Stabbed

Levi POV

A loud groan escaped my lips as I turned around on the massive bed. My whole body felt like I had been hit by a fucking truck. Every muscle ached. My thighs burned. My shoulders were sore from being tied up for so long. But the worst pain was deep between my legs. My hole throbbed with a deep, constant pulse that made me wince even when I was lying still.

“What the hell?” My eyes and mind felt fuzzy as I rolled onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. My vision was blurry. I yawned a few more times, blinking slowly until everything finally cleared.

I was back in our room. Our room. The words felt strange even in my head. I stared at myself in the huge mirror mounted above the bed. Jesus fucking Christ. There were bite marks all over my body. Dark purple bruises littered my chest, my collarbones, my inner thighs. Even the tattoo on my chest had a fresh bite mark right next to Enzo’s name. I was wearing nothing but a pair of black underwear that barely contained my half-hard cock.

Was he a fucking vampire? Who leaves love bites this big on someone? I touched one of the marks on my chest and hissed at the tenderness. Disappointment washed over me when I checked the other side of the bed. Empty. Like always. He used me, fucked me senseless, and left before I even woke up.

I was still too tired to even think about lifting a hand, so I just turned over and let sleep pull me under again.

By the time I woke up next, it was getting dark outside. The room was bathed in soft orange light from the setting sun. I groaned again and sat up straight. Big mistake.

“Holy Mary, mother of Jesus fucking Christ!” I cursed loudly. My hole hurt. It hurt so much. A deep, aching throb that radiated through my entire lower body. I did my best to get up, legs trembling as I walked toward the bathroom. I could not even stand straight. Instead of the shower, I filled the large bathtub and lowered myself into the warm water with a long sigh.

I sat there for a long time. I do not even know how long. The hot water helped ease some of the soreness, but every small movement still sent sparks of pain and unwanted pleasure through me. I kept trying not to let my mind wander. Especially not to my mother. Especially not to what I had done with her stepson.

“Fuck…” I murmured, sinking deeper into the water.

****

I walked down the stairs carefully, trying not to wince at the pain in my ass with every step. By the time I reached the bottom, there was usually a maid waiting, but the house was strangely quiet. No one around.

I frowned and walked further in. A soft sound came from the kitchen. I made my way there.

Enzo stood at the stove, wearing a black apron over his bare chest. He was turning something on the cooking rack. I thought he could not cook?

“Uhm…” I cleared my throat.

He turned sharply. A big, genuine smile spread across his face. I was almost tempted to snap at him for smiling when my ass was fucking destroyed.

“Hi…” He literally giggled. I lowered my head and laughed softly despite myself. “You are awake.” He said, taking off the apron as he walked toward me.

“Did you take some…” The rest of the words died in my throat when he closed the distance between us and kissed me hard.

My eyes widened in shock. I stared at his closed eyes. What the fuck?!

I was about to push him off when his hands gripped my waist tightly. His nails dug into my skin, causing me to gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth.

I moaned. He smirked against my lips before deepening the kiss even more. In no time, I was kissing him back just as aggressively. In my defense, he was an incredible kisser. Possessive. Hungry. Dominating.

“Are you high?” I asked, breathing heavily when we finally broke apart.

“No…” Was all he said before he backed me up against the wall and continued kissing me like he was starving.

“Stop…” I pushed at his chest. He was still grinning. I think he really was high.

“Why the fuck are you kissing me?” I wiped my lips, trying to regain control.

“You do not remember?” He asked, pulling me along toward the kitchen.

“Remember what?”

“You asked for it.”

“The fuck?”

“I fucked you so good you literally started speaking nonsense.” He laughed, clearly proud of himself. “Are you sore?”

“You fucking bet I am.”

“Take your pants off. I will apply some gel.”

“No, thank you.” I said, trying to sit down carefully.

“I do not remember asking, Levi.” He said, pulling open a drawer and taking out a small bottle.

“Why the fuck is there ass gel in the kitchen?” I asked.

“I just went to get it while you were asleep.”

“How long was I out?”

“I did not really keep track of time but I would say around twelve hours. Now, take off your pants and bend over.” He ordered.

“There is no need… what the fuck?!” I yelled when he suddenly grabbed my collar and pushed me down hard against the kitchen island. My chest pressed flat against the cold marble.

“Stay still. Do not make me get rough.” He warned before pulling a chair over and sitting down behind me. He yanked my pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, exposing me completely.

His hands massaged my ass cheeks for a moment, spreading them gently. I sucked in a sharp breath when the cool air hit my sore, abused hole. He poured the cool gel onto his palm and started rubbing it around the outside first, slow circles that made me shiver.

I lay there, chest flat on the island, trying desperately to get my dick to calm down. I bit my lip hard, trying not to moan as his fingers pressed closer.

“Are you trying to get me hard? Apply it like a normal fucking person.” I snapped.

“Why? You do not like it?” He mocked, his finger circling my rim before slowly pushing inside. Just one finger, but it was enough to make my knees weak.

“Stop it. I fucking mean it. Someone could walk in right now.” I moaned despite myself. It hurt so fucking good.

“Oh please. As if your dick would not get harder at the idea of someone walking in and seeing me own this slutty hole.” His finger went deeper, spreading the gel inside me. “You are such a fucking slut for me, Levi. Look at you. Bent over the kitchen island, ass up, dripping for your stepbrother’s fingers.”

My head spun at his filthy words. I raised my gaze and it landed directly on the knife lying carelessly in front of me on the counter. My hand moved faster than my mind could comprehend. I grabbed it and spun around, driving the blade straight into his thigh.

A loud gasp escaped his lips. Shock flashed in his eyes for a brief second. Then, slowly, a cruel, excited smirk curled up his lips as his eyes lit up like a child who had just been handed his favorite toy.

Fuck! Fuck!

“Shit, I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, you’re so fucking done for.”