Marked

‎They say time heals everything.  

‎But time didn’t heal me. It only taught me how to survive.

‎I stared at the silver-framed mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection blurred by a streak of dust. Same eyes. Same hollow stare. Same collar with the Light family crest pressing against my throat like a curse I couldn’t escape.

‎They took everything from me.

‎My mother. My sisters. My home in Springville.

‎"Selene!"  

‎His voice boomed again, sharp like a whip crack.

‎Darius Light. The man who owned me. The man who destroyed my world and made me his personal slave.

‎"Yes, Master," I answered, steady as always. As I turned to him, my heart didn’t listen—it raced.

‎Twelve years, and I still couldn’t breathe right when he called.  

‎But I wasn’t weak.  

‎Not anymore.

‎"Off with your panties!" Darius snapped loudly out of anger, pulling off his shirt. I kept trembling in fear, as my legs couldn't hold me up. I was sweating profusely even before the sex, hoping to scream and that someone would come to help. 

‎I fixed my gaze beneath his trousers, staring at the outline of his large d*k straining to be free at any moment. 'How has his d*k grown larger?' I questioned myself, fearful of how painful what we were about to do would become.

‎He walked closer to me, pulling down his trousers impatiently, his eyes filled with lust as always. After pulling down his trousers, he then pulled down his panties as well, tossing them aside. His penis was pointing straight at me. I was filled with lust too, already feeling its urge beneath me, but I was also scared. 

‎"Do you need me to take them off for you?" he asked, his eyes wide open in anger.

‎I took another quick glance at his d*k, fully hard now and Impossibly thick, veins pulsing along its length.

‎It looked way too big for me; another knot of fear tightened in my chest. I wanted this, carved the closeness and the rush of giving in, but the thought of it Streatching made my hands tremble. Still, I couldn't to back out.

‎I reached out slowly, my fingers wrapping around my pants, I stroked it down gently also did the same to my bra feeling it's heat and girth. I leaned closer heart racing with equal parts of desire and dread.

‎Impatiently, Darius dragged me down to the bed angrily, his grip tight on my waist like he owned  every inch of me, which he did as his sex slave. 

‎"On your Stomach" the growled, his Voice rough and thick. I obeyed, my heart pounding as I turned over, knowing what was Coming.

‎he positioned Himself behind me, his massive length pressing against my skin, too huge.

‎"Please, gently" I whispered Softly, but he Ignore

‎Pushing into my light a*s with a forceful thrust that ripped a sharp cry from my throat.

‎"Ouch...." I moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain. The burn was intense.

‎He didn't slow, thrusting deeper with angry grunts, his hand pinning my hip down.

‎"Awn....," I continued gasping, tears stinging my eyes as the fullness mixed with unwanted sensations.

‎"Dad," a cold voice interrupted behind us. It sounded thick and edible. I knew it wasn't Mike. The voice didn't sound like his. I turned my head, taking a quick glance. His cold, handsome, and also terrifying look met mine. My pulse shifted.

‎Darius pulled out, giving a heavy sigh. "I'm coming, Ethan," he exhaled softly, rubbing my smooth a*s with his thick palm.

‎I turned my face back, looking down at the bed. So that is his first son? I wondered in my mind. I possibly didn't know the kind of person he will be, but I guess he will be just like his father.

‎Darius stepped down from the bed in a rush, pulling on his clothes quickly. It seemed they had an important place to go. I lay still, wondering why his son had appeared today after so many years. 

‎I took another quick glance at him. 'What? He had been staring at me all this while.' I quickly turned back, realizing I was still naked. Reluctantly, I covered my body with the bedsheets. Then I heard a slight chuckle. It was him. 

‎"Selene, you're coming with us," Darius commanded, then walked out, slamming the door behind him.

‎I stood there, still watching Ethan. "What a good name, Selene," he finally spoke. His voice was clear and soft, yet it was cold, even colder than his father's. 

‎'I guess I was right that he will be just like his father,' I thought, changing my position to face him directly. 

‎"I wondered why Ethan had been staring at his father's girl, even when she is naked." I fixed my eyes on him. I could now see him clearly, and finally, he was totally handsome, black hair and broad chest. 

‎"I also wondered if Selene didn't know she would be mine one day, and I had to examine her." He replied, his steely gaze still fixed on me. 

‎I stared at him, scanning his huge body. I'm sure he would be huge beneath. 

‎I smiled, releasing the bedsheet covering my body. "I hope you like what you see," I said softly, shifting my body in rhythm with my hands, pulling down the bedsheet until it completely revealed my naked self.

‎Suddenly, I found him walking up to me, each of his steps echoing in my head as my eyes rose gently. "Is he coming to fu*k me?" I thought silently, my eyes following his every move. 

‎Ethan stopped, staring directly at my breast. I thought that was the only thing that attracted him, but I was wrong. It was the mark on my breast. 

‎"You are from the Springville," he said, barely above a whisper.

‎There was no single hint of lust in him. Only curiosity. I'm sure he knew more about my kind. His hands slipped down gently toward my breast, my heart thumping. Part of me was calling for him, with sweat dripping down my cheeks gently to my nipple. The sensation and chemistry were hot. 

‎He touched it at last, rubbing the part as if it was a kind of treasure. His touch was gentle and fragile. I've never felt this way before. 

‎I lay still, holding my breath. 'What? How come I'm w*t?' my mind whispered in awe. 

‎He kept staring at the full moon mark on my breast, grabbing and rubbing it gently with care, as if he cherished it. All of a sudden, I began to c*m. 

‎My p*sy was calling for him, and all other parts of my body. This was the very first time I wanted someone in my p*sy. But unfortunately, it's forbidden for slaves like me. 

‎"He deserves to die," he finally said, his voice carrying a long and hidden resentment.

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