Page 22 of Velka Manor

“Please.Please.”

A sob racks up in my chest, the blindfold that covers my eyes soaked to my face from tears and sweat. Dorian and Bastian have me clasped between them, easing the restraints holding me. I can’t stand, my legs no longer working. I’m completely worn out, but my pussy doesn’t seem to get the memo.

I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve come. I don’t know how long this has been going on or even what day it is. There is only them. Nothing else. I can’t think, can hardly speak, but Ineedsomething.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” Bastian whispers softly in my ear, acting like a sweet protector when he’s actually the devil. He’s been relentless in my punishment. I thought Dorian would be the worst, but Bastian has exceeded my expectations.

“Please,” I husk, my voice destroyed from screaming. “I…I can’t… I need…big brother.”

I whine, wiggling between them, not making sense, but nothing makes sense anymore. Only them.

“That’s enough, Bastian.”

Bastian matches my whine, but the vibrator on my clit stops, and I sigh in relief. I could worship at their feet. Anything they wanted would be theirs. My soul, my life, my death—I would give it all to them for finally stopping.

“We don’t want your death,” Bastian chuckles as Dorian says, “But we will take everything else.”

Shit, did I say all that out loud?

“Yes, you did. Now close your eyes for me,” Dorian orders, and I do as I’m told.

His fingers skims across my sweaty cheeks, tugging at the blindfold that has stuck to my face. He pulls it off, and I keep my eyes shut.

“That’s my good girl.”

Dorian lays a kiss on each of my eyelids, the touch so sweet and soft, it has a lump forming in my throat. “Keep them closed for me and stand still while we work. Bastian has you,” he whispers, and I feel Bastian’s arms looping around my waist, taking my weight.

The binds holding me snap away from my body, the sound of a knife cutting through rope filling the air. After each cut, Dorian rubs my flesh, his sweet lips trailing kisses as he goes. I whine in Bastian’s arms, trying to pull away from their touch and chasing it at the same time.

“You did so well for us, baby,” Bastian praises softly in my ear. “Your pussy is a work of fucking art. I can’t wait to lick you clean once our big brother fills you up.”

I squirm in his grip, rubbing myself all over him. Dorian hisses against my thigh, removing the ankle lock. My sorely abused sex throbs with need at the mental image, and I pant, unable to help myself.

“Do you like the thought of me licking his cum out of you? My mouth filled with both of your releases as you suffocate me? Iwant you to sit on my fucking face until I pass out. I want your scent burned into my senses as the devil tries to drag me to hell.”

Bas slips his hand between my legs, cupping me hard, two fingers slipping inside, feeling how much he’s turning me on. He hisses, dragging his tongue up my cheek and sinking his teeth into my skin.

“You’re so fucking drenched. Such a beautiful, broken mess for us.” He twists my head, and rests his lips on mine, not kissing me but breathing in my air.

“I love you, Octavia. You are what keeps my heart beating.”

I suck in a deep breath, his breath, my eyes flying open even though Dorian told me to keep them closed. The light in the room burns, making me hiss and whimper in pain, but I force them to stay open.

We don’t say love in this family; it’s not a word we use at all. No one in this goddamn bloodline loves the other because we have it literally beat into us that love is a weakness. I have loved my brothers all my life, but I’ve never told them that because…because we don’t say the word.

“You…you just said…” I stutter, unable to form the sentence.

I spent a month with my grandfather when I was ten years old to be taught what it meant to be in this bloodline. I experienced beatings and torture for a week, which ingrained in me the belief that love destroys and bloodline loyalty is the only thing that matters. I didn’t need the beatings, to be honest; Dorian and Bastian had ingrained into me that we could never say the ‘L’ word no matter how much we care for each other. They had six months with Grandfather when they were ten.

“Bas…” I whisper, a lump forming in my throat.

Bas gulps hard, a vulnerability in his gaze that I haveneverseen before. It takes my fucking breath away, my heart stuttering in my chest. The world falls away; I don’t even feel Dorian anymore or the weakness in my body. It’s just the two of us.

“You said you loved me.”

He nods his head slowly, licking his lips, touching mine at the same time. “I would break all the rules for you, Octavia. I wouldn’t just kill for you—I would fucking die for you. You are the only reason I stay alive.” He turns me to face him, cupping my cheeks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I promise that, after today, you will never go another moment without me saying those three words to you. You are mine, pretty girl, until death do we part.”

His lips consume me, and I fall into the kiss, letting it fill my entire being. My heart is pounding so hard in my chest, I fear it might break. I’m terrified that this might be a dream or a memory, that any moment, I’ll snap back into reality and lose this…them.

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