by Claire Marta
“Stop blubbering you stupid cow.” Father snaps. Flinging the half empty glass at my feet it shatters.
“If you’re done with us then let me go.”
“Let you go? And risk someone else knocking you up and getting what I’ve wasted all these years trying to achieve?” The blade of the knife glints in the light as he plucks it from the desk.
Seeing it I begin to cry harder. What can I do? I have to help Mummy.
“Ava, come here.” Pointing the weapon at me he motions with it for me to advance.
“No, don’t you hurt her.” Trying to rise, Mother slips in the blood.
“Stay down or I promise you I will slice her up worse than I’ve ever done to you. If you don’t want her to join you then don’t fucking fight back.”
His threat has the desired effect and my mother remains submissively kneeling.
“Ava, Don’t keep me waiting or you’ll be back in the cage down stairs for the next week.”
Not the cages. Eyes round and pinned on the monster I call Daddy I slowly edge into the room until I am beside him and the desk.
“You’re a disappointment. You will always be a disappointment to me because you have a pussy instead of a dick.” Words low, the smell of whisky is heavy on his breath. “But you’re still my blood and I will find a way to make use of you. As for your mother...”
We both turn to observe the woman still cowering.
She’s watching us silently. Beautiful features pale, there’s a resigned expression on her face.
She knows what’s coming. However, I don’t understand.
The basement is where I’m always put when I have been bad. Will he put her there? That’s the worst thing I can think of.
Striding with purpose he begins to circle her slowly.
I don’t want to watch. Even my six-year-old mind knows something is going to happen, something that will change me forever.
Settling behind her, legs apart he winds his hand in her thick curly hair to tilt her head back.
“Ava, I love you baby. Remember that...I love you.” Tears glisten in her amber eyes, so much like my own. They beg for forgiveness, regret, and so much love that it makes my heart ache.
Silver flashes in the light. As the blade slashes across her throat blood spills from the wound.
A gurgle escapes my mother. Hands rising desperately up she tries in vain to stem the flow from the gaping wound.
Not done Jonathan Carr slices again and again.
“MUMMY!” I wake screaming.
Shaking so badly I feel like I might physically fall apart as perspiration coats my skin slick and wet.
The nightmare is so strong it takes me a moment to realise where I am. Hands up above my head silver wire has them secured to a metal headboard. A mattress is below me, cradling my body. After what I have had to endure the last few days it’s luxury.
As I stretch my limbs I become aware of the silk of a night dress covering me.
“Nightmares, princess? Although after witnessing what’s inside your head I can’t say I’m surprised.”
Damien’s soft words draw me to presence. Lounging back in a chair a glass in one hand he’s flipping through the pages of a book which is sitting on his knee.
Instead of answering I stare at him unblinking.
One eyebrow raises at my silence. “Nothing to say? Where’s that sharp tongue of yours?”
Pressing my lips together in a thin line I turn my head away. I’m still weak. Whatever they have been feeding me is doing very little to give me strength. Just because the scenery has changed I am not stupid enough not to know I am still a prisoner.
The sound of the book snapping shut reaches my ears. Then a hand touches just below my knee where the nightgown I am wearing ends.
Drawing in a sharp breath I try not to squirm as it ventures high, taking the material with it as it goes.
Cool air meets the inside of my thighs, then dances over my exposed mound. My pussy clenches. The strength of its need sending a moan from my throat.
This attraction I feel for him is betraying me. How can I despise him yet want to screw his brains out all at the same time?
I want to claw at him, rip him apart and ride him until he’s so spent he can’t move.
“Your father is as much of a sick fucker as they say.”
Damien’s fingers caress my hip possessively as he speaks.
Trying to keep still I focus on his face.
He’s watching me intently with a predatory look. One that makes my blood burn with a lust I know I shouldn’t have for him.
“Killing your mother, abusing you. Wanting to sell you off just to annihilate me and my family.” He tuts. “I’m impressed you managed to keep that secret of yours from him all these years.”
My lips begin to tremble. He knows. This bastard knows what I can do.
His touch wanders down between my legs sliding along my slick slit. Stroking the evidence of my arousal at his closeness he smiles.
“Looks like someone enjoys being tied up on one of my beds.”
Gritting my teeth I try to deny my moans as he finds my clit and begins to toy with it.
His breathing is becoming faster and the hard ridge of his cock straining against his zipper is hard to miss. He wants me. Having me like this turns him on.
“I hate you.” I growl as I writhe.
“But you still want me to fuck you don’t you, princess?” He asks sardonically. Insolently dragging me down the mattress he spreads my thighs wide. “Is it because I’m your father’s enemy?
Does it get you off?
Is that why you love my cock so much, hmm? Because I know how much you despise him now.
Is this just another way to defy him?”
Silver wire cutting into my wrists I hiss at the discomfort.
Unbuckling his trousers and hauling them down with his boxers he crawls between my legs and levers them up onto his muscular shoulders as he covers my body with his own.
The blunt end of his cock probes for access, rubbing against my mound.
