Page 26 of Velka Manor

I move my body against his, taking him as deep as I can, pleasure swirling in my stomach with every brush of my clit against him. His cock pulses inside me, and I tighten around him on each one, making him grunt. Reaching for his tie, I move it off his collar onto his neck, and pull the end until the knot tightens, cutting off his oxygen, chokinghim.

His eyes blaze, and his movements become feral. His fingers cut into the top of my thighs so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. My head slams against the wall, and I can no longer move but enjoy the ride, holding onto his tie for dear life as his face turns red.

“You did poison me, Dorian. You infected me with your darkness, but you forgot that you’re not immune yourself.”

I tug his tie harder, pushing my back against the wall, jolting forward to make him fall. We tumble to the ground, but he keepshis hands on my thighs, not attempting to break his fall, and lands with a loud bang. His cock—impressively—stays inside me, throbbing harder than ever. He tries to lift himself up and take control, but I push on his chest, forcing him to stay down, tugging the tie with the other.

“My turn now, big brother.” I roll my hips with each word, enjoying his muted grunts of pleasure. “While you were busy trying to pull me to the dark side, you didn’t realise I was shining the light on you. You love me, Dorian Stone. I know you love me; I don’t need the words from you. You think you tricked me into loving you, but I’m the one who let it happen.”

I lean forward, continuing to slowly grind on him, high on the pleasure, placing my lips on his. “Come for me, big brother, the one you are totally and completely in love with.”

He lets out a silent moan, bruising my thighs in his grip, his hips stuttering underneath me. My orgasm explodes at the same time, and I cry my relief into his mouth. He lets go of my leg, searching for something, and produces a gleaming knife, cutting the tie strangling him. He gasps for breath, gulping in lungfuls of air before fisting my hair and bringing me in for a scorching kiss.

“You can be such a brat, Octavia,” he grunts breathlessly. “Almost bloody killed me then.”

I giggle against his lips, pulling back, unable to hold my smile in. “Lucky you love me then, isn’t it?”

He scowls, slapping my ass, sending a searing pain across it that has me screaming.

“What the hell?”

That slap shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did—it wasn’t that hard. I twist my head around, but I can’t see anything at this angle. I turn back to Dorian, his scowl gone, replaced by a smirk.

“What have you done?”

I know that smirk, and I especially know that excited glee on his face. It’s the one he always gives when he gets one up on something with Bastian. I don’t like this.

“Come on, angel, it’s time to wake our brother up. I believe he was saying last night how he wanted to eat that sweet pussy of yours after I filled you up.”

He moves us quickly, standing up and chucking me over his shoulder. I squeal at the motion, slapping his ass, kicking my legs. “What have you done, Rian?”

Teeth sink into my ass cheek, the one causing me pain, and I scream, trying to wriggle away, but he holds me tight. He chuckles against my skin, dragging his tongue across where he just took a bite, soothing it. What the fuck has he done?

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Bastian

I’m enjoying my fantastic pancake breakfast, humming a happy little tune to myself, licking the syrup from my fingers, tasting sweet goodness along with sickly syrup. Nothing tastes better than Octavia’s sweet pussy. I made sure not to wash my hands before we came down for breakfast, wanting to keep her on me for as long as possible.

Never thought waking up unable to breathe, fighting for my life, would be on my list of things I never want to live without, but having it be because Octavia was sitting on top of me, her pussy on my lips begging for my touch? Well, that changes everything. She didn't sit there willingly; it was more like she was forced. Dorian tied her up with his tie and held her there while she alternated between moaning in pleasure at my tongue and threatening to cut his balls off. Both things were an enormous turn on.

Now I’m the only one enjoying their breakfast. Pretty girl didn’t like the present Dorian gave her last night when she was passed out between us, and Dorian doesn’t like that she is now giving him the silent treatment.

“Sooo,” I say, prolonging the word. “How is everyone doing this beautiful morning?”

Octavia scowls across the table, stabbing her sausage and aggressively cutting it, beautiful bite marks and bruises decorating her skin. She refused to sit next to us, plopping herself down in her usual seat. I tried to sit next to her, but she almost stabbed me in the dick. I love her, but that is a bit too kinky, even for me. Dorian has a matching scowl directed at me, and I shrug my shoulders, going back to licking my fingers.

“How long do you believe this little tantrum is going to last? We have things to discuss. Things that require you to participate in the conversation,” Dorian says, taking a sip of his tea.

Octavia’s cutlery clatters to the side, and pure, unhinged anger filters into her gaze that has my dick hardening. I grip it tight, adjusting myself in my jeans. I’m pretty sure this would be a bad time to suggest she crawl on her hands and knees and choke on my dick while I finish eating, but then again, maybe…

“Tantrum?Tantrum?” she spits. “You tattooed your names on my ass when I was passed out! I am not having alittle fucking tantrum. I’m trying really hard not to murder you both!”

Okay, so maybe it’s not the right time.

“Hey, I didn’t do the tattooing,” I exclaim. It may have been my suggestion, but I wasn’t the actual transgressor.

“Please,” she hisses. “This idea has your name written all over it.”

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