Page 25 of Velka Manor

Ghost matches his smirk, raising an eyebrow, which Rian matches. He chuckles hauntingly in that weird way of his, sending me back to my childhood. Ghost’s laugh always scared me. He’s a hauntingly beautiful man, but in a run for your life type of way.

“I believe I know the perfect room to set the guest up in. Congratulations, by the way. I forgot to say it earlier,” he says, slapping Dorian on the shoulder and walking away. “Welcome home, little mouse. It’s good to have you back.”

He flicks me a look over his shoulder, and I scowl back at him. I hate that nickname; he always called me a mouse finding herself in places she shouldn’t be. Of course, the ghost knew I was here watching, and from the unsurprised look on Dorian’s face, so did he.

He crosses his arms over his chest, frowning hard at me as I step out from behind the corner.

“Morning, big brother,” I say, smiling innocently. “Strawberry?” I hold out the bowl, making my smile bigger, batting my eyelashes.

“I distinctly remember telling you that you’re not allowed to walk through this manor without Bastian or I at your side.” He strolls towards me, his frown deepening with each step. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifts my head, leaning down. “That is twice now you have broken our rule. Are you having problems with your memory, little sister?”

My fingers search the bowl in my hands for a strawberry without breaking his imploring gaze, bringing one to my lips and taking a bite. The sweetness makes my taste buds sing, juice dripping down the corner of my mouth onto my chin. Dorian tries to resist watching, but his eyes keep flickering as he gulps hard, his grip on my chin tightening.

“My memory works just fine, big brother,” I husk. “I just don’t enjoy following the rules. I will never follow rules again. Shattering every rule got me you.”

“I will punish you every time you break a rule, Octavia,” he mutters, pushing me against the wall. His free hand grips my thigh, pressing himself tight against me.

“Good. I like your punishments.” I drag the half bitten strawberry across his lips, painting them pink. He opens his mouth and takes the whole thing, biting my fingers, his tongue lapping up the juices. “How would you like to punish me?”

His eyes go hooded, his nostrils flaring as he lifts me from my feet, wrapping my legs around him. The bowl of strawberries shatters to the floor, and he unzips himself faster than I can blink, lining himself up.

“Already wet and ready for me, angel?”

He runs the head of his cock through my slit, and I moan, my head hitting the wall. “Always.”

There’s never a time I’m not ready for him. I will never tire of him, will never be bored or unhappy. He has always been my protector, and I will always be his safe haven. No one can understand what we have gone through, the life we have lived, our future.

“I love you, Dorian. I have loved you my entire life in different ways, but there has never been one second where I didn’t. I have always been yours,” I whisper, unable to hold back my feelings, saying them out loud for anyone to hear.

Dorian freezes, his eyes wide, mouth opening and closing before his jaw clenches. Tears fill my eyes, but I understand it, understandhim, more than anyone could.

“It’s okay,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against his. “You don’t need to say it. You’ve shown me how you feel for years. I don’t need the words. I just need you, Dorian. Only you.”

Out of the three of us, Dorian had the hardest time, raised to be Father's successor. He’s the one who has always struggled with feelings and showing any type of emotion. I meant what I said: I don’t need to hear him say it to know he loves me.

“Angel,” he whispers, but he’s cut off with the clattering of dishes and a squeal of surprise.

“Oh… oh my… I didn’t mean…” A maid flutters on the floor, frozen to the spot, staring at us.

We stare at her, as frozen as she is. My heart beats wildly, but I cannot deny the wetness pooling on the tip of Dorian’s cock, the excitement of being caught sending me wild.

“Fuck me, big brother,” I order, pushing down on him.

He whirls his head, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. “Well, if my little sister wants to be fucked, who am I to deny her?”

He forces his way inside, filling me up, making my body ache and burn with the soreness of last night. I chase the pain and pleasure, rolling my hips, wrapping my hands around his neck.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I will leave you to it. I didn’t mean-”

We ignore the maid, lost in each other. Every roll of my hips, my clit hits his stomach, and he grabs my hips, tilting just right so the head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside me. I cry out at the angle, working faster to chase the blaze of bliss he fills me with.

“I love you, Dorian,” I cry as he sinks inside me. “I love you so much, and I will tell you that every day until you realise youare worthy of it. I will tell you until my throat bleeds, until you realise you deserve it.”

His hips stutter, and he takes in a deep breath, fury on his face. From my words or because I know his secret, I’m not sure. He doesn’t believe he is worthy of love. I’ve seen it all my life; he does everything for me and Bastian. He constantly makes sure we are both okay, but he always holds himself back, watching us have fun but never joining in.

His hands wrap around my throat, cutting off my oxygen, his nostrils flaring as he squeezes. His hips pounds faster, fucking me against the wall as I hold on tight. I mouth the words I love you again, not stopping even as he chokes me. He releases my throat, crashing his lips to mine, and I suck in a lungful of air, breathing him in.

“Octavia,” he moans, fucking me harder and faster. “I’m supposed to be the one poisoning you, twisting your heart until it only beats for us, not the other way around. You have no idea what you do to me.”

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