by Selina Marie
Alexander started to speak first. “You boys are well aware of the Empire we have created. You are the heirs to this Empire and it’s time. Time to lose the diapers and wipe your own fucking asses,” he snapped, looking straight into our eyes as he spoke. “You want to be men? Then it’s time you learned what that means in our world.” He cracked his knuckles as he turned to my brother, his eyes darkened as he spoke into Elijah’s ear, but I couldn’t hear what he said.
It didn’t matter because the blood drained from Elijah’s face, his eyes snapped up to mine, then to Nate’s and all I could see was sorrow, guilt and pain, before it was replaced with nothing, emotionless. He stepped toward me, still sitting in my seat watching him as he moved closer. Elijah stopped when he was only a foot away from me. Before I knew what had happened his fist flew, cracking against the side of my face. My head snapped to the left, then a second later to the right. Stars danced behind my eyes, speckles of black filled my eyes. Or was that my blood?
My head was fuzzy and I could barely see as I heard the crack of Nate’s nose breaking next to me. There was nothing I could do to help except sit there, letting my big brother beat us half to death.
After what seemed like hours, we were back in the car, I don’t remember how we got there. We didn’t speak at all on the way back, my brother didn’t join us on the way home. Then everything went black. That was the first day of our ‘initiation’. There were many more days like it, so many that I began to associate pain with breathing. It was as inevitable, so I might as well get used to the sting.
I did, my body and my mind grew immune to pain each time it was under the hands of Elijah, my father, Alexander and Andrew. The three men showed no remorse—they showed nothing at all. The only person who I could tell it was slowly eating away at his soul, was my brother.
I went to get Elijah for dinner as my mother had kindly asked. I'm no longer limping up the stairs and the swelling has gone down a little, but my face is still a disgusting shade of purple and yellow.
Elijah is sitting on his bed, clutching onto our locket, his knuckles and hands are still healing after mine and Nate’s beatings. It isn’t until he turns his head towards the door where I stood, that I saw his face covered in bruises, swollen and black, just like mine had been days before. His eyes fell to the floor when ours connected. If I could read my brother, which I could, I would say that shame, misery and pain were plastered to his face, regret in his eyes. He couldn’t even look at me. I hated my father for what he’d done to him, how he’d changed him forever. It felt like my brother wasn’t there anymore.
My voice shook slightly when I spoke. “Mom said to tell you dinner’s ready.” Letting go of his doorframe I went to go back downstairs to help my mom, but I was stopped by a strong grip pulling me back, pulling me around and crashing me into his chest. His hands were gripped tight around my shoulders and back. He was taller than me, but not by much. His chest shook, and I heard heavy breathing as my brother held me in a death grip. His tortured whisper pierced into my heart and straight through it when his voice broke.
“I’m sorry, Luke, I’m so fucking sorry.”
My eyes snap open when a door shuts, and immediately my mind clears of the memories of my childhood, then I remember. Emilia steps out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, for the second time in the past ninety minutes. She’s so fucking beautiful it almost causes me physical pain to look at her. This woman is tattooed deep under my skin, like she’s dug a hole deep inside of me and burrowed down, and she doesn’t have any idea just how much she affects me.
Sitting up, my back is pressed against the headboard and the bedsheet rests loosely around my waist, I watch her. I pull the sheet back, knowing full well that I’m still completely naked and hard for her—again. I watch when her throat moves as she gulps, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of me, licking my bottom lip, my eyes still on her damp skin. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and her eyes darken, the pupils dilating a little. Warmth spreads through my stomach, and I know I’m affecting her as much as she is me. When she’s close enough, I reach out pulling the towel away from her and grab her, crushing her wet naked body down onto mine. Droplets of cold water fall onto my chest as Emilia stares down at me looking a little surprised and unsure. It clears, and she wears an expression of self-assurance; her eyes still a little dazed by lust, being pressed up against every naked inch of me—every hard inch of me—all of which is aching to be inside her silky soft center again. I don’t force the subject though—this was her first time and if I’m honest, I’m surprised she came at all, considering.
