“I just wanted to come close to you.” His voice echoed in my ears, low and unexpected. For a moment, I thought he might be joking, but his warmth against my back told a different story. Even after he slid the bridle off the horse, he remained close, his chest pressed against me. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, trying to steady the rush of emotions heating my skin and the fire burning in my chest. ‘I like Lucas,’ I reminded myself firmly, but as his hands moved slowly, settling on my waist, that reminder began to blur. The thoughts of Lucas drifted away, replaced by an undeniable pull toward the man behind me. I hesitated, letting the silence between us thicken. My fingers fumbled with the stall door, securing it. I watched it for a while, not responding to his hand on my waist. Harry waited behind me, not forcing me, giving me a choice. His touch lingered at the edge of tension, and I could feel the unspoken question at his fingertips: Will you let this happen? He wanted m
The house was buzzing with conversation as I slipped through the front door. The warmth from inside wrapped around me, a stark contrast to the cooling night air outside. The evening had settled in, casting a gentle glow across the walls from the lamps scattered around the room. Harry headed upstairs, muttering something about needing a shower, while I found myself drawn toward the faint sound of Dev’s voice coming from the family room. I knew others would be there too, so I fixed my hair and taking a steady breath, I followed his voice down the hallway. I let my fingers brush over the cool, polished wooden art piece on the wall, looking at the entertainment room. Ian was in there, watching Umbrella Academy and somehow it made sense that he would be watching a show like that. Sensing my presence he turned back and looked at me in confusion. “I was just passing and saw you inside. Don't mind me,” I said, trying not to make him uncomfortable. He shook his head and gave me a l
The house felt quieter after we moved to the kitchen, the evening's events trailing behind me like the whispers of an unfinished conversation. Caspian and I found ourselves side by side, bumping our shoulders playfully as we worked. The warm lights cast a golden glow over the countertops. Dev stood at the far end, arranging ingredients for some side dishes he was preparing. I focused on chopping vegetables, the rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board calming my mind, but every once in a while, my gaze flickered toward Caspian. There was something about the way he moved—his confident, fluid motions as he prepared the sauce, the ease with which he commanded the space—that sent a thrill through me. I tried to shake it off, focusing instead on the task at hand, but it was hard to ignore the tension that simmered just beneath the surface. “Stop looking at me and move your hand faster,” Caspian said, breaking the silence. His voice was casual, but there was a softne
The soft hum of the elevator echoed in the quiet, steady and rhythmic, but it did nothing to calm the storm swirling inside me. My heart pounded so loud in my chest that I was sure Caspian could hear it. The tension between us had built up all night, simmering just beneath the surface, and now, as the elevator descended, I couldn’t help but start to panic. ‘Am I ready for this?’ I shifted on my feet, glancing at Caspian beside me. He stood tall, his expression unreadable but calm, like he already knew what was going to happen. Like he knew me better than I knew myself. That thought sent a thrill through me, though I couldn't differentiate if it was out of excitement or fear. “If you're not ready, we can go back and forget this,” he had said, his voice softer than I expected. The offer hung in the air like a lifeline, but I had shaken my head. ‘There is no turning back. I am the one who told him that I would tonight.’ I reminded myself and kissed his upper arms for some rea
My whole body felt like it was burning as I lay awake in my bed, staring at the ceiling. Nothing much happened between us because he didn't want to overwhelm me or scare me away. He wanted to return the favour for blowing him in the kitchen earlier, and then continue from there only when he was sure that I was ready for the next step. I didn't know there were steps to BDSM. My body buzzed from his touch, but it was the emotional shift that had me on edge. He had introduced me to a side of myself I hadn’t anticipated—a side that required to put trust, and show vulnerability. It wasn’t just physical, though that part had left its mark; it was emotional and deep, and somehow, it made me want more. But there was hesitation too. I thought of explaining all of it to Lucas and asking him for his permission before doing anything else. I shifted under the covers, pulling them tighter around me as if that could block out the questions swirling in my mind. I was still trying to wrap my head
The sound of the sizzling pan in the kitchen wasn’t enough to keep my mind from the tight feeling in my chest. Caspian was so close, his hands brushing against mine as we cooked, and I couldn’t help but replay last night over and over in my head. His kiss, his touch—it was all too much to forget, but I needed to focus. I stirred the sauce as if my life depended on it, willing the tension in my body to disappear. “So, Dev is still sleeping?” I questioned to cut the deafening silence between us. I knew Caspian was thinking about something and that's why he wasn't talking to me, silently frying the vegetables. "No, Leo is having one of those days,” he answered, then quickly added when he saw my confusion. “Some days, he acts like a 5-year-old and needs someone with him all the time. Today’s one of those days, and Dev went to wake him up. Now, he is stuck with Leo for a few hours.” “I am still confused,” I admitted, smiling at the way Caspian's eyes sparkled with joy as he talk
