Twisted plans

[this book contains mature content, violence, abuse, r*pe, Please leave if you're uncomfortable with it. ]

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Placing her hands above her chest, Angel made her way upstairs, while holding the hem of her long white dress preventing herself from tripping on the stairs.

'I don't care if she's my sister in law or not. I want her.'

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Elijah headed upstairs and went to the rooftop, to get some fresh air.

After a while, he made his way down the stairs.That's when his eyes caught Angel. He stopped on his tracks and stared at her petite figure. Licking his lips at the sight, he eyed her shamelessly.

She was getting ready to the bedding ceremony; in which the newlyweds couple have to intimate with each other. Angel was wearing a red silk robe that reached her knees. It exposed her marvellous collarbones and her cleavage to die for . Her hair was left open as her black silky hair delicately fell on her body and she wasn't wearing any makeup, but she still looked as gorgeous as she was with it. More than anything else, her eyes. Those eyes captivated his attention no matter what. Her blue eyes, like the sky, were as deep as the ocean, as dreamy as a starry night, as pretty as lotus petals, as mesmerizing as sunrise, as serene as morning dew, are intriguing but are also innocent.

'Is this woman even real?' He thought.

There were some other ladies surrounding her as they made their way to Luciano's room. Giggling and teasing her "Prince Luciano is one of the luckiest men in the world! I mean look at you. You look like a whole meal-" Angel blushed at her words and looked down in embarrassment. Before going in the room Angel bit her nails out of nervousness. Her friend Roséanne patted her back and whispered "hey. Don't worry everything's gonna be alright!"

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Once Elijah was in his room, he leaned against his bed as he closed his eyes. The images of Angel's body kept on flashing in his mind. 'If she was mine I would've ravaged her like a beast, I will make her mine. Even if it's for one day...' He was damn curious to know how she would look underneath him, while he would be ravaging her petite body, staring in her beautiful eyes... He knew that he was doing wrong. He knew that he was committing a sin, but it didn't really matter to him. He was a sinner, himself. Sin’s were meant to be realized by sinners.

Letting out a sigh he ordered one of the maids to come in his room to serve a cup of wine.

Hearing a knock on his door, he growled with his deep voice. "Come in!" The young maid pushed the door and walked in while taking small steps. With her trembling fingers, she placed a the glass on the table and poured some whiskey in it.

The lady turned her back ready to leave but was stopped by a manly voice. "Who allowed you to leave?" She stood frozen on her place, upon hearing him. "I'm sorry your highness" She immediately apologized as she bowed down her head. Taking a sip of his drink he gazed at her shamelessly. "You seem quite young... are you new here?" The women nod her head without uttering a single word. God knows how she just wanted to leave. "Emmm" He hummed as he poured another glass full of whiskey, Drinking it in one shot. The poor lady stood there while fidgeting with her fingers. He suddenly stood up and walked to the door locking. Turning around he looked at the young lady with his red eyes piercing a hole inside her body.

She trembled under his gaze, not knowing what he was going to do next. "Y-your h-highness... I'll take my leave n-Now" Clutching on the edge of her dress she bit her lips, trying to contain her tears. The prince shook his head as he darkly chuckled seeing the woman being miserable under his gaze. "Why would you leave now? Huh. Let's have some fun" Her eyes widened upon hearing his shameless words. "N-no. Let me go" She plead, but Elijah didn't care much about her all he wanted is satisfy his needs. He pushed her body on the mattress...

and the night went by with the room was filled with screams, moans, skin slapping as the prince ruined her. All the while, he pretended the girl beneath him was Angel…

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In the other room,

The scent of a hundred red roses filled the room, a soft, warm perfume that clung to the air like a promise. Angel entered shyly, the blush on her cheeks was a deep rose to match the petals scattered across the floor. The click of the door latch was the only sound, sealing them in their own world. Her heart hammerwd against her ribs a frantic drumbeat of anticipation and nervous energy.

Luciano was there, moving toward her with a smile that was not just loving but reverent. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers cool against her heated skin. He leaned in, and his lips met hers in a slow, deep kiss that tasted of champagne and unspoken vows. It made her feel cherished, safe, and utterly his.

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark pools of emotion. In one fluid, powerful motion, he swept her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

The silk of her dress rustled against the crisp sheets. He loomed over her, his gaze tracing every line of her face. "Can I, baby?" he whispered, his voice a low, intimate rumble. His fingers brushed the delicate strap of her dress. She couldn't find her voice, so she simply nodded, her shyness a sweet, surrendering thing.

His touch was deliberate as he eased the strap from her shoulder. The cool air kissed her skin, and she shivered. He slowly peeled the silk from her body, his eyes following the fabric's descent. She lay before him in a lacy red set, the color a stark, beautiful contrast against her pale skin. He took a moment, his gaze devouring her. Only then did he begin to unbutton his own shirt, giving her time to watch him, to see the desire etched on his face.

He lowered himself over her, pressing his mouth to the rapid pulse in her neck. He trailed open-mouthed kisses down her throat, tasting the salt of her skin, until he reached the soft valley between her breasts. He reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding the lace away. Her breasts were bare to him, full and soft, the nipples already pebbled and tight.