Despite wanting her as badly as I do, I flip over so that my body curves around her back, hot skin against hot skin. I don’t think I can handle not touching her, now that I know how she feels beneath my body, my fingers, my mouth. I draw slow circles on her hips, until I hear the sound of her breathing which is now drawn out and relaxed. I lift my head slightly to see her eyes, shifting slowly so I don’t wake her. Emilia has fallen asleep, looking every bit of the dark angel I know she truly is.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Emilia
The bright light behind my eyelids wakes me up from the most restful sleep I think I’ve ever had in my entire life. My brain hasn’t yet cleared, the fresh fog of confusion blurring the line of blissful unconsciousness and consciousness, and I’m not sure why my body’s so sore.
That is, until I feel hardness poking into my back and everything comes hurtling back. Flashes of memories from last night flicker behind my eyes like a movie montage. Me in my towel, me straddling Lukas, Lukas on top of me, restraining me, his mouth on my body, Lukas inside of me. I lost my virginity last night, and he went hard, which explains why I’m so sore. My muscles tense with each movement but I can’t focus on anything other than the fact that Lukas’s body heat is penetrating deep into every pore on my body, moving deeper into my bloodstream. It’s almost as if I can feel him inside of me, like he’s a part of me. It sounds ridiculous, but it’s the truth.
It was my decision. I remind myself, and pride shoots through me because I feel good. For the first time in a long time, I feel empowered, and nobody can take that away from me. I won’t let them.
I’m not sure what comes over me, but knowing what Lukas and I did last night, and that we’re both completely naked right now turns me on, on a whole other level. Moving my hand lower, I feel between my legs and yeah, I’m wet and all I want is him—again and again. Gone is little miss virgin after Lukas gave me two incredible orgasms back to back. All I want is to feel him over me, under me, and claiming me in every way possible. There’s a part of me that wants to claim him too—to own him, dominate him. The thoughts racing through my mind aren’t helping the situation between my legs.
Arching my back, I push my ass into Lukas and wiggle slightly, I can feel his erection hard on my back and the deep, heavy breathing that filled the room moments ago, has evaporated and turned into quick, shallow breaths, matching mine.
I turn my body over until I am facing him, his eyes piercing through me, black with desire. We both know what’s going to happen next. We’ve been fighting each other up until now, and there’s nothing left to do but give in to the carnal desire that constantly itches beneath the surface clawing at us to rip each other’s clothes off so that we can sink into an abyss of heaven. I know we find solace and redemption in one another. It’s our own personalized, fucked up version of heaven. It’s inexplicable, the connection we have, almost as if we can read what the other is thinking, feeling.
My fingers slide from the wet place between my thighs, skimming over the silky skin of his dick. Lukas sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers make contact with his and wrap around the base of his cock, gripping him, not too tight but tight enough. I run my hand up to the head of his dick and back down again, keeping my eyes on his the whole time. He looks like he’s about to detonate at any moment. I can feel his need for control and dominance while he watches me take it. The way his muscles
strain and tense on his body, he’s enjoying it as well as battling the desire to dominate me in every way. He doesn’t though, he lets me take over and it’s the most incredible feeling. Lukas being completely at my mercy—it makes me brave.
Sitting up, I move my leg over him so that my naked body is straddling him while moving my hand up and down over his cock, that’s getting harder by the second. Lukas’s hand twitches to reach out and touch me, but I shoot a look at his hands, silently ordering him not to move, he obeys, knowing I’m lapping up every drop of control that I’m taking right now. Smirk in place, and the way he lifts both of his arms and folds them under his head, watching me, tells me he understands exactly what’s going through my mind. Lukas’s strong biceps look even bigger from this angle, and I’m itching to have them wrapped around my body, holding me together the way he does without knowing.
He watches me as I continue to stroke my hand over him, increasing the pace a little. His pupils are completely blown, and I wonder how much of his willpower he’s battling right now to flip me over and fuck me senseless.
