As a child, I was trouble. But the kind of trouble no one knew about until it was too late.Jace was three years younger than me and Kyle was two years younger than me. When Jace was little, he was a sweet boy who never cried. He was always smiling. He would follow me around everywhere and ask me about everything.When he grew up a bit, he and I were separated for many reasons. He had to focus on combat and other lessons, while I left for the academy. Still, whenever I came back, we used to spend time together.On my wedding day, Jace and I sat the garden. I remembered the day as if it was just yesterday.“You look beautiful, Sully,” Jace told me. “Thank you,” I said.“You are not happy, are you?” Jace was always very observant. “I am,” I lied.“Sully, I won’t tell Father about our conversation. I never do,” he said.“I have to do it, even if I don’t like it,” I told him.“I know. But… if you truly don’t want to, I can find a way to help you.”“Help me do what,
Thinking about Jace was hard. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw him in that dungeon, his wrists in manacles above his head and a chain around his neck.Demian lay beside me, holding me tightly, as if he feared I would fly away like a bird. His presence was a comfort, yet an obstruction as well.I wanted to hate him, but he was way too nice to me. He did not hurt me. In fact, it seemed he protected me from his father and his family. He stopped his father from punishing me. He painted my body instead of beating me. Why was he doing this? Was he truly different from his father?Could I trust him? Just a little bit?Demian’s breath was warm on my neck. His breath was even. I counted them for a while. At first, it was 18 times per minute. Then, it decreased and became 12 times per minute.I wondered how different my life would be if I listened to Jace that day. If I said yes, would I even be here, fearing for my life every moment? Father might have found me, or, perhaps there was a chance I
Ruben looked just like Rose. Just a male version of her.I did not want to meet him, but as usual, I forced myself to do it. I did not want to annoy any of the Silverclaws. Ruben wanted to seem me, so here I was, in his bed chamber.For some reason, I imagined Ruben had a missing limb. It was a childish thought, but that was the first thing that came to my mind when I heard Ruben could not leave his room.Ruben stared at me for a while, then gave me a smile. He had a warm smile. He looked like an angel.“I heard a lot about you from Rose. My mother was a Star too, so I was curious to see if you two looked alike,” Ruben said. Even his voice was soothing to the ear.“I look like my mother,” I said. “My sister Selina looks like my father and your mother.”“You are still very pretty. You have beautiful eyes,” he said. “I have never seen red eyes before.”“It is very rare, after all. All my siblings have blue eyes except for me. My mother and I have the same eyes,” I said.“Your mother als
My life was boring. Until a Star came along in our house.Sully was an amusing woman. She was pretty and was always scared. Her lips would tremble when she was afraid, yet crimson eyes would remain firm and unafraid. Sometimes, I wondered if she was just pretending to be scared.I never thought Damien would end up marrying that woman. It was a sudden decision on his part and he never did something of that kind usually. Damien was a calculated person. Marrying someone suddenly, who was also someone he had never seen before, was truly strange for him to do.Damien surely did not regret his decision. Sully was beautiful and she was truly an interesting character. Damien would not be bored with her.I heard Sully went to see Ruben today. Ruben expressed his desire to see her and I told her about it. Sully knew what she had to do to not get killed. She did what she was told even if she did not want to.“She is nice. I am worried though,” Ruben told me. “Will she even survive?”“She had a b
Demian told me I should join the dinner since I did not join breakfast and lunch. When I went to meet Ruben, I pretended to be in pain without even thinking. Acting a part came naturally to me. At some point, I did forget that I was supposed to act beaten up and in pain. But Ruben probably did not notice. Now, I had to be extra cautious since Alexander would see me too. He would surely keep a close eye on me.“I don’t like this choker,” I whispered to Demian as the maids were getting out. For some reason, Demian had watched the whole time I got ready.“And I told you before, you need to wear it,” he said.“Can I ask you something?”“You already did.”“What’s wrong with the maids?” I asked. It was something that I had been wondering about since the moment I saw them. “They whispered along themselves a bit at the beginning. But then, they went quiet entirely. They are like puppets.”“They had their tongues cut,” Demian said.“What?”“They had their tongues cut,” he repeated.“I heard yo
Sully walked with a pause every once in a while, as if she needed time to breathe because she could not walk properly. She pretended to limp a little bit while straightening up every once to make it look like she was trying not to limp.She was a good actress. I almost smiled to myself as I watched her. She was doing well. Even better than I thought initially.As soon as we entered the dining hall, Father’s eyes fell on her, tracing the bruises on her body. Sully was wearing a long-sleeved dress, in an attempt to hide her bruises.Father’s face indicated that he did not suspect anything. He thought I truly beat up my wife. That was to be expected. I was good at painting. It was something that I could do very well since childhood. Of course, my skills improved over time.Sully bowed her head before Father. “I humbly apologize for my behavior. I… I was being stupid and I regret my choice of words intensely,” she said. Her voice trembled. Someone might think she was truly apologetic. How
“Tell me about your life at the academy,” Demian said.I thought for a while. No one, except for Jace and Selina, ever asked me about it. Father and Mother acted like I never went to the academy. As if those nine years never happened.Selina would like to hear about my life there. I would tell her stories about something my friends and I did.“It was fun,” I said. “One of the few moment I felt alive and free.”“Did you have friends there?” Damien asked. He sat on the couch, his feet in my lap. I gently massaged them. They were cold. For some reason, men’s feet were almost always cold.“You already know, Damien. You know everything about me,” I said with a sigh. “Why ask me?”“You had two friends. Leo and Maxi,” he said. “Anyone else?”“Not really. We three were close,” I said.“Where are they now? When have you last seen them?”“I hate when you act like you don’t know that already,” I said.“Do tell me. I like to hear things about you when you say them yourself,” he said.“Maxi is dea
I went to meet Jace today with Rose. His condition was not better, but not worse either. I sighed in relief and immediately felt the extent of the situation.Jace was awake. He was glaring at Rose.“I will give you two privacy,” she said and left which I did not think she would do. She was probably standing just outside the door, waiting to hear anything we said.“Oh, Jace,” I murmured and hugged him.“S-Sully…”“You look terrible. How bad they hurt you!”“I… have to… t-tell you something,” Jace said. His voice was shaky and very quiet, but insistent.***“Did he tell you everything?” Rose asked.I looked around her chamber. Everything was white. There was no sign of another color in her room. I was feeling dizzy.“I don’t understand. Why would you help us?” I asked. “When it was your plan to bring me here.”“I cannot and will not explain everything right away. You will have to wait till the hunt. After that, I will explain everything. But first, I need you to convince your family to g
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