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Iwake with a violent start, jerking out of sleep as if I’ve been yanked from the depths of a nightmare. Blinking rapidly, I fight to push away the lingering effects of its embrace. My room is cloaked in darkness, illuminated only by the cool light of the moon seeping in through the bars that cruelly cover my window, casting eerie shadows across the floor.

My stomach growls loudly, my hand absentmindedly running over it as I try to remember the last time I ate but my memories are foggy at best, my sleep-addled brain being next to useless. I cast my gaze over the room until it lands on the chest of drawers next to the bed, finding a sandwich on it but that’s not what piques my curiosity. No, there’s a black envelope on there slightly obscured by the plate it’s been slipped underneath.

“What the?” I mutter, pushing myself up from the bed. I kick the blankets off me and pull out the envelope wincing when the plate clanks back down the sound shattering the ominous silence of my room. My heart stutters in a vice-like grip as my eyes shoot to the door expecting someone to come running, my stomach lurches with fear. The hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I wait for the door to crash open but nothing happens. It’s only then that I realise I’m holding my breath, I release it in a shuddering exhale and it feels like a rope is uncoiling around me allowing me to finally breathe easily.

I finger the envelope in my grasp, it’s black and sealed but completely blank. I run my thumb over the protruding lump but can’t discern what it is. At a guess, it feels like a solid object wrapped up in something soft. It doesn’t make any sense, a trickle of unease works its way down my spine. Part of me is itching to see what is inside it but the unknown has my mind snapping back to the past. A moment that ripped the foundation of the world right out from under my feet, tore my still beating heart from my chest and drained it drip by drip until it was nothing but a lifeless husk. The future I’d dreamed of at my fingertips snatched from my grasp and left me spiralling as my world crumbled around me.

“Shut the fuck up and open the box now or I’ll make it hurt… I know you’re a cutter. Maybe this once it’ll go too deep.”

As wrong as that should sound, the thrill of excitement that rolls through me makes my heart start to pound. “All right.”

Anticipation thickens in the air, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Picking up the nondescript box, I pull my knife out of my pocket. Movement draws my eyes up to Dustan as he licks his lips, hunger pouring from him like a toxic fog poisoning everything around him. Cutting through the copious amounts of tape, I’m finally able to open the box. And find a number of different printed cards with results, decoding the information that was to be found on the result cards would tell me anything from my ethnicity results, DNA matches, and historical familial matches and locations.

“What am I meant to be looking for?”

“Flick through the DNA matches.” His voice is still water, dark and deep, predatory. “You’ll know when you see it.” He bites his lip to stop from saying more. It’s hard to miss the blue vein pounding in his neck.

With no choice, I skip the ethnicity card—great for college projects but clearly not what this fucking psycho is torturing me with—and select the one with DNA matches. It’s ironic how the cards are edged in rainbow-bright colours for something that could make or break a person’s life.

CARD 1 RESULTS

DNA MATCH: Kira Huxley

RELATION: Mother

CARD 2 RESULTS

DNA MATCH: Neil Dixon

RELATION: Father

CARD 3 RESULTS

DNA MATCH: Rhys Dixon

RELATION: Half Sibling

My eyes refuse to believe what is printed in stark black and white in front of me, my mind searching for the truth behind the illusion. Nausea writhes and twists inside me, like a coiling serpent with razor-sharp fangs ready to strike at any moment. The acrid taste of bile burns its way through my throat, leaving nothing but an ashy residue in its wake.

“What the fuck is this?”

I don’t knowif Rhys will still want me once he learns the truth; that his blood runs in my veins. That we share DNA and a father but worse still when he learns exactly what Neil has subjected me to. What he forced on me as a child and continued to do in the years that followed. All the ways he meticulously broke me for his own pleasure. How he revelled in shredding my body until he was coated in my blood. How he painstakingly tore apart my mind caging me in a prison made of glass that I would never be strong enough to escape.

He preyed on mother’s weakness and desperation then broke her soul with his cruelty and drugs. Offered me my dreams of a family, a home, a brother on a silver platter but reality is a cruel master and on that first night at Barton Grange, he made it into a nightmare. I was dragged down to the deepest bowels of hell, tormented by the devil himself as he stripped away my innocence one thrust of his putrid prick at a time.