The power has gone to my head and all I can think about is pushing the boundaries and seeing what it takes for him to snap; I want him to fucking snap.
Shifting my body a little lower, I dip my head down, my eyes locked on his as I swipe my tongue across the head of his dick, making him growl, watching me through hooded eyes. His lips part, mesmerized by what I’m doing to him. I close my lips around him and suck, tasting the saltiness on my tongue as I move down as far as I can. His moans pierce the quiet of his bedroom as I take him so far into my mouth, I feel him at the back of my throat. He shifts his hips pushing up, making me gag and I can feel tears prick at my eyes, and I love every second of it. As I move back up, I use my tongue and glide it over the underside of his dick, making him moan, the sound reverberating through our bodies. I can see how desperate he is to move his hands and grab my head, so he can fuck my mouth the way he wants to. Still, he doesn’t.
I continue to suck and lick him, feeling him harden in my mouth and he moans again.
“Fuck, Emilia… shit.” I can tell he’s close. He’s rock hard underneath my lips, hips thrusting up forcing his cock to the back of my throat, gagging me every time it hits.
“Shit, I’m gonna come.” He tries to shift his body, I assume, so he doesn’t come in my mouth. Maybe he doesn’t think I want it due to my inexperience. But I do. I suck harder, taking him as deep as I can. Groans echo through the room as his fist grabs a handful of my hair, and his cum shoots down the back of my throat. His dick still pulses in my mouth as I swallow every bit of him that he gives me, until he releases his hold on my hair letting out a ragged breath.
“Holy shit. Where the fuck have you been?” Lukas pants, still catching his breath after his orgasm, letting out a satisfied groan.
I lick my lips, feeling utterly euphoric. His reaction to me and my mouth on him gives me the biggest rush of adrenaline that flows eagerly through my veins. I’m left wanting more, but I know I’m still sore, so go to move off of his body. Strong fingers grip around my throat, gently pulling me to him so that my body is pressed against every part of his, my breasts pressed against his pecs. Curving his hand around the back of my neck, Lukas crushes his lips to mine in a slow and sensual kiss. His tongue teases the seam of mine begging for entry, and when I give it to him, he moans, sending a current through my body straight to my core. Our tongues move together, Lukas tasting and exploring every angle of my mouth; we are licking, sucking, and caressing one another in the most passionate and erotic kiss. My heart pounds in my chest so violently I may need medical help if he continues his onslaught of ecstasy. I feel him growing hard again, against my leg as he moves his head back from mine, our lips parting, the glint of playfulness and lust in his eyes is addictive, and I find myself forgetting the sore ache between my legs.
Lukas flips us over completely so that I am under him, my belly pressed into the bed and his front hovers over me. Leaning down, he traces one finger down my back over my spine, whispering in my ear, his voice full of temptation and need, “I hope you're fucking ready for me baby, you have no idea what you’re in for.”
His hand twists underneath me lifting my hips up so my head is against the bed and my ass is up on full display. Under other circumstances, I might’ve been embarrassed, but being with Lukas brings out something in me. The passion—raw and carnal—the self-acceptance that I’ve been craving for my whole life. I find it here with him; I know he feels it too because it possesses his every touch, every move when our bodies intertwine.
Lukas strokes his hands over my ass, digging his fingers into the cheeks before spreading them apart, so he can see every bit of my ass and pussy, he groans in approval, and before I can try anything, he thrusts so deep inside of me he bottoms out, the brute force and pleasure making me cry out. Then he’s relentless; he fucks me hard and fast, then slow and deep until every single nerve in my body is screaming in ecstasy. I feel every ounce of restraint he showed last night expel from his body as he pounds into me, hell bent on claiming every single cell inside and outside of me. A strong hand wraps around my throat, pulling me up so that my back is flush against his front, every hard muscle pressing into me, setting me on fire. He fucks me hard, until I’m coming on his dick, and I feel him pulsing inside of me. He grips my throat tighter as we come, and it’s the most erotic fucking feeling ever.
