All Chapters of Abaddon’s Girl: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The night air was merciless, each gust of wind cutting through me like a blade, a silent witness to the torment awaiting me. His eyes—dark, unwavering—tracked my every movement as I knelt before him, exactly where he ordered me to be. The only source of light in my room was the moon, slipping through the parted curtains in ghostly streaks. Yet his eyes burned through the darkness, their intensity searing into my skin. "Unsheath my cock, princess."The command sent a tremor down my spine. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I reached forward, freeing him from the confines of his pants. Thick. Heavy. Bigger than I remembered.Without hesitation, I took him into my mouth, the salty taste of his precum coating my tongue. A moan escaped me—unbidden, shameless. He watched intently. The next second, his hand fisted in my hair, and he slammed deeper down my throat without warning. I choked, tears pricking my eyes at the intrusion. "Suck." The single word was sharp, unyield

"Hi, Elia. I brought you some chocolate—I know you like them."The young boy with striking green eyes spoke softly, his voice a balm to the sobbing girl. At the sight of him, her cries faded, her lips twitching into a small, hopeful smile. She threw her tiny arms around him, seeking comfort in his warmth, and he held her just as tightly. "Thank you. But… can you take me to my brother? I miss him."A sharp pang of jealousy twisted in the boy’s chest, but he swallowed it down, masking the hurt with a smile. "I promise to bring you to your brother."And she believed him. Every night, he came. Her only light in the dark. Her only escape from the cold, empty days. Until one night… he didn’t. His visits stopped. She waited. And waited. But he never returned. The little girl wept for days, convinced he had abandoned her—just like everyone else.Aurelia’s POVI woke up with a dull ache in my head, my body sluggish as the weight of last night’s memories crashed into me. Abadd

The entire ride, I sat in silence, staring out at the city blurring past. My hands curled into fists in my lap, my chest tightening with every passing second. If only he knew what he did to me. How my body betrayed me whenever we were close. Like now, in his car, the scent of him surrounding me, the heat of his presence crawling under my skin. I bet I’d be called crazy for feeling this way about him. Maybe I am. But the worst part isn’t admitting it—it’s keeping it locked away, caging it inside, because the person responsible for it doesn’t treat me the way I wish he would. He’s been here for so long, traveled across countries, met women more beautiful, more experienced, more...everything. Kira made sure I knew that. That I was just another girl in the long line of them. There’s no way he’d treat me differently. So why do I feel like it should be different? Just because we fucked doesn’t mean I’m anything more than a bed warmer. The thought sent a violent shiver through me, m

AURELIAI ran. My feet carried me faster than my mind could process, following his direction blindly, my breath ragged as I stumbled into the room. The door slammed shut behind me, the lock clicking into place. And then— I broke. The sob tore out of me before I could stop it, my body crumpling to the floor, arms wrapping around myself as if I could hold in the pain. The shame burned hot in my chest, mixing with the betrayal, the helplessness, the anger. I should have known better. I did know better. And yet, I had still stood there, hands trembling, voice cracking as I begged, begged for mercy in front of that sick bastard Kiwor. Abaddon made me do that. Made me fall to my knees, stripping me of whatever dignity I had left, and now I didn’t know if I could ever look at myself the same way again. Tears streamed down my face, fast and unrelenting, and I let them. Let them drown me. Minutes passed—maybe hours. I didn’t know. The ache settled deep in my bones, but

After having our outdoor breakfast, he pulled me back into the mansion. This time, we entered through the front door instead. Some students had already left, while a few still lingered in the Black mansion. Well, the entire group was still present. Kiwor stood by the kitchen counter with a mug in hand, dressed casually in joggers with his upper body bare. The same formidable smirk that never left his face was plastered as usual. My cheeks burned as the memory of last night resurfaced—how I had begged in front of this lunatic. The girls were already up, and before I could blink, they pulled me away from Abaddon's grip. I missed his warmth immediately. His eyes swept over my body possessively as he strode over to Kiwor, a silent reminder that I was his. The girls dragged me into a room, their chatter filling the air. Kira still had her makeup from last night, smudged but intact—a clear sign they had enjoyed themselves. "We figured you went home," Jane mused, her tone light.