As breakfast wrapped up, the tension in the room lingered like a dark cloud. Caspian had returned to his usual self, teasing Neel while Dev avoided looking at me altogether. But it was Lucas who had me on edge. He didn’t say much after his quiet request to talk, and now, I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in his head. I tried to act normal, helping Caspian finish plating the food, but my mind was racing. I glanced at Lucas again, his eyes following me with a seriousness that I wasn’t used to. Something was definitely off. Once the kitchen cleared, Lucas stepped closer, his voice low but firm. “Let’s go. We need to talk.” His tone sent a shiver down my spine. This wasn’t the playful Lucas who had always been so lighthearted with me. This was someone else—someone serious, maybe even angry. I followed him down the hallway, my stomach twisting with every step. He led me into the room before the entrance hall, the one in which I'd only seen Ian playing video games. Ho
I couldn’t breathe. Lucas’s words circled in my head, spinning faster and faster, creating a storm of confusion, pain, and anger. Caspian—the one who had shown me a side of myself I hadn’t even known existed—was using me. Using me to hurt his brother. I couldn’t process it. It was as if everything I thought I understood about my place in this family, my relationships with the brothers, had just crumbled beneath my feet. And worse? I had let it happen. My eyes blurred with tears as I sat there, sinking deeper into the beanbag. My entire body felt like it was imploding, my heart twisting and pounding in my chest, squeezing tighter with each breath. I tried to make sense of it and tried to rationalize why Caspian would do something so cruel. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t. Caspian wasn't the man Lucas was trying to paint him to be. Lucas’s presence loomed over me, and I knew he was watching, waiting for me to say something—anything—but I couldn’t find the words. It wa
“Come here, and like a good little whore you're, suck me.”He sat down on my bed and spread his legs wide, inviting me to pleasure him with my mouth. My smile felt like it had gone all the way around my face as I knelt down and rubbed my cheeks against the crotch of his suit pants.I felt it, straining eagerly against the expensive fabric of his pants and all I could think of was how amazing it would feel inside my mouth. I couldn't remember the pain in my chest, or the burning of my breasts as he ordered me to pull it out and start sucking. “Come on, don't play with me. It wouldn't end well for you, I hope you know that,” he warned and I nodded my head in agreement. I wasn't planning on teasing him either, I just wanted him to be hard, so that I could feel his entire length inside my mouth. I loved the feeling of his veins on my tongue, and the way his cock would twitch sometimes when he is hard. “Yes, master,” I replied as I pulled my face away and put my fingers inside his pants
“You can't speak without my permission, slave. Don't forget the most important thing you're doing, Kat.” His voice rang in my ears like a warning bell. I didn't understand what he meant by the most important thing I was doing, but I knew I couldn't let him hit me anymore. I wasn't enjoying it a little bit. Caspian was the only one enjoying it at that point, while I was in extreme pain. I couldn't feel my breasts and the burning sensation raced throughout my whole body. I couldn't even touch them to see how bad it was, even a little movement was sending a pulse of electricity throughout my body. Weirdly enough, I still touched my breasts a few times to feel the pain. Why did my body enjoy the pain, I have no idea, but I didn't want to continue any further. I didn't want to find pleasure in pain, so I stopped myself from doing it again and looked at Caspian with tears in my eyes. “I hope you follow these rules from now,” he said with no emotion on his face, even though I knew he
“Was I not clear before? Or you are not getting what I'm saying?” he asked, giving my tits a tight squeeze once again. I tried to ignore it at first, but when he didn't loosen his grip, I couldn't do anything but cry. “Ah…” I screamed, grabbing his hands in a reflex and pulling my chest away from him. “D-don't Caspian, it's hurting. I wasn't ready for it, and it's actually really hurting ”I hoped he would understand that I wasn't just going along with his play, but I was really hurt by his sudden attack. And I wanted him to stop for a second and begin from the start once again, giving me enough time to think it through, because I was still not completely prepared for what he wanted. “You are using my name,” he warned in an authoritative voice. “Did you forget the rules, slave? I have to remind you of everything, isn't it?” However, he loosened his grip on my breast a little, looking at my face to check if I was actually hurt or just playing along. He was uncertain about my reactio