Life doesn’t give free lessons to anyone, it has taught me that humanity is a construct created by monsters for control, and someone always has to pay the price. And pay I have; with my innocence, my sanity and my soul. One of the most disturbing things my life has taught me is that abuse can feel like its own brand of love. No matter what Neil did to me, how many times he raped me, beat me, broke me. I still craved a father’s love. His love. I guess that’s why starving people will eat anything given half the chance.

Soon I will tell Rhys everything. I will lay my heart and the tatters of my soul at his feet—all bloody and broken—as I give him the truth. My truth. I won’t withhold any details, because without knowing the whole picture I’ll never know if he is capable of loving me, his brother.

When I threw myself off that bridge I knew I would always love him regardless of who he was to me in the eyes of society. I was fuelled by fear of his rejection, his disgust and that made me weak enough for Dustan to manipulate, as I shattered in front of him but now I’ve been given a second chance and I’m not going to throw it away.

I choose Rhys. I will always choose him. Even if he doesn’t want me, I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure he is safe until my last breath leaves my lungs and life drains from my body. Neil broke me, destroyed who I was—could have been—and left a monster in its place. But I am Rhys’s monster and he is my god. I am his pawn to wield as he wishes, there is nothing he can ask of me that has too steep a price. There isn’t anything I won’t do for him.

I shake my head, ridding myself of the dark siren song that train of thought tries to seduce me with. “Soon. Soon,” I whisper as I finger the envelope dipping under the barely glued down edge and open it up.

A velvet bag and a slip of paper land in my palm, I scan the envelope again but it’s still just as blank as before. Chewing on my bottom lip I drop the bag on my bed and read the scrawl on the tiny pink piece of paper.

My little tayto tot,

I have a little gift for you ;) It’s a master key! No more jailbreaks required from moi. Make good choices.

“Make good choices.” I snort at Michelle’s little note, doubting my capacity for anything remotely virtuous but her gift has planted a seed that has quickly sprouted roots.

There is something I want, that I crave. That I need more than my next breath. And I’m going to fucking take it and remind him of why I’m the only person on this godforsaken planet that can give him exactly what he needs.

Every fibre of my being is vibrating, I feel alive like I’ve broken free of the suffocating chains around my neck, stripped away my pain and I can finally breathe. Even if this is only a momentary reprieve I would willingly jump in front of a train for just one more moment of time with him.

My heart is beating erratically, waves of adrenaline surge through my veins as anticipation stokes the fire of lust inside me. I scramble to throw my clothes on, unable to contain this need inside me. Every second is precious as I know my days are numbered and I want every one to be spent with him.

The cold steel of my butterfly knife finds its home snugly in my boot, a silent guardian ready for action. Never can be too careful even in a place like this, monsters lurk where you least expect them. With a silent plea, I insert the key into the lock, and turn it slowly with my heart in my throat, each click of the tumblers echoing in the silence as I wait for the door to spring open.

It feels like it takes forever but it’s probably only a couple of seconds before it gives and pops open. Shouldering my way through the gap, I check that the corridor is clear—out of habit—a necessity that my body refuses to relinquish. With a sigh the tension drains out of my shoulders as no one comes running at the sound of my escape. With the coast clear I lock the door behind me and glide down the carpeted hallway to the bathroom.

I glance over my shoulder just to be certain I’m alone and flick on the light as I step into the bathroom. I take a quick piss and freshen up before I plan to get very, very dirty. “I’m coming for you, little devil.” I smirk at myself in the mirror and run my tongue across my top teeth.

The men’s wing of the house is ensconced in shadow with only the soft whispering of snores through closed doors reaching my ears. I walk past them on silent feet making my way to the room the staff use for sleepovers as if I’m pulled by an invisible tether. Thank fuck for Roan being a gabby shit otherwise, I wouldn’t know Rhys was on this shift tonight.

His door stands between us like the sweetest torture, so near yet so far. I push my ear up against the wood barely able to make out his soft, even breaths. A shiver of excitement rolls through my body as I slip the key in the lock and turn it. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I hold my breath waiting for the barrels to engage and the lock to click.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

The ever present counter in my mind grows louder with each passing second. I know my judgement day is coming, a reckoning that will alter the face of reality and I don’t know if I’ll live to see the following sunrise. That innate knowledge means I will cherish every second I get with the man who owns my cold black heart. The key jolts when the lock releases and I shudder as anticipation licks at my skin heating the blood in my veins. My core tightens as I turn the handle and gently push the door open.