As much as I loved him being at my mercy, I might love being at his more. He’s powerful, strong, dangerous and unpredictable and that ignites something deep within me. Maybe it’s because I’m the same. Two dark souls who find the light within each other… or maybe we are just two dark souls, finally embracing the darkest depths within ourselves.
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My body is so stiff and sore, it feels like it’s been fucked six ways to Sunday, and in many ways it absolutely has. Lukas pays extra attention to every single part of my body with his, and I’ve never felt so worshipped in all my life.
We’ve been in some kind of sex coma for almost twenty-four hours and it’s a coma I’d love to remain in, but reality is on the other side of this door. There are still so many things we need to talk about and it’s unavoidable, especially now.
Lukas got up hours before I woke, taking the heat of his body with him. Huffing out a breath, I toss the duvet off my body, and grab my clothes from the bathroom, scurrying back to my room. Holding my clothes against my naked body, I strategically cover myself as I run down the hallway, getting closer to my door but someone clears their throat from behind me. It’s a deep sound that echoes through my body, right down to my bones, sending delicious shockwaves all over. I glance over my shoulder, mortified that I’ve been caught, but the way Lukas’s eyes are glued to my naked ass takes away a tiny bit of embarrassment. His skin is glistening and drops of sweat decorate and embellish his body of a god. He looks like he’s been working out, and I make a mental note to ask him about that later; I desperately need to go to the gym and my body is craving an outlet.
Amusement flickers across his features, his bottom lip sucked in between his teeth.
“What are you doing, Emilia?” He asks, his hands wrapped around the towel that’s draped over his shoulders, loosely.
“Doing the walk of shame?” I press my lips together, twisting my mouth into a nervous smile.
“Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” His tone is serious, but the amused look in his eyes still lingers there.
Feeling a little awkward and remembering that I only have my jeans and top held against me, covering the intimate parts of my body, I take several steps backward closer to the door, before hurrying in and closing it behind me, like a pussy.
I need to get my head straight, and standing and staring at his sweaty, glorious body of Adonis, is not doing a whole lot for my willpower or the hormones racing through my bloodstream, begging me to go to him and surrender—again.
After showering and getting dressed into some
black ripped jeans and a white tank top, I text Lukas to meet me downstairs because we need to air this shit out. I need answers and now that I can breathe clearly and the haze of lust is gone, I’m ready.
Moments later Lukas emerges, looking like a dream as usual, and leads me to the living room, the same room where he denied me my orgasm. I don’t hold grudges, but I never forget, and I’m itching to get him back for it some time.
Clearing my throat, we sit, me on the concrete-turned-comfy sofa, and Lukas on the armchair across the room. Good. Distance is good; he makes my head foggy when he’s near, and I won’t be able to focus unless we have space.
“I need to know what’s going on… you’ve got to give me something,” I speak, full of intention, praying he doesn’t revert back to his silence. But I feel like things have shifted; we are different now, more open.
“What do you want to know?” he asks, his voice casual, but his brows are drawn in, in a small frown, his lips pressed in a flat line.
I laugh, the sound catching us both off guard. There really isn’t anything funny here, it’s all so fucked up and I don’t even know where to begin.
Running my fingers through my hair, I take a deep breath.
“It’s obvious you have a lot of power, connections… you found Alexis but,” I take another deep breath, needing it to calm me. I feel the emotions coming up and clogging my throat. I don’t want to let them in, but the despair is already clawing its way up, and I am completely helpless to stop it. “Nothing makes sense! Why would she do this to me? How could they do this to me? My mom—” a sob escapes my throat as tears fall down, splattering onto my jeans and I can’t stop them flowing.
My mind races with questions and self-doubt. Why wasn’t I enough for them? Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to make them hate me?
I can only make out a blur behind my eyes as the tears continue to pool and fall. I feel Lukas’s fingers tip my chin up to look at him, and he looks like he’s in pain, and I don’t know why. But there’s a flash of guilt that’s gone as soon as it comes. He leans down onto one knee so he’s almost eye level with me.