Guiding it with his other hand he eases the tip into my waiting wet heat.
Mangling my lower lip with my teeth a primal sound escapes me. My tight sheath fits his shaft like a fucking glove.
Thrusting forwards Damien takes himself deeper with a grunt. His eyes are half closed his jaw tense with control, but he can’t hide his pleasure.
A big hand slides up to hold my hip as he begins to move. Slow precise strokes at first. Ones that soon have me moving in time to his rhythm. I can’t help myself. A need to fuck him is driving me on.
Taking my bound wrists he presses them brutally down onto the bed until the pain of the burning metal has me whimpering.
Changing pace his thrusts become hard and fast. Pinning me beneath him he surges into me again and again.
Damien
Tight, hot, so fucking perfect. God, why the fuck does it have to be this female that causes me to lose control?
Ava writhes underneath me, long legs wrap around my hips. With one hand on her hip and the other on the bed by her head I fuck her mercilessly.
Her wrists twist in her bindings, the blood seeps on to the clean pillows, it makes this hotter.
I want, no need to taste her.
Lowering my head I kiss her shoulder then her neck. On a hard thrust I sink my fangs into her throat.
She screams, the sound causes my cock to throb. Her hot blood fills my mouth and fuck, she tastes so sweet.
Pulling back I grab both her legs, shifting them high on my hips. One hand drops down to her clit and within a few seconds her tight pussy is squeezing the life out of my cock.
I close my eyes and stave out my own orgasm. I can’t, won’t make that mistake again.
Thrusting into her a few more times I revel in the sweet little moans that escape her. When I no longer can hold onto my control I pull out, lift her nightgown to her neck and give myself a few good jerks.
My cum paint
s her stomach and chest in messy ribbons. It’s a beautiful sight.
Gasping for breath I lay on the bed next to Ava.
“Are you happy with yourself?” I ask. “You have me at your mercy.”
“If only that were true. I’m not dumb enough to believe I’m safe.”
“You are.” Rolling on my side I stare at her.
Her tangled hair, her amber eyes, those fucking tempting lips.
“You’re under my protection, princess. No one will touch you without my permission. And if they do they’ll die a painful death.”
“Why am I still alive? You know all my secrets; you can take down Jonathan without me. It would be easier that way. I didn’t think you were the caring type.”
I get off the bed and head into the en suite. Running a washcloth under warm water I carry it back out into the bedroom. “I’m not.” Wiping her down I toss the cloth onto the nightstand.
“I don’t really care what happens to you, princess.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’ll call you whatever I fucking want.” I snap. “You’re nothing but the Carr princess. More like the Carr whore since you can’t seem to keep your fucking legs closed around me.”
She screams a rage filled scream. The silver wire cuts into her arms as she tries to escape. She’s going to end up with scars if she keeps doing that.
“You know it’s true.” I sigh and sit at the end of the bed. “I’m not killing you because I don’t have a good reason. I’m not like our fathers. Oh I’m not someone you want to fuck with, but you don’t have to fear me, Ava.”
Her eyes flash to mine. That’s the first time I called her by her name since the first time we met.
“You and I could help each other. We have similar goals. We both want to see Jonathan Carr fall.” I say at her look of confusion.
“You have my memories. You don’t need me.” She sounds so dejected.
“You want to die? Is that it?”
“Well I don’t want to be your fucking prisoner forever!”
“If you agree to help, you won’t be a prisoner. We’d work something else out. Think about it.”
I cover her with the nightgown, redress myself, grab the book Sheila left me, and then take one long look at the tied up girl.
My fantasy is there laid out in front of me and I can no longer stand it.
CHAPTER TEN
Damien
“AND WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE ME DO?” Jamal asks after I tell him all that we learned these past few days.
“I want you in charge of the men. Once Phillip gets the number of men sympathetic with our cause I want someone I can trust to lead them.”
“So that’s what I’m being reduced to?”
“Watch your tone,” I growl. “You are someone I trust. I gave you a job, I expect you to follow through. My family and I are spread thin as it is. Do not make me replace you.”
“I can handle the men. I do not appreciate you making decisions and having meetings without me being present. I’m supposed to have your back, Damien, I can’t do that if I don’t know what’s going on.”
The blade sinks deep into his shoulder. The large man gasps as blood seeps through his shirt.
“I will not be disrespected. That could have easily ended up in your heart. I respect you, Jamal. You’ve always done what I needed. I expect this to be no different.”
He nods and slowly removes the knife. The blood flows freely from the wound, but it will close soon enough.
Taking my blade from his outstretched hand I clean it on a handkerchief.
The door opens and Phillip walks in.
“We’re in a meeting.” Jamal snaps.
“Quiet.” I reprimand. “What is it?”
“Lucius requests our presence in his throne room.”
“Fuck. Fine. Jamal, take over for Oscar in the princess’s room.”
I follow Phillip to my father’s office. I’ve managed to stay clear of him since we cracked open Ava, but now it seems he’s not happy about it.
Michael is waiting outside the door for us. He is not happy. He says.