The vision I’m greeted with is one I hope they torture me with when I descend into hell for my eternal punishment because, fuck me, is it worth paying with my immortal soul. His delicious sweet ozone scent saturates the air, I take a deep inhale and step into the room quietly closing the door behind me.

There, sprawled out on his stomach, Rhys lies before me. His arms tucked beneath the pillow, his muscular back illuminated by the moonlight seeping through the sheer curtains, tracing delicate patterns across his skin. The duvet drapes lazily around his thighs, leaving his boxer-clad ass fully exposed—a tantalising sight that ignites my blood and has my cock thickening before I can even move. A primal growl rumbles in my chest, the need to fill him with my cum and breed him has me salivating for a taste.

I tear at my clothes removing them with a crazed intensity that would have most people running for their lies but I know it would be like throwing a match into a barrel of gasoline with Rhys. He might appear uptight and innocent but I know how dark he really is. How he craves to be hunted and fucked. Rutted into like a hole that needs to be destroyed and filled, until every thrust makes it pour out while he’s begging for me. I know that he needs the freedom only true submission can grant him, and I fucking love that I’m the only one who can give him exactly what he needs.

With my clothes piled up on the dresser next to the door I grab my knife from my boot and pull the covers down the bed slowly revealing another glorious inch of his golden skin. My cock is hard enough to punch through a brick wall, and a bead of precum seeps from my slit as Rhys rolls his hips against the mattress. A low hiss escapes my throat as I swipe it off with my thumb and suck it into my mouth rolling it around on my tongue before spitting onto my hand and working it along my length with a few languorous strokes.

“That’s it, baby, be a good little slut and open up for me,” I whisper in a seductive purr. My fingertips trace across his back with a teasing touch mapping out all the changes, reacquainting myself with the feel of his skin beneath my touch. It’s been too long since I’ve had him at my disposal like this, fuck I want this night to last forever but I know all good things come to an end. I trace every notch of his spine with the tip of my tongue before working his boxers over his ass and down his legs depositing them on the floor with the discarded duvet.

His eyelashes flutter as I hover over him, my nose skimming down the side of his neck. The heat emanating from his body flows over me like an electrical current that goes straight to my cock. My free hand squeezes my base so hard I have to bite down on my lip to stifle the whimper in my throat as I fight the need to come.

After a few deep inhales, I’m calm enough to move down his body without blowing instantly, I position myself on my knees between his spread legs, one slightly bent the other straight down brushing against my thigh. I revel in the juxtaposition of his soft skin and rough hair as my palms glide up his calves, and dip down to tease the sensitive skin behind his knees with my tongue drawing a quiet whimper from his parted lips. I hook my hand around his knees and push them up under his body, lifting his delectable arse and spreading him wide enough to see his twitching entrance as his cheeks part for me.

His exposed hole is like an offering from the gods displayed on an altar just for me but it’s the devil that whispers in my ear seducing me with his wicked pleasure. Rhys is my ultimate temptation, and I am his damnation. My breathing shallows as my eyes run over every inch of him, feasting on him. I still as he moves, turning his head slightly, into the pillow a soft mewl leaving his lips begging for my touch.

His hot breath fans over my cheeks before the soft brush of his dry lips sends electricity dancing over my skin. My cock thickens where it’s trapped between my body and the bed sheets. It’s as desperate as I am to feel his touch.

My lips trace patterns across his back with the barest touch as my hands run over the globes of his arse. I place a soft open mouthed kiss at the base of his spine and watch as his skin prickles with goosebumps when I pull my lips back like a wave of electricity flowing over his skin. That’s all it takes for my control to snap as a silent snarl tears up my throat. I sink my teeth into his tender flesh hard enough that the mark will still be visible when the sun rises. I bite, nip and suck my way across his exposed skin, marking him. Claiming him in the best way possible, so even when I’m not with him he’ll know who he belongs to.

“Fuck, I need to taste you,” I moan quietly into his skin as I lave away the burn from the bite marks that cover him in a litany of ownership. My tongue dips into the tip of his crack, his musky scent rolls across my tongue like a hit of H, it makes euphoria sing in my blood and my shaft ache with the need to sink inside his tight heat.