He didn't make her wait. He lowered his head, taking one peak into his hot mouth. A choked gasp escaped her lips. "Oh… Luciano…" she breathed, her back arching off the bed. He swirled his tongue around the tight bud, then sucked gently, rhythmically, and a soft, needy moan escaped her. He lavished the same attention on its twin, his hands caressing her waist, her hips, learning the shape of her.

"You're so beautiful, my angel," he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "So, so beautiful." He left her breasts flushed and sensitive, his path a trail of fire down her flat stomach, dipping his tongue into her navel, feeling her muscles quiver beneath him.

He reached the final barrier, the scrap of red lace covering her most intimate place. He could feel the heat radiating from her. "These are bothering me," he growled. "Should we take them off, baby?" He drew them down her legs in one swift motion.

She was completely bare. Her skin was smooth and utterly bare, glistening with her arousal. The sight was a temptation so fierce it almost hurt. He settled between her thighs, pushing them gently apart. He looked into her eyes, deep, ocean-blue eyes that were already hazy with pleasure, and slowly, deliberately, placed his thumb against the slick, swollen bud of her clit.

He began to rub, slow circles at first. "Mmm," she hummed, her hips lifting slightly. He increased the pressure, the pace, and her breathing grew ragged. "Oh, yes… right there," she whimpered. When she was writhing, her hips rising to meet his hand, he slowly penetrated her with his middle finger. She was tight, impossibly so, and a loud, uninhibited moan tore from her throat. "Ahh… Luciano… yes…"

He moved inside her, a slow, in-and-out rhythm, stretching her, preparing her. He added a second finger, scissoring them gently, and she cried out, her head thrashing on the pillow. "Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, her voice a breathy chant.

"Baby," he rasped, his own control hanging by a thread. "Are you ready to take my cock deep inside you?" She could only nod, a desperate, frantic motion, lost in a sea of sensation.

He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss. He stood for a moment, shedding his remaining clothes. Her breath hitched as she saw him. His cock was massive, thick and heavily veined, jutting out from his body with an intimidating authority that made her stomach clench with a mixture of fear and a desperate, primal need. He was going to split her in half, and she wanted it.

He rejoined her on the bed, positioning himself, the broad, flared head of his huge erection nudging against her slick entrance. He teased her for a moment, dragging his length through her wetness, coating himself in her arousal. Her eyes were locked on his, wide with a mixture of fear and utter trust.

"Look at me, Angel," he commanded softly. "Only at me."

And then, with one slow, relentless push, he entered her. The stretch was incredible, a burning, full ache as he forced his way into her untouched channel. He felt the brief, sharp resistance of her hymen, then the giving way as he broke through, sheathing himself fully inside her. A sharp, pained cry escaped her lips as tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her temples. He stilled instantly, buried to the hilt, his expression etched with concern. He gently kissed the salty tears from her skin. "Shhh, I've got you, my love. Just breathe," he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. "The pain will pass, I promise."

He stayed perfectly still, letting her body adjust to his overwhelming size, his weight a comforting anchor. The sharp sting began to fade, replaced by a dull ache and a profound sense of fullness, of a connection so deep it was staggering. She took a shaky breath and nodded slightly, giving him the permission he waited for.

He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that was impossibly gentle. A soft sigh escaped her lips, followed by a deeper moan as his strokes became longer, harder. "Oh, God… Luciano… you feel… so good," she gasped, her hands clutching at his shoulders, the pain now a distant memory, eclipsed by a burgeoning pleasure.

He watched her face, the way her mouth fell open, the way her eyes glazed over with pure ecstasy. The sight of her, so lost in pleasure, sent a primal jolt through him. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice a low, guttural growl that was all possession and lust. "I'm going to ruin this tight little pussy for any other man. It's mine to use, mine to fuck, mine to fill with my cum until it's dripping out of you."

He pulled back just enough to see her eyes widen at his words, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her. He slammed into her then, harder and deeper, his huge cock stretching her to her limits with every powerful thrust. "You're mine, baby," he grunted with each punishing drive into her core. "Only mine."

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Next morning

Everyone were eating, silently. The king broke the silence as he talked "as you guys know I'm getting older and older and I need to hand over the throne to someone before I die" He said while smiling. He paused for a while and continued. "Luciano. I want you to take my place and be the next king. I'm sure you'll be able to handle the kingdom very well..."

Luciano shook his head. "Father, stop talking about your death, you'll live long!"

His father chuckled "It's just life, Luciano. It will be over before we know"

"But dad!"

"Luciano, do this for me"

Elijah watched them with cold eyes. He stayed silent and didn't utter a word. Weird. Why was he acting like this? He suddenly spoke "Yes, Luciano. You should take over the throne. You deserve it more than anyone else"

Luciano looked at Elijah, shocked. He couldn't believe that his brother just said that. He flashed a glowing smile to his younger brother.

"Even your brother wants you to be the next king!" The queen while patting her first son's back.

Eventually, he ended up agreeing.

Elijah suddenly got up and gave Luciano a heart to heart hug. Angel couldn't help but smile at the sight. They looked so adorable while hugging each other. She hoped that everything between them goes well.

Little did she know what Elijah had in mind ?

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Sorry it was short!

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