Page 103 of Deviant Illusions

Without Kane choking me, it’s harder to restrain my moans. Especially when he uses his hold on my jaw to pull me into him as he slips off the bed to stand behind me. My eyes roll back when he plants his foot on the bed, getting deeper and changing the angle. And when I look up, he pulls my head back so I’m staring at him.

“Saymyname.” He softly kisses my hairline. “Please, Delilah.”

“Beg,” I croak.

“I fucking am. Please just say my name.”

“No. Beg for my forgiveness and know that I will never give it to you.”

I fall forward as he abruptly lets go of my face. My legs slip when he pulls out and I just stare at him. The way his chest heaves, how his sweats are around his thighs with blood staining his skin, and the wildness in his eyes. Yet my words aren’t enough to sink into his thick skull because he flips me onto my back then falls over me, trapping me underneath him.

“I can’t,” he whispers against my lips as he pushes into me again, slower this time. “I don’t want your forgiveness. I want your hate. Give me it and say my fucking name.”

“Fuck you.” I stretch out, gripping the sheets to help me claw my way under the pillow to grab the scalpel I hid. The moonlight catches the sharp edge as I swing it through the air and push it under Kane’s jaw. “I feel nothing for you,reflection.”

A small smile graces his face as he looks down at my hand. It gets wider when he looks back at me, breathing out, “That’s my pretty girl. Hate me while I love you.”

“I’ll do it,” I lie, my hand trembling at the thought of killing him.

But he softly kisses the inside of my wrist, pushing his neck deeper into the blade. “I know you will, my beautiful wife.”

We both jump as something slams against the door. I can’t pull my hand back quickly enough. Kane continues grinding against me, pushing his dick deeper as he hisses as the scalpel cuts through his skin. He doesn’t stop until there’s another thud, followed by the door slowly creaking open.

“You’ve been given the rules, boy,” my father says.

Kane flattens over me with his hand pressed on the headboard as he turns his head, looking at the light seeping through the open door where my fucking father is standing. I peek around his shoulder only to find that the bastard isn’t alone. My mother is at his side in her usual silk nightdress. They’re holding hands.

I’ve never seen my parents hold hands.

It’s a stupid thing to focus on when I currently have Kane’s dick inside me, but for some reason I do. They’re not normal people who care or show affection. My mother once slapped me when asking her for a hug, but they both stand there watching us.

Kane doesn’t disguise his hate as he orders, “Get the fuck out.”

My perverted parents don’t move.

He manages to turn us without removing his dick from me before he reaches out for the edge of the sheet to cover my bare legs. Then tucks himself away while pulling the sheet up, allowing me a glimpse of the crimson smudges above his dick. I’m not on my period and I didn’t feel any pain, so I don’t know what it could be from.

The light streaming from the open door in the otherwise dark room shows how much damage I caused as he lifts off the bed. The healing lashes over his shoulders have been torn open by my nails. His blood is stuck in my nail beds, but I’m proud of myself and him as he storms towards my parents without any pain in his steps.

I lay there, gripping the sheet at my chin, just watching him as he cocks his arm back and punches my father in the face. The mighty, controlled, untouchable Harkin Leroux stumbles back as Kane spits, “You’ve been given the rules too. Do not fucking look at my wife, do not speak to her, do not think about her. Or I will take your wife and slit her fucking throat.”

Helene’s cane taps against the floor, but her voice is worse as she barks, “Harkin.”

I’ve never seen my father afraid before.

He wasn’t when he hit me, when I argued with him, or in the videos of me drugged and laying on a bed. The memories from the hospital are too fuzzy to know if he did what he did out of fear. I’d like to think he did, but right now he pales. Then stumbles over his words as Helene stops in front of him.

“We were just?—”

She lifts her stick and slaps the sharp edge of the horns against his lip, splitting it instantly. “You may wait for yourpunishment for disobeying me.” She looks at my mother. “Both of you.”

Is she on our side now? Or is she territorial over being the only villain in our lives?

My allegiance is shallow and at this moment I like her as she swings her stick, hooking the horns against my father’s nape to pull him down to her eye level. “It is not your place to correct the actions of my lineage. It will serve you well to remember that in the future.”

She pulls him further forward, keeping her back to us as he stumbles, then releases him so that we can all watch them walk away, heads bowed, hands together.

“Make yourself presentable to witness their punishments,” she says, then follows them through the hallway, her stick tapping against the floor until the muted clinks against the staircase wane.

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