“You smell so fucking good.” A groan rumbles deep within my chest as I inhale him deeper into my lungs, dipping my nose into his crease where his musk scent is stronger. It is obscene. This primal urge that needs to be sated. It’s a dark depravity that lives and breathes inside me, if this is hell, it just became my heaven.

My thumbs skim along the curve of his cleft and dig in deep to his soft flesh. Applying enough pressure I open him up even more, exposing every part of him to me. “Such a fucking pretty pussy,” I murmur reverently, my breath ghosting over his entrance. I lick my lips as saliva pools on my tongue and spit on his puckered hole. I watch it contract as it glistens in the muted light as a bolt of lust sears through me.

I bury my face between the globes of his arse as I begin to feast on him like a starving man dying for one last morsel of food. I flatten my tongue and lick from his taint all the way up to the top of his crease before circling his entrance with the tip of my tongue teasing that first ring of muscle. I lick and suck his entrance, tasting him with every pass of my tongue. The scent of our combined arousal permeates the air like the most addictive drug, one drop will never be enough to quench the need incinerating me, liquifying my insides.

“Such a good little slut for me.” I stiffen my tongue and push it through the now softened ring of muscle and start to fuck him with it. I thrust my tongue into him like I would my cock working him open so when I sink into him I don’t hurt him. Saliva slicks down his taint and trickles over his balls eliciting a full body shudder from him. His hips start to roll as he pushes back against my tongue, his body responding to me unknowingly. Heat blooms in my heart and spreads out through my chest and down my limbs that has nothing to do with my release and everything to do with his pleasure.

One of my hands snakes down his crease teasing along his taint towards his cock, his hips lift by unspoken command allowing me access to his heavy length. My fingers wrap around his shaft and I stroke it in time with my tongue as it thrusts into him. I push in deeper as his entrance relaxes and groan as his essence coats my tongue. He clenches around me, his channel trying to suck me in further as my thumb swipes over his leaking slit collecting the precum flowing freely from him as I start to work it down his length.

“Such a needy, little hole desperate for my cock to sink all the way in.” Rhys’s body comes alive under my touch as he pushes back against me chasing my tongue as I start to withdraw, making a wicked grin split my face and lust roar in my veins. I pinch my tip as I feel my heavy balls draw up to hug the base of my shaft.

The slick sound my hand makes as it continues to work up and down his length is the only sound I can hear above our laboured breaths. I tighten my grip, flexing my fingers around him as the thick vein running up his length starts to pulse and the need to be inside him becomes too much to ignore, my body screaming at me to sink into him and make him mine. When I’m with Rhys in this way, it’s the only time my monsters are silent.

With a snarl I grip his hips raising his arse up to the perfect position, and push down between his shoulder blades so his back arches in that way that makes my knees go weak. I rest my tip against his entrance and roll my hips allowing the slick head to tease the sensitive skin. With my hands free I pat around the mattress trying to find my knife. My fingers brush against cool steel, I flick it open the sound resonating through the almost silent room that’s punctuated by our heavy panting breaths. The sharp blade sinks into the soft flesh of my palm like a knife through butter and I squeeze around it. A groan rumbles in my flesh at the ecstasy the pain ignites in me and watch with hunger as my blood trickles down his cleft. Twirling my thumb in the pooling liquid I drag it down to his entrance and slowly rub it into the relaxed ring of muscle staining him with my life source. The contrast between his moon bleached skin and the deep burgundy red of my blood will be forever tattooed on my mind.

My thumb skins inside him stretching his supple hole, working him open further. I can feel the muscles of his channel flutter around me as I add my other thumb and pull him wide open. That perfect pink pussy is nothing but a gaping hole waiting for me. I spit into him, slicking him up with my spit as I continue to work my blood inside him. A desperate whimper creeps out of him as I pump the blood from my hand over my shaft and shudder as the warm liquid spills over my sensitive skin.

“You gonna take my cock like a good little slut?” I growl as I thrust forward, the swollen head of my cock breaching his entrance, his tight heat wrapping around me. Rhys clenches around me as I slowly work my way inside him, his channel locking around my length and sucking me in, welcoming me home. Every centimetre I work into him, I feel his light flow through me finding all my broken shards as he starts to piece me back together. My head rests on my shoulders and my eyes flutter shut as I work my length all the way into him until my groin is flush with his cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, little devil, that you’ll never forget what it feels like having me inside you.” His breathing stutters as his brain finally registers what’s going on, I feel the muscles in his back tighten and momentarily before they relax under my hands, the tension drawing out of them.

