In House Star, it was considered a sin to even think about such things. We, women, were not to even be friends with a man other than ou
Sully was sobbing as she hugged her brother. Father watched with a smile. He was clearly enjoying this. He was enjoying tormenting Sully a lot.When I had come back today, I went to give Father my report first.“Is your wife disobedient?” Father had asked me.I shook my head. “On the contrary, she listens to everything I say.” That was not the truth, of course. Sully argued with me and said her mind when she wanted to. It was one thing I enjoyed when I was with her. However, if Father knew that, it would be a huge problem.“Rosalia used to be disobedient sometimes. Then, she gave birth to the children and never raised her voice again,” he told me. “Get your wife pregnant as soon as possible. Then, she will be meek and obedient.”“I understand,” I told him.Now as I watched Sully cry, I wondered how much did Father plan to break her. Would he keep doing this until she became lifeless like Rosalia? Did he want me to do the same? Torture her until there was nothing left of her?I felt an
I sat, hiccupping, wrapped in a huge blanket. Demian was massaging my feet, who knew why.I had calmed down a little bit.“If you want to hit me, just do it,” I said. My voice sounded croaky and all the words came out broken. “You told your father you will punish me.”“You don’t talk like that to him,” Demian said. “Do you know how dangerous it is?”“I don’t care what he does to me. If he wants to torture me and then kill me, he is welcome to do so. I cannot just stay quiet when my brother is in that state.”“Sully,” he said, bringing his face closer, “you don’t want to find out what he can do.”I turned away from him. “How will you punish me?” I asked.“Strip and wait for me on the bed,” he said.He got up. “When I come back, you should be naked. Completely naked.”***I waited for him, closing my eyes, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. He was just like his father and mother. He would whip me or hit me to punish me because of my behavior. Why did this kind of fate await me? Was
I was still in a half-delirious stage although the orgasm had passed. But the effects remained. I was too sensitive. My body was warm and I felt feverish.When Demian took out his fingers from my mouth and thrust his cock inside me again, I let out a whimper.“No… Demian… Too much…”He did not listen. He started ramming inside me. I screamed and tried to free my hands only for the ropes to cut me.“Wait… Demian… I can’t… I can’t breathe…”“Fuck!” he cursed into my ear and groaned. I had not noticed when he had extracted his fangs.“Demian… Please…”“You told me to be rough,” he said. “You said I could let go with you.”“Yes… But…”“I am not stopping,” he declared and pounded inside me. I screamed again and cried out his name as another intense toe-curling orgasm hit me. I was not used to feeling this much pleasure.My whole body was shaking and my heart was pounding so hard inside my chest that I feared it would get out of the ribcage.“No… Demian, please…”“I would have gagged you, b
Demian pushed my head down on the bed.I felt his lips tracing the skin my back and neck. His other hand was groping my breast, pinching the nipple and twisting it. I let out a moan against the sheets.His cock was pressed against my folds. He rubbed himself against my dripping folds. He groaned against my ear.I was a little jealous of others that he fucked before me. I remembered a time when I said that I was not jealous of his past. But I was.I could not imagine him fucking others like he fucked me, touching them like he touched me. I was getting too possessive of a man that abducted me.Okay, his father abducted me, but that did not mean Demian was not capable of doing something similar.He poked my folds with the tip of his cock, sending a tingle down my spine.“Mmm…”“Relax,” he whispered. “Why are you so tense?”‘Because I have a blindfold on and my hands are tied behind my back. And also because you are on top of my back, pinning me down and I can’t move. I feel helpless, but
I could feel Demian’s eyes on me. I did not need to see him to know when he looked at me. My subconsciousness always alerted me of his intense gaze.“If we both are crazy, does it mean we suit each other?” Demian asked. “Is that why I married you?”“When I saw you, I felt a pull towards you,” Demian continued without waiting for my answer. “Why?”“I don’t know,” I said. “But… I want to be honest with you, Demian. I… I’m glad that it was you who I married and not Rezef Thorn.”“Why?”I smiled. “At least, I don’t have to give birth to some stupid children and tend to them. And I don’t have to live a boring life.”He brought his face close to mine. I knew it because I felt his breath on my face.“Because he is not rough enough?” Demian asked.“He is rough when he does not need to be, but he is not rough when he needs to be,” I answered.“Am I rough at the right moment?”I brushed my lips against his. “Yes,” I whispered.I heard the tearing sound before I felt it. Demian was cutting my dr
