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“Don’t worry, Octavia. We won’t touch you again—not unless you can admit it. When you do, I want you crawling on your knees begging for your big brother’s cock. I want to hear all the ways you’ve fantasised about us,everysingle one. And if you can’t…”
He doesn’t finish the sentence, shrugging his shoulders as he walks to the door.
“And if I can’t, what?” I ask, tears running down my face, overly exposed everywhere, the orgasm denial making me a jumbled mess.
Dorian turns back and smirks cruelly, giving me a dismissive glance. “Then I suppose you’ll make someone in the organisation a perfect, timid wife.”
A burning fury runs down my spine, and I see red, grabbing the first thing I can reach to fling at him. Black glass smashes against the wall by his retreating head, narrowly missing the bastard.
“Fuck you!”
I’m seething. He always promised that, no matter what, they would never let Father marry me off. No matter what he said or did, Dorian and Bastian promised it would never happen.
Bastian stands in the middle of the room, scowling at the empty doorway Dorian just went through. His body is racked with tension, his muscles stiff, hands clenching at his sides. The blood on his body is all smeared, decorating my chest, thighs, and face now as well.
Dorian calls his name from the hall, but he doesn’t go to him. Instead, Bastian storms over to me, grasping my face in his hands and forcing his lips on mine. His fingers find my clit, and he rubs in furious circles, winding me up quickly.
“Fall into the darkness with us, little sister,” he whispers. “Come on my fucking fingers and fall into the dark for me.”
I scream against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. White hot pleasure pools in my stomach, my release dripping down my legs as they shake.
“Yes,” he hisses, working my clit faster, making me squirt for the first time with no penetration. “That’s it. Come all over my fucking hand.”
I pull frantically at his neck, scratching and tugging his hair until his lips are back on mine. I take everything he willingly gives, unsure if it’s the first and last time.
“You are mine, Octavia. I claimed you as you were taking your first fucking breath, and you claimed me. Embrace the darkness, little sister. The light burns sinners, and you are the most sinful of them all.”
He releases me suddenly and walks away. Dorian stands at the doorway glaring at us both before stomping off, and Bastian smirks over his shoulder, sending me a wink and a kiss. I stumble to my feet, needing to get to him.
“Bas, your wound.”
I need to stitch him up or it won’t heal, but he keeps on walking away, shaking his head.
“Not my blood, pretty girl.”
I halt in place, frowning, and he cackles, sending me another wink.
“Don’t wait too long to beg. You know how much of a psycho our brother is. The punishments will be fun for us; not sure how you will feel about it, though.” He blows me another kiss, his laughter echoing in the halls, and my stomach drops.
11
Dorian
Bastian huffs, slamming the door and stomping out of the shower, rattling around in his drawers, hunting for something to wear. I can feel his eyes burning into my skin as I read in my armchair. He hasn’t spoken since we left the dining hall, since he defied our agreement to leave our little Octavia wanting if she didn’t admit she wanted us—although he played straight into my plan, the one he doesn’t know about.
I thought it may be too soon for Octavia to fully admit her desires out loud, but I pushed it sooner because I knew Bastian needed it. I hoped for the best, but it didn’t surprise me. My brother did. He always follows me, going along with whatever I deem fit. I assumed he would follow me out and leave her an unsatisfied, shaking mess but, to my pleasant surprise, he didn’t.
Bastian has always handled her more softly, treating her like a princess. He never pushes her, gives in to her every whim, and always waits for me to give the go ahead, holding himself back, afraid to scare her off.
“Is there something you want to say?”
I place the book on my chest, raising an eyebrow, waiting for him to blow. Containing emotions has never been one of his strengths.
“Yes, there’s something I want to say,big brother,” he spits, charging forward, ripping the book from my hands. “How could you say that? How could you even think of giving her away to someone else when she is mine…ours?”
Ah, yes, that’s what has him all in a tizzy most. The poor, unexpecting staff all scattered when he stormed out the dining room. They were most likely terrified they would end up his next victim. I told him I might threaten that, but it looks like he’s forgotten in his fury.
“Answer me,” he barks, wrapping his hand around my throat. His favoured move. He always goes for the choke, probably trauma from how many times our father choked us as a child. It’s one reason I can withstand it for a long length of time. It also hardens my cock, but I won’t analyse that too deeply.
