Goosebumps erupted on my skin at the sudden chill. The library was huge, but filled with bookshelves in row so each part of the library was hidden from other parts. It was an enjoyable experience to lose myself among those alleys.Theodore was not here. I had not seen him during the fire, not after it. I went to inquire after him, but he did not open the door. Demian said Theodore had episodes when his legs hurt more than usual and he did not get out of his chamber, no matter what.The windows of the library were rarely open. But today, one window was wide open. A cold wind was blowing through it, making me shiver. I wished I had brought a shawl.I wrapped my arms around myself to shield myself from the cold. It was not helpful at all.“Did you help your brother escape?”I turned my head so fast that I gave myself a headache. I almost bumped into Alexander Silverclaw’s front. He was way too close.I backed up and stared at him.“Your grace.” I performed a small curtsy.He grabbed my c
Sully was sitting on the couch, her knees bent and tucked under her thighs. Her hands were shaking. Her eyes were closed. She was burning up.“Sully,” I called, cupping her face. Her skin was very hot.After we returned from the library, a fever took over and she had been in bed since then. She refused to go to have dinner. I sneaked in some bread and soup. She drank a spoonful of soup and ran to the bathroom to throw up.Then, she sat on the couch and refused to move. It had been a long time since then. She had not moved an inch. She groaned occasionally and called my name, but that was it.I called the maids and made them bring me a bowl of ice-cold water and a small piece of cloth. I sent them back again.I sat beside her, wet the cloth and wiped her face with it. I undressed her and wiped her entire body with it. I had never taken care of anyone before. However, I was surprised to find that I did not find it uncomfortable. A little foreign, but that was to be expected since it was
I woke up in the middle of the night, naked under the blanket, and in Demian’s arms. I was sweaty and it was too hot.Demian was sleeping. Or, at least, he appeared to be asleep. I squirmed. I was always uncomfortable about sweat. Demian did not sweat much since he was a vampire. I also never sweated much. Now that I was sweaty, I felt disgusted.“Demian…,” I whispered. He opened his eyes so fast that it scared me.“You are awake,” he said. His voice was calm and emotionless, like most of the time. He was always so to the point that he sounded emotionless.“I am sweaty,” I said. He was holding me too tight. I could not even pull my arms out of the blanket. “I smell.”“It’s not a bad smell,” he said, unwrapping the blanket like I was a present. He touched my forehead. “The fever subsided, that’s why you are sweaty.”“I can’t remember anything.”“I don’t expect you to.”Demian opened the windows. I felt better when the cold air of the night touched my naked skin.The memory of what Alex
There was no funeral for Kiara. It was because Kiara’s mother Clarissa’s family never held a funeral. Dela said that Clarissa insisted on not holding a funeral and Alexander was happy to oblige. He did not like to bother about such things anyway.At breakfast, I felt disgusted. I could barely look at anyone. I did not, not once, as much as glance at Alexander because I would not be able to look at him without glaring. That would be a horrendous thing to do, knowing Alexander’s madness. He might torture me, skin me alive for all I knew.Dela talked a lot, like she always did. Most of it was directed towards me, unfortunately. For that reason, I could not stay quiet, even if I wanted to.“I must say, Sully, we should go and shop to our heart’s extent,” Dela said. By ‘we’, she meant me, her and Rosalia. “You look pale these days. If we go out, it will lighten up your mood.”“Please accept my thanks, Mother,” I said with a smile even though I felt like crying. I did not want to be here. I
I had seen this room only once. It was a big spacious place with a piano in the middle. In front of the piano was a leather bench.Demian closed the door behind us noiselessly and led me towards the piano with a hand on the small of my back.There was a piano at House Star as well, which was for my mother. She could play well. Sierra also could play. Sometimes she and mother used to play together while the three of us- Selina, Jace and me- would listen, sitting on the floor beside the piano. We would even dance sometimes like the crazy little children we were. We used to be more alike when we were little. Then we grew older and developed different personalities. Selina grew quieter and I became too suspicious of everything to enjoy the little things like music. I was busy rebelling against the injustice towards women. I was mentally suffering because by then, I knew that the next head would be Kyle and I did not want that. Only Jace remained the same- kind, loyal and loving.Yet, as I
Sully moved her body like a snake- a snake with curves in all the right places. Her movements were fluid, without a hint of doubt or hesitation. She danced like she was lost in the music. Her body appeared to have a mind of its own.She moved her hips seductively, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the music. I wanted to grab her, kiss her and make her mine once more and again and again. I wanted to touch the silky-smooth skin of hers and squeeze her curves.I tried to control my desires. She was dancing and I wanted to see her dance, while also a part of me wanted to fuck her senseless. There was a tent at the front of my pants. My cock wanted a taste of her and could barely wait. It was restless, just like part of me was.Sully’s face was flushed and she was a little sweaty. She was not smiling. In fact, there was something natural about the expression on her face.I had never been jealous before. But at this moment I was of the men who had watched her dance like this b
Demian pounded inside me so hard and mercilessly that it was hard for me to breathe.“You are so fucking tight. You are clenching on my cock,” Demian grunted. His voice was making me want him even more.I held on to the piano for my dear life. A shudder went through me as I came. But Demian was nowhere near finishing. He kept going on and on. I wanted to beg him to stop.But I did not. Because deep down, I wanted it too. I wanted him to drive me crazy and make me want him even more. I could never get enough of him.Demian’s cock was reaching too far inside me, making me shudder with every thrust. His fingers were digging on my hips.He bent over me and pushed my hair away from my shoulder. I knew what he would do, yet when his sharp fangs drove into my flesh, I let out a scream.It was too much.“Demian…,” I moaned. “Please…”Demian sucked my blood without stopping. His hips were moving with the same rhythm as before, if not more intensely. I felt lightheaded. Whenever Demian drank my
I had given Alexander an antidote which worked just a little bit, or at least, made him believe that it worked. I still did not know why Demian Silverclaw, his own son, poisoned him. If I could meet Sully and talk to her, even for a short while, I could know. Sully always had ways of knowing things.Alexander would not let me return since I might disclose the fact that he was sick and dying. My suspicion was that he would kill me within a few days, when he would be sure that the antidote was working properly.I walked along the path of the garden, my feet not making a sound. The night was cold. I ran a hand through my hair.“Fuck this place,” I muttered under my breath. I had never seen an estate look as dead as House Silverclaw. The people here were strange as well. A woman cried under that huge Cherry Blossom tree every single day. Another woman strolled the garden with her maids every day as well. Sometimes I saw Sully from the balcony with a white-haired beautiful woman. That 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