Chapter Twenty: Claimed in Deception

Avery's POV.

He pressed two fingers into my folds, dragging them upward. Slowly, they brushed my clit. His cock rubbed against my pussy lips. Without warning, he rammed into me. Hard. Stretching me more.

He began thrusting in and out, setting a devastating rhythm that pushed me forward with each thrust.

“Fuckkkk.” I writhed, almost convulsing. I tugged my hands back, wanting to hold him, but he caught both my wrists, locking them behind my lower back.

He kept slamming into me roughly. My boobs bounced with his pace, nipples grazing the mattress. His hand gripped and squeezed them hard, pinching my nipples.

I could feel his balls slapping against me, making a wet sound that echoed through the room. My thighs were shaking, my pussy soaking around him. The previous pain had vanished and I was beginning to enjoy the feeling. I hate that I like this.

Every thrust knocked the air out of me. He was ruthless, punishing me with every stroke. One of his hands stayed locked on my wrists, the other still clutching my boobs.

My walls clenched tighter around him. He buried himself deeper and fucked me harder. My breath quickened and my thighs began to shake violently. I knew I was close.

“Cum.” He growled. “Cum now.”

A scream ripped out of my throat, my body cramped and jerked like someone possessed by an evil spirit as I had an orgasm.

“L–Lucian…” I gasped, my voice shaking and my breath completely gone.

He didn't stop; his hip slammed into mine, each thrust more brutal than the last. His cock drove in deeper, my body jolted with each stroke.

I was crying out with every motion. I could feel his cock twitch violently inside me as his thrusts quickened—I knew it was about to end.

He pulled out and began stroking himself. Hot loads of cum shot out from him, spilling across my back, sliding down my ass, and pooling on the mattress.

“Aaaahhh… fuuuckkkkkkk,” he groaned deep and loud, head thrown back, sweat clung to his skin as his chest heaved. He kept stroking it, milking himself for every last drop, and I felt it drench me, cum pouring all over my ass.

He lowered his hand, letting the last of his cum drip onto me. His hand slid over my ass, spreading it across my cheeks, marking me with the proof of our encounter.

A sharp smack landed across my ass, making me flinch.

“I always knew I was going to breed you, my little wolf,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, his hand lingering possessively on my skin.

I lay there in the wreckage of everything.

The sheets beneath me were damp, his warmth still clinging to my skin. My body ached in places I hadn’t known could ache, my thighs sticky.

“You think this makes me yours?” I gasped, trying to push him gently, but failing. “I’m not that easy… I only did this for Lena.”

Lucian let out a low, dangerous laugh. “Lena? You really thought I would kill my own sister? I only said those words because I knew you were listening.”

I flared up, heat rising in my chest, eyes blazing. “You are so cruel! How could you use your own sister for your selfish interests, all because of a pussy?”

My voice cracked with rage and disbelief, trembling with fury.

He leaned closer, the heat from his body pressing against mine. “I always get what I want,” he said, low and dangerous, his lips curling in a smirk. “Even if it means using my sister.”

I opened my mouth, ready to argue, to tell him he was monstrous, but he didn’t wait. “Clean yourself up,” he commanded.“The sheets too. Change them.”

Just like that, he dismissed me, walking toward the chamber’s bath, leaving me behind—after he had deceived me, after he had used me.

I stayed frozen in that position, chest heaving, tears stinging my eyes. Slowly, I reached for the sheets, pulling them close to my body as I buried my face into the fabric, trying to bite down on my scream.

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The morning after, my body felt like it didn't belong to me anymore. I felt tired. Sore. Every movement reminded me of what had happened in that room.

I dressed slowly, fingers fumbling with the ties of my dress. The fabric brushed against the bruises on my wrists, and I hissed through my teeth.

The corridor was already busy with morning movement. Servants carrying trays, guards changing positions. I kept my eyes down and walked toward the kitchen.

I had almost made it when I felt her before I saw her.

A woman leaned against the wall just outside the kitchen doorway. Arms crossed. Hip cocked. Eyes moving over me slowly from head to toe like I was dirt on her skin.

She smiled. Slow and sharp.

"Well," her voice was loud just enough to reach the servants nearby. "Look who's walking funny this morning."

I kept moving.

She pushed off the wall and fell into step beside me, uninvited. "I heard you were the one who refused to be anyone's slut." A small laugh escaped her. "Funny how that worked out."

I stopped walking. She leaned in slightly, her voice like a quiet hum, barely audible. "Did he fuck you so rough you forgot your own name? Or did you cry through all of it?"

"Mm-hmm," she continued, tilting her head, letting a wicked, knowing smile spread across her lips. "You look like you’ve been thoroughly claimed."

I met her gaze, letting a wicked smile of my own curl across my lips.

"Maybe I should tell him…" I paused, watching the flicker in her eyes, “…you were at the door, listening to him fuck me last night.”