I wanted to tug at the blindfold. I could not see anything. It made me feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.“Don’t,” Demian warned. His voice sounded so close, yet so far. If I concentrated enough, I could guess exactly where he was. But the fact was that it was hard to concentrate.In order to concentrate, I needed to be calm, which I was not. I was intimidated, excited and a little scared. I left myself in the mercy of a man who was still a mystery to me.I heard his footsteps getting nearer. He stopped right behind me. He pulled my head back by my hair. I shrieked, but not too loudly.I felt his breath on my face. His lips hungrily devoured mine. My hands were itching to touch something, but I refrained from doing so.His tongue was inside my mouth, exploring every place, making me hungry for more.His lips left mine. My lips felt sore and… eaten.He grabbed my hands roughly and put them behind me. I winced in pain. The pain was not too much, just enough to show that he could do anyt
Demian took my hand and pressed a kiss on my palm. I took a deep breath. It was as if his simple moves were making it hard for me to calm the desires inside me.“Do you like me?” I asked. “Is that why you are so jealous? Because you think someone will take me away?”“Does liking someone mean feeling it hard to breathe when they are not near? Does it mean wanting to be with that person all the time? Does it mean wanting that person so much that it hurts?” Demian was looking at me, demanding an answer.I shook my head.“That’s not liking someone, Demian.”“Then what is it?”“That’s loving someone,” I whispered.His eyes softened and he lowered his face and brought it close to mine, our noses almost touching.“Do you love me?” he asked.“I don’t know,” I mumbled. “I don’t know. Do you care if I love you or not?”“I don’t know,” he answered, although not as uncertainly as I did. “Most of the time, I think that I don’t. Because either way, you have to be with me. I can always tie you up, l
I had no idea what to say to a boy who just confessed his feelings for me and also said that he would get over them. I could only stare at him. I could not understand what it truly felt like for him to have feelings for his brother’s wife.Theodore smiled at me. He had a nice smile. He barely ever smiled, so it felt special. He always was melancholy. Perhaps, letting your heart out truly felt that great.“We will have tea another time,” he said. “Stay safe, okay? I still wish you were my wife instead of my brother’s, but what can we do about that? I am not brave or strong enough to take you forcefully from him.”“You are not like that, Theodore,” I said. “You are not like… anyone I have ever met. Letting go takes more courage than holding onto something you should not have. You are braver than you know. You will find something or someone truly worth fighting for.”“You think I will find someone better than you?”“You don’t know me. I lie. I lie a lot. I show a part of me that is not e
“Sully?”Theodore’s voice brought me back to reality. My face flushed in embarrassment and I wanted to lie down under thick soil. I was yelling at a voice inside my head. Only crazy people did things like that.Theodore limped towards me. His cane was a different one than before. It had a skull on top.“Who were you talking to?” he asked.“No one, just…” I felt so ashamed that I could barely look him in the eye.Theodore was watching me. His eyes were not as intense as Demian’s or Alexander’s. Instead, his eyes had what their eyes did not have. A little warmth and perhaps compassion.“Do you want to have tea in my chamber?”“I would love to, Theodore, but… We cannot do that in your chamber. Demian doesn’t like it,” I said. It was one of the things I was not allowed to do.“Ah, I see.”“We can have tea in the garden,” I quickly added. “I would love to talk to you after so long. Would that be okay?”He gave me a small smile. “Sure.”“Ah!” I stopped on my track.“What?” Theodore asked, p
I woke with a start and found a pair of eyes watching me. It startled me and I tried to get away, but a hand grasped my arm and kept me in place.“Demian… What are you doing?”Demian was still watching me, his eyes unmoving and piercing. My heart was beating wilding. He was making me uncomfortable.“Demian! You are hurting me.”Still, he did not let go. Not for a whole minute. Then, he suddenly let go of my arm.I rubbed the place where his grasp had been. His fingers surely left a bruise.“Demian…,” I mumbled.He blinked and his face turned… normal. The intense look left his face and he was back to normal. At least, as normal as he could be.“What’s wrong?” I asked. “You were…”“I was what?” he asked.“You were watching me,” I said.“I can’t watch my wife?”“No, it’s…”“I can’t?”“Demian, you know that’s not what I mean,” I said, composing myself. I was getting scared for no reason. But I had to admit that the way he had been watching me had been strange. “I was sleeping and you were
I felt a sense of calmness and relief take over me as I entered the familiar chamber once again that I shared with Demian. My eyes wandered over the bed where Demian and I slept and did many thing together, the couch where I would sit with Demian’s head on my lap and ran my fingers through his long straight hair.“It went well, didn’t it?” I said to Demian with a smile.Demian had a strange look on his face. He turned to me and traced the scar on my face with his index finger.“You can pretend very well,” he murmured as if to himself.I gulped. “Demian, I am not pretending with you. Not you. You… are different. I don’t want to be a fake version of me with you,” I said.“Will you truly be yourself? And never lie to me? Never?”“Never,” I said quietly.“Good, because if you lie…”‘If I lie, then what? What will you do? Will you hurt me?’But I did not ask it out loud. Demian was too honest. I did not want to hear the answer. In fact, I felt a hint of fear inside me when I anticipated wh