Too bad.
Oscar takes his sweet time to meet us in front of Lucius’s office door. I don’t know if that was purposeful or not, and really I don’t care. Anything to further agitate dear ole Dad is fine with me.
Sheila on guard duty with Kylie? I ask Phillip.
Yes. I don’t think it’s wise for her to be present.
Agreed.
“I asked to see Damien.” Lucius says from behind his desk.
“So you did. And here I am.”
“I meant alone.” He seethes.
“Do I look like I care?”
“Watch your mouth.” My mother snaps.
“Sorry, Abigail. I don’t remember speaking to you.”
If looks could kill.
“You’re nothing but an arrogant asshole. You have no place as my heir.”
“Are you stripping me of my title?”
The room is silent.
My brothers are tense behind me. I know they’re just waiting to spring.
“No. I’m not an idiot. Despite what you might think. I know if I were to strip you of your title there would be a civil war.
But mind you. I know that you’re trying to undermine me. You need to remember who you are.”
“I do not agree with how you run your coven. How you run your business. So I’m not sorry for taking things in my own hands.”
“I will never hand this coven over to you.”
“I’ll have fun prying it from your cold dead hands.”
Ava
Kylie, are you there? My mental pleas have only grown over time.
Although it hasn’t been that long since I saw her in my mind’s eye I’m frightened they’ve still killed her. Damien might have given me his reassurance that he won’t hurt me unless he is forced to, but I know that won’t extend to my friend.
His last talk with me has left me feeling confused and unsettled. Would he really help me take down my father? Can I trust him? Our covens have been enemies since before I was born.
The possibility of having my father eliminated permanently makes me want to agree. A life free of his choke hold and I could run the Carr coven myself. It’s not something I ever really wanted, but something I am certain I could learn to do. After all I was born to be the heir.
Biting my lip I glance over at the dark skinned muscled mountain who has been left as my guard tonight.
He’s ignoring me. Eyes lowered he’s focused on the electronic tablet in his hand. I’m pretty certain he doesn’t like me. The distaste in his eyes when he first arrived to take over as babysitter told me all I need to know. Since then he hasn’t spoken a word.
I felt safer with Damien. The image of him head thrown back as he pumped his cock with his hand as he came all over my stomach flashes through my head. Trying to alleviate the throb it causes at my core I stifle my moan. It had been so fucking hot. The way he took me. All his grunts and masculine groans.
He’d also taken care of me. Not only cleaning me up, but pulling out. I know I need to be more careful. Silly mistakes now would only complicate the mess I am already in. And I very much doubt a bastard by a Carr would ever be tolerated by the Rochester clan.
Ava…
It’s faint but I catch it.
Kylie! Are you ok? I’ve been out of my mind trying to talk to you! I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I should never have made you stop. Shifting on the mattress I try to make myself more comfortable but it’s hard with my hands still tied.
To be honest I’m not sure why we’re still alive, she admits.
Damien wants some kind of truce. He told me he isn’t interested in killing us. I’m under his protection. All he wants is my father out of the way.
The silence that follows makes me wonder if she’s passed out again. Even her telepathic voice is nothing but a soft thready murmur.
And you think we can trust him? Her s
uspicion is clear.
Yes...we don’t have any real choice now, do we?
I sense Kylie’s mental sigh.
He’s ruthless enough to get it done, but it sounds like he might have a civil war on his hands soon from the whispers I’ve been hearing.
The conversation I had overheard with Lucius and his whores comes flooding back. If they succeed then I would lose any advantage I might have gained.
They know about your mother’s gift, the one you have too. It’s not a question.
My surprise is so strong for a moment I don’t know what to say. I’ve never told anyone. Sworn to secrecy when I was four what I can do has never passed my lips. How...how do you know?
Your mother told me. She knew Jonathan was losing patience with her not producing a boy. It was a matter of time before he took her life...we both knew that.
The pain of her death tries to overwhelm me but I push it aside.
She told me that night that I had a grandfather and uncles… The thought of them still out there, not knowing I even exist hurts. If we had managed to escape I wonder how different my life would be now.
Your mother was so protective of her family, she refused to tell even me where they were or how I could find them. I’ve never met anyone so filled with hope and light. She was so sure she would find a way to escape without involving them when she first arrived at the mansion. Kept under guard and locked up by your father she never had a chance to be able to contact them for help, even if she wanted to. He made sure of that. Keeping her spirit crushed also broke her into complying with what he wanted. Then when you were born he had an even greater hold over her.
Screwing my eyes shut I try to blot out all the times I had seen her meekly allow Jonathan Carr abuse her. How she would take it, head bowed. I had always thought she was weak but now...now I know she was stronger than I will ever be.
Ava, the night after I got back from working a job with Ivan, I discovered your mother already murdered. Kylie can’t keep the emotions from her mental voice. I knew something was off, but I went anyway. I didn’t protect her as I had sworn to do. Since then I have done everything I can to find her family, to get you to them, but they’re like ghosts. Your mother’s surname was Chevalier, but there are no covens that use that name.