Page 5 of Velka Manor

“In the skull, of course. How could I possibly forget that?” He laughs quietly, unbuttoning his shirt.

I fly off the bed, storming over to wrap my hand around his throat. His head slams against the wall with such a force, the sound echoes in the room. His pale skin turns purple with the lack of oxygen, his breathing stopped by the force of my grip. My brother doesn’t struggle, doesn’t try to rip my hand off his neck. He simply smirks, relaxed in my hold.

“I swear,big brother,” I snarl. “If you’ve fucked things up before she’s even been back one night, I will tear you apart.”

My nose presses against his, spittle flying at his face. I have not waited this long for him to fuck it all up. My patience isn’t like his; I’ve been tearing at the walls since she’s been gone, my broken mind shattering even more without her.

His tongue slowly draws out, licking the spit that hit the side of his mouth. He thrusts his hips against mine, grinding his hardening cock into me. I growl in his face, an animalistic sound, as his hands shoot up, twining into my hair. He yanks me close, fusing our lips together. I bite his bottom lip until I taste blood, grinding against him, my balls aching with need. His tongue flickers out, tasting like metal, forcing its way into my mouth. I release my hold on his neck, and he inhales my breath, sucking in a lungful until we’re breathing each other in as one.

I am not complete without him. His is my other half, the co-owner of our corrupted soul—being with each other is as natural as breathing. I moan into his mouth as he grabs my cock, twisting it painfully hard, giving me the pain I crave.

“I will say this once, little brother,” he whispers against my lips. “She had to be told like that. She needs to push againstus, to not be so protected. I know what I’m doing. She’s not a delicate little princess locked in some castle. She’s a dark, chained angel who needs the darkness to thrive.Weare her darkness, and we will consume her so thoroughly, she will never find the light again.”

He pops open the buttons of my jeans, pushing them halfway down my ass until my cock springs free. His nails dig into my sensitive flesh as he wraps his hand around it like it’s his own, and my head falls back in pure bliss.

“I think our little sister deserves a true welcome home, don’t you?”

He works his hand faster, a blade of a knife appearing in the other, cutting the seams of my top until it falls to the ground. He runs the edge of the blade over my chest that’s littered with tattoos and scars, pushing deep until blood trickles down. Beads of pre-cum glisten on the head of my cock, and he releases it, swiping his fingers through the whiteness, bringing it to his lips.

“What were you thinking?” I pant, licking my lips as he tastes my cum, humming in delight.

His silver-grey eyes sparkle with that unhinged joy we share, and I know straight away what the perfect homecoming will be for our little sister.

“I think the nightmare demons need to come out to play.” He grins wickedly, shredding his top, pushing me away.

I pant, adrenaline consuming my body, drowning my veins until all I can feel is the pulsing need of excitement that makes me come alive. He opens the chest at the end of our bed, producing masks and all our equipment.

“Fright night at Velka Manor has begun.”

5

Octavia

It feels strange being back in the castle. I wished for nothing else every night, praying to whoever could hear me to take me home, but now that I’m back, something doesn’t feel right. My skin itches, an unsettled hum vibrating through my body. I feel off, a tension filling the room, unable to be ignored.

Perhaps it’s the new bedroom. My room used to be in the south wing, all alone, separate from everyone else. Father used to say it wasn’t proper for a girl to share the same wing as her brothers, but he didn’t seem to have a problem with Bas and Rian not only sharing a room, but a bed as well.

As I got older and more rebellious, I would scream at him about how unfair it was, earning me a slap across the face each time. He would punish me by limiting my access to the twins, keeping them so busy, I would hardly see them.

His punishment worked; it only took a few times before I never mentioned it again. Being away from them was too hard. My days would feel empty; I would wander around this giant castle, searching for them or secrets of what they were doing tofeel more connected. I lost a piece of myself whenever we were apart.

My days may have been an empty void, but my nights never were. They would seek me out, silent as ghosts, wrapping their hands around mine and carrying me to their room. They would settle me in between them, most of the time covered in blood or filth, never speaking a word. They would simply hold me tight, stroking my hair, burying their faces in my neck and breathing deep. They’d sneak me out before sunrise, carrying me back to my room with a simple promise to return. And now, I’m exactly where I demanded to be for all those years: wishing I was back in the south wing.

I slam the empty cup of tea the maid brought on the bedside cabinet, burying myself deep in the thick covers on my black four-poster bed. I finally convince myself that I need to separate myself from them, to accept the tiny crumbs of just existing in the same place, and they demand that I never be apart from them. It’s a dream come true and a walking nightmare all at the same time. Father might not be here now, but he’ll be back. The staff will surely inform him. He will send me away for sure—or worse.

Do they not realise that? Do they not care that to be with them, I need to put as much distance between us as possible?

Of course they don’t, because they don’t know how sick my thoughts are—how I used to touch myself as I laid in bed between them while they were fast asleep, or how I bribed a maid to buy a selection of toys so I could use them while thinking of my twin brothers.

Technically, my family would consider me a virgin—if you believe in the concept of virginity or that it requires a fleshed cock to change that fact. I broke my hymen long ago, fucked myself with multiple dildos, screaming their names into mypillow. I might have not been with a man before, but I’ve had a lot of experience getting to know my body.

I’m not sure if that would count in the bloodline’s eyes as breaking the rules. They believe that every woman should remain a virgin until they are matched for marriage, sold off to someone else in the family who isn’t so directly related. My father called me a vile and twisted little girl for feeling the things I do for my brothers, but he and everyone else in this fucking family have a drop of blood in common. I guess mine was just too close.

My eyes become heavy, and I sink further into the pillows, feeling like I’m floating on a cloud of candyfloss. They fall shut as I drift off, laughing in my head at the hypocrisy of it all. I’m too wicked of a person to live in a castle named after the goddess of sin herself. Maybe the castle caused me to be born cursed, a rejected sinner in the house of depravity.

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The sheer curtains on my bed turn into dripping black tar, snakes appearing from all sides, hissing, angry that I’m here. They hiss that I should leave, that I’m in the wrong place. I’m bad.

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