Chapter 5:MINE

Morning light filtered softly through the curtains of Darius’s bedroom.

I lay draped across his broad chest, skin to skin, listening to the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

His eyes were closed, lashes casting faint shadows on his sharp cheekbones. One heavy arm rested around my waist even in sleep.

I was sore. Deliciously, deeply sore.

My pussy still throbbed with the memory of how brutally he had stretched and filled me last night — first on the altar in front of the entire family, then twice more in this very bed before I finally passed out from exhaustion.

Cum had dried on my thighs. My nipples were still sensitive from his mouth. And yet… I felt strangely at peace.

I never thought I would fuck my uncle.

I never imagined I would crave it this badly.

A wild, wicked thought slipped into my mind as I watched him sleep. Power. Control. After everything he had taken from me last night my virginity, my dignity, my future — I wanted something back.

I shifted higher on his body and started kissing him softly. Light presses of my lips along his collarbone, up the strong column of his neck, across his jaw.

Slow. Teasing. Worshipful.

Darius stirred. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

Before I could pull back, he captured my mouth in a hard, hungry kiss.

His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me instantly. I moaned softly into his mouth, melting against his warmth.

He broke the kiss just enough to growl against my lips, “Is this how you wake your uncle? You’re being disrespectful, little girl.”

His voice was rough with sleep and rising lust. Between each word he kept kissing me deep, filthy kisses that left us both breathless.

I could feel the smile tugging at the corner of his lips even as he tried to sound stern.

Heat pooled low in my belly. My bare pussy, already wet again, pressed against his hardening cock trapped between our bodies.

I pulled back just enough to look into those storm-gray eyes. “Let me show you respect then… Daddy.”

I kissed his jaw, slow and deliberate, then moved lower.

I wasn’t wearing a single stitch of clothing — my mourning dress had been left behind somewhere on the altar floor last night.

My full breasts brushed against his chest as I worked my way down his powerful body, kissing and licking every inch of skin I could reach.

His cock was already jerking eagerly, thick and heavy, rising to full hardness by the time I settled between his spread thighs.

I looked up at him through my lashes, feeling bold for the first time in my life.

“You took me so hard last night in front of everyone. Now I want to taste what belongs to me.”

I wrapped my hand around the thick base and dragged my tongue slowly up the entire length, savoring the salty, masculine taste of him mixed with the faint remnants of our combined pleasure. Darius hissed, one hand fisting the sheets.

“Fuck, Ivy…”

I smiled and took him into my mouth. Not gently. I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the fat head before sliding down as far as I could go.

I bobbed my head with filthy, wet sounds, drooling all over his cock while my hand stroked what I couldn’t swallow. Every time he groaned, I felt a fresh rush of power and fresh slick between my thighs.

“That’s it,” he rasped, voice strained. “Suck Daddy’s cock like a good little niece.”

I popped off just long enough to purr, “No hands. You made me cum without them last night.

Now I’m in control.”

His eyes darkened with lust and dark pride, but he kept his hands on the bed.

I rewarded him by sucking him harder, faster, taking him deeper until I gagged prettily and tears pricked my eyes.

I loved the way his thighs tensed, the way his abs flexed, the low, broken sounds he tried to hold back.

When his cock was glistening with my spit and throbbing angrily, I climbed back up his body.

I straddled his hips, hovering my soaked pussy right over his cock.

“Look at me,” I whispered.

I sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until my ass rested against his balls.

We both moaned at the stretch. I felt so full, so perfectly claimed.

I rolled my hips in slow, sensual circles, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every movement.

“God, you feel even bigger like this,” I breathed, bracing my hands on his chest as I started riding him.

“So deep… hitting places I didn’t know existed.”

I rode him with growing confidence — rising until only the head remained inside me, then slamming back down.

My tits bounced heavily with every thrust. Darius watched me like I was the most beautiful, filthy thing he’d ever seen.

I leaned forward, changing the angle so his cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me.

“You belong to me now too,” I told him, voice husky.

“This cock. This body. This obsession. You ruined me on that altar… but I’m going to keep you addicted to this pussy for the rest of your life.”

“Fuck, princess,” he groaned, hips bucking up to meet me. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

I stopped moving completely, clenching my inner walls around him in rhythmic pulses. “Not yet. I want to enjoy my new toy.”

I tortured him beautifully — riding him slow and deep, then fast and shallow.

I played with my own breasts, pinching my nipples while he watched, hungry and helpless beneath me.

Every time I felt him getting close, I slowed down again, edging him mercilessly.

Finally, when my own thighs were shaking and my orgasm was right there, I rode him hard.

Skin slapped against skin. My moans filled the luxurious bedroom as I chased my pleasure.

“Cum with me, uncle,” I gasped. “Fill your breeding slut again.”

I came first — hard. My pussy clamped down around him like a vice, gushing all over his cock as waves of pleasure tore through me.

Darius followed with a deep, guttural groan, thrusting up and pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside me.

I collapsed onto his chest, both of us panting, sweaty, and connected.

After a long, comfortable silence, Darius ran his fingers gently down my spine.

“You’re not the shy virgin anymore,” he murmured, voice warm with dark affection.

“You’re my woman now.

The mother of the next Beaumont heir… and the only one who will ever own me like this.”

I smiled against his skin, tracing lazy circles on his chest.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I plan to wake you up like this every single morning.”

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me.

“Careful what you wish for, my beautiful sin. The ritual bound you to me… but you just bound me right back.”

Outside, the estate was quiet. The family had their show. The bloodline was secured.

Inside Darius’s bed, the real possession had only just begun.

And I couldn’t wait to sin again.