“Never,” Rhys mewls softly, face buried in the pillow.

“I want you to remember what it feels like to be owned by me,” I grunt, as I cover his back with my body, caging him in. My sweat slicked skin glides over his back easily with each desperate thrust as I start to fuck into him wanting to split him open so I can live inside him forever.

“Remember...” he pants, gasping for breath with every thrust.

“It will never feel the same with anyone else.” I punctuate my words with a sharp crack of my hips. The sound of them smacking against his ass has me biting my lip so hard I break the skin.

“Never!” He cries out as I strike his prostate like it’s my life’s mission to kill him with pleasure.

“No one will ever own you like I do. Mind.” Thrust. “Body.” Thrust. “And soul.” Thrust.

“No one will ever?—“

“You’re mine, little devil,” I breathe reverently, my lips skimming the slick skin of his neck, his musky scent growing stronger as his body loses itself to its primal need. I sink my teeth into the soft skin where his neck meets his shoulder deep enough to puncture the skin. I suck hard on it drawing the blood to the surface, tainting his perfect skin with a claiming mark. Rhys is mine and anyone who sees that will know he is untouchable.

“I’m—“

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” His sobs are sweeter than a seraphims song, as they weave through the air.

“Who owns you?” My words rumble in my chest as electricity licks across our skin where it connects and his channel starts to tighten around me pulsing with his building orgasm that pushes mine closer and closer to the edge.

“You do, angel. Always. Only. You.” He cries as I feel his body start to tense underneath me.

“Fuck, yes, I do,” I growl, my release hanging on a knifes edge but I refuse to come before he does. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum you’ll be swallowing it back down.”

“Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes,” he cries, my fingers clenching on his hips as I change the angle to one I know will hit his prostate with everything single thrust.

“Fuck, little devil, if I died now I’d go to the devil with a smile on my face.”

Rhys moans, low and wanton pushing back onto me as I wreck his hole. “Oh god. Oh, angel…I need… I neeed.”

“Come for me, Rhys,” I squeeze his balls. “Come for me now, and see the fucking stars.” As if my words were the starting pistol his body locks up underneath me, his channel strangling my cock as thick ropes of cum spill from his dick untouched.

“Oh, my goooood.”

“Such a good fucking boy,” I grind out through gritted teeth and thrust once, twice more and throw my head back. A shout punches out of me as my orgasm crashes through me with the ferocity of a category five hurricane. Thick ropes of cum coat his insides staining him with my ownership, I grind against him fucking my cum as deep as possible until my cock starts to soften and slips free. With a weary sigh Rhys collapses beneath me, spent and covered with sweat his eyes flutter closed.

I slip off the bed, find my jeans and pull out the plug, Kait had one of her brothers drop off for her and pop it in my mouth to warm it up. I pick up my t-shirt and wipe myself off before slipping my boxers back on and grab Rhys’s from off the floor too.

My knee rests on the edge of the bed as I slowly manage to get control of my breathing and take the time to look at the broken man who owns me heart and soul. A lightness fills me that has everything to do with him, the one beacon of light in the darkness that is my existence. I crawl up the bed and marvel at the sight of my cum seeping from his red, swollen hole and scoop it up with my fingers and push it back in. “You sore, baby?” I coo as I fuck it into him stroking over his prostate before slipping the plug in.

“Ngggghhhhh. Fuck.” Rhys’s groan is a balm to my shattered soul. His hips flex, as I insert the plug and it brushes against that magic spot inside him making me hum with satisfaction. It only takes a couple of minutes before it settles inside him the silver glinting between the firm globes of his ass. His boxers slide up his long legs easily but it takes a couple of attempts for me to get them over his hips as he’s fallen into a deep sated sleep.

Rhys rolls onto his side as I work the duvet over him, his right arm reaching for me even in the depths of sleep like he’s pulling on that invisible tether that holds us together. I was planning on going back to my room but one look at his furrowed brow has me slipping under the covers and wrapping myself around him. Holding him close like this may be one of the last opportunities that I get to have him in my arms, that thought resonates in my mind as my eyes fall closed and sleep finally claims me.