“Strip!”The word echoed in my head as I mentally prepared myself for what was to come. I stared at him, trying to make sure if he was being serious about it or just playing with me. And the look in his eyes confirmed that he was indeed being very serious. I was surprised by the request after that because it wasn't the appropriate time. Derek was still in the hospital and the threat of Alaric was looming over our heads, there was no way we could think about pleasure and punishment in such a situation. I couldn't understand what was going on inside Caspian's head that he made such a weird order. “Why?! I mean, you think it's a good idea right now for that?” I questioned, biting my lips in worry because I feared he might get mad with me for not doing what he was asking me to do. “Your dad is in the hospital and Leo might need you again. I don't think today's the right time, we can maybe do that tomorrow when your dad is in better condition.”“Did you not hear me, girl?” He grabbed my
“Kat? What did you do?” Caspian's eyes narrowed and he looked at my face more carefully, as if the words would appear on my skin. I kept my head down, afraid of telling him the truth, even though I knew I needed to let him know for everyone's safety, including mine. “I-I made a m-mistake,” I managed to mumble out the sentence, clenching my jaws. “What mistake?” He asked, shifting on my bed to sit more comfortably. “What did you tell him?” Caspian's concern quickly morphed into something more intense and I saw the fear spreading in his eyes when I looked up. I felt the weight of his gaze and the pressure building by the silence between us. I shifted on my feet, trying to stop the fidgeting of my hands at my sides. I tried to find the right words to start with, but there was no right way to start. He asked me to not get involved with Alarice, whereas I didn't only get involved but gave Alaric all the right reasons to kill me next. “I… I might have said too much,” I admitted, t
“What's going on here?”I turned sharply in the direction from where the voice came; my heart leapt out of my chest at the familiarity of it. I finally felt relieved knowing that Caspian was there, to protect me from his monstrous uncle. He was standing at the end of the hallway, his eyes were narrowed at Alaric as he took in the scene before him.Alaric’s smirk faltered a little when he saw Caspian, but only for an instant. Within a second he was back to being his unbothered, asshole self who can only destroy lives. He looked at me and then back at Caspian, thinking about something, but he never said that. “Just a friendly chat,” he said instead, trying to understand the situation with Caspian. At the same time, he winked at me like we were sharing an inside joke. Disgusted by him, my whole body shook. “Anything you want?”Even though his expressions were back to being normal, I felt the shift in his demeanour, and I was able to notice the way his confidence wavered under Caspian’s
“Well, well,” Alaric said, his voice low and mocking. “What do we have here?” Alaric’s sudden appearance from his room made my breath catch in my throat. For a moment, I was frozen at the spot, thinking I was dead. The image of Derek flashed before my eyes and I could see myself in his place, on the ground, fighting for my life. His tall frame cast a shadow over me, and his ice-cold eyes pierced through my skin, sending shivers down my spine. There was amusement in his gaze as he studied me, taking his time to present himself as the strong one between the two of us. He knew I was afraid, and wanted to come off as intimidating. “Little Kat,” he drawled, his voice deceptively soft and warm. A fake East London accent followed when he continued. “What a surprise. What brings you to my door, dear?” I swallowed hard, willing my feet not to back away from him. My heart was pounding so loud against my chest, I was sure he could hear it from where he was standing. But I told myself t
’Was it the right thing to do? Is it my fault that Derek is in the hospital?’ The thought invaded my mind, making me feel worse than I was already feeling. I told myself that I couldn't have known that Alaric would try to poison his own brother, but the excuse didn't satisfy the guilt developing inside me. My mind kept blaming me for the things that happened to Derek. I couldn't escape. I was the one who heard Alaric and my mom conspiring against Derek and told Caspian all about it. I didn't ask him to keep it a secret and he told Lucas about it, which led to what happened. It wasn't me who killed Derek, but it was my fault he died. There was no other way to look at the things. If I had kept my mouth shut and hoped the others would find out about the plan themselves, maybe Derek wouldn't have been poisoned to keep us in check. I wasn't naive enough to believe Alaric meant to kill his brother, it was obviously a warning to the rest of the family. “Alaric is a psychopath. Alar
I’d stayed in Lucas’ office even after he and Caspian left, trying to make sense of everything we had uncovered. I was still not convinced that Derek would do something illegal like that. He was already a multi-billionaire, why would he put everything at risk for a few more millions It just didn't make any sense, no matter how I tried to look at it. It was strange, almost surreal, how quickly the day turned from relative calm to something far more sinister, and that wasn't even the end of it. Something far worse was seconds away from happening, and oblivious, I sat in the room, looking at the encrypted emails. It had been about ten minutes since Caspian and Lucas left for Derek's when I heard a scream that shattered the silence of the house. My stomach dropped when I realized it was Leo. Without a second thought, I bolted out of Lucas’ office, my mind racing with all the terrible possibilities. The panic in his tone was unmistakably raw and unfiltered like a wounded animal taki