20. DEVRIM

“You bred with her,” I snarled the moment Obsidian stepped into the kitchen. “You marked her with bruises!”

Obsidian walked over to the fridge and opened it. Reaching inside, he grabbed the milk and slammed the door closed. Our eyes locked when he uncapped the bottle and raised it to his lips.

I reached out to grab hold of the countertop so I wouldn’t storm over to him and rip the bottle from his hold.

“She deserved it,” he rasped after lowering the bottle. “I told her to stop touching me.”

“So you fucking forced her?”

Obsidian snarled and slammed the bottle down. “I never fucking forced her.”

“Really?” I straightened and hissed at him. “So you didn’t choke her and force-breed her as she fought for air. You didn’t hold her down with your teeth while—”

A ferocious snarl fell from his lips before he attacked.

I stumbled from the force of his palm slamming into the middle of my chest. Before I could regain my balance, Obsidian threw another punch, which sent me crashing into the cabinets. Glasses and plates crashed to the floor along with me when I lost my balance.

He was on top of me, straddling my lower back with a hand gripping in my hair before I could suck in a breath.

Glass dug into my stomach from the added weight on top of me.

“I’m not them,” he snarled, but I could hear a hint of hurt in his voice.

“You—”

His hold tightened. Warm breath fanned my cheek and ear as he leaned closer. He growled. “You, out of all, should know that I would never wish for anyone to endure what I had in the facility.”

Guilt flooded me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “When you—”

“Some kid tackled her and she hit her head and was knocked out. I was hunting when I found them.”

“H-how did y-you end up…”

“Fucking her?” he questioned, as crudely as always.

I swallowed and waited, but Obsidian never got the chance to answer.

“Oh my God,” I heard Vanya gasp.

Obsidian’s hold on my hair kept me from turning my head to look at her.

“Devrim thinks I raped you,” he told her. “Why don’t you tell him how much you enjoyed it, sweets?”

I heard her swallow in the silence that followed his words.

A dark chuckle fell from Obsidian’s lips.

He moved and pulled me along with the hold he still had of my hair. A few minutes later, I found myself kneeling on the floor with Obsidian behind me. He used the hold he had of my hair to force me to look at Vanya.

She was standing in the doorway, still dressed in his shirt, with Ezra right behind her. He thankfully had a restraining arm wrapped around her waist.

“Tell him.”

Her eyes snapped over to his and then to mine.

“Tell him how wet you were. Tell him how much you enjoyed having my cock inside your pussy.” He purred, as he pressed his lips against my ear. “She was so fucking wet and warm.”

My breathing sped up when he reached around me and wrapped a hand around my throat. I sucked in a sharp breath when his lips wrapped around my earlobe and sucked it into his mouth.

A whimper echoed around the kitchen.

“Look at them,” Obsidian ordered.

Somehow my eyes had fluttered closed without me realizing it. I opened them and blinked at Ezra and Vanya.

“You should’ve felt how hard her pussy clenched around me as I squeezed her throat while I fucked her.”

His hold tightened in demonstration to his words, and by God, I almost came in my fucking pants. It was safe to say that this confrontation didn’t go as I had planned.

“Did I force you, Vanya?”

I looked at her, waiting for her to answer his question. She licked her lips and then shook her head.

“Say it,” Obsidian snarled.

“N-no,” she whispered. “H-he didn’t force me.”

Obsidian’s lips brushed my skin as he spoke low enough only for me and Ezra to hear. “Hear that, Dev?” He squeezed my throat. “If you ever fucking accuse me of raping anyone, I’ll fucking kill you. Is that clear?”

I nodded, unable to utter a word. He purred and pressed his chest against my back for a few seconds more before he let me go and got up.

Without sparing us a glance, Obsidian disappeared down the hall. A second later, the sound of the basement door slamming shut echoed in the silence.

Everyone stood frozen for a few more seconds before we were all moving.

I got to my feet just as Vanya broke out of Ezra’s loose hold and hurried over to me.

“You’re bleeding,” she whispered. “There’s glass stuck in your skin.”

I caught her hand before she could touch me. “It’ll heal.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I get that you’re not human, but I’m going to clean those cuts whether you like it or not.”

My eyes darted over her face. Determination was the only emotion I could see in her eyes.

The last thing I wanted was for her to touch me.

I swallowed when she pulled her hand from mine and grabbed my arm. Vanya led me towards the stairs. As a last resort, I looked over my shoulder at Ezra, but he was busy picking up pieces of broken glass from the floor.

I stayed silent as Vanya led me into her bedroom and then into the bathroom. She lowered the toilet lid and then pushed me down on it.

My eyes trailed over her as she searched through the cabinets. She was only wearing his shirt. I pursed my lips as I watched her. I wasn’t sure if I felt jealous of what Obsidian had experienced or angry because he had… fucked her before me.

“Why are you always fighting?” she questioned when she turned back to face me.

“It’s our nature.”

She glared at me. “No, it’s not. Why don’t you have any first-aid-kits?”

I frowned at her. “What?”

She huffed and turned away from me. Walking over to the sink, she opened the tap and grabbed the towel hanging over the railing.

I watched as she dipped one end of the towel under the water before placing it aside and closing the tap. When she turned to face me, her brows were dipped into a frown.

“Don’t move.”

She walked out of the bathroom and disappeared around the corner.

I swallowed as I stood and walked over to stare at myself in the mirror. Tilting my head to the side, I took in the damage to my cheek. It wasn’t so bad, only a few cuts here and there.

 Reaching for the towel, I used the wet end to wipe away the blood. Within seconds, the cuts had already healed. Dropping the towel aside, I pulled my shirt off and bent my head to take in the damage to my stomach. These wounds won’t heal so fast. I traced the sharp edges of one of the glass pieces sticking out of my skin and sighed.

Maybe I should’ve thought things through before confronting him, but I wasn’t expecting him to react the way he had.

So I was wrong.

I had accused him of something I knew he would never do, and now I needed to fix things.

My brows dipped into a frown. What had made him breed her?