Semua Bab Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation : Bab 11 - Bab 20

He walked back into his office, his favorite toys in hand: a flogger, a vibrator, a silk ribbon, and nipple clamps. ‎As he entered, he noticed her excitement; she hadn’t moved from the spot where he left her. He approached her, cupping her ass, praising her obedience. He turned her to face him, kissing her fiercely, pouring all of his day’s frustration into the kiss. She didn’t protest; she surrendered to him completely. Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered, "Daddy’s good slut," before sinking his lips into the sensitive spot on her neck, eliciting louder moans and harsher breaths from her.‎With expert hands, he tied her wrists behind her back using the silk ribbon. He pulled down the straps of her loose gown, his gaze filled with lust as he fondled her breasts. He massaged them, teasing her nipples until, in a swift motion, his mouth replaced his fingers. He bit and tugged at them, while his hands slid between her thighs, teasing her folds. Just as her legs began to buck

‎Castelle had come down quietly, barefoot on the stairs, intending to ask Kareen for a new towel.‎‎But the voices halted her. Heated. Fractured. Kareen’s voice — sharp and cold. Another woman’s, unfamiliar but piercing, and laced with superiority.‎‎She lingered near the edge of the hallway, out of sight, ears straining.‎‎> “He cried for you. Do you know that? Cried and begged you to believe him.”‎‎The words hit Castelle like a stone to the chest.‎‎> “And what did you do?”‎‎Silence.‎‎Castelle leaned slightly closer, gripping the wooden banister.‎‎> “While your best friend put her filthy hands on him—”‎‎Her breath caught. A chill crawled up her spine.‎‎> “Do you know what it’s like to look into the eyes of a boy who thinks *he* did something wrong for being violated?”‎‎Her throat tightened. The hallway blurred slightly. Her legs threatened to buckle.‎‎> “You don’t deserve to have given birth to him.”‎‎Castelle couldn’t breathe. Her hand pressed against her ches

‎The hallway outside Kane’s study was dimly lit, cloaked in late evening silence. The house had quieted down after dinner — the men scattered to their quarters, Kareen back in the kitchen pretending she wasn’t shaken, and Castelle quietly observing from the shadows of the stairwell, listening without meaning to.‎Kane stood by the tall window, a half-empty glass of brandy in his hand. He heard his father’s footsteps before the knock came.‎“Come in.”‎Vincent stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He took one look at Kane and sighed. “You saw it.”‎‎Kane turned, eyes like steel. “I didn’t just see it, I’ve been seeing it. For years. You and Kareen. You dance around it like it’s some delicate thing, but it’s not. It's bloody. It's real. And I'm done pretending not to notice.”‎Vincent said nothing at first. He walked slowly to the desk, pouring himself a drink. “I never wanted you to find out like this.”‎‎“Find what out?” Kane demanded. “That you loved her? That you didn’t love

‎The office door shut with a quiet click, but it sounded like a gunshot in the silence that followed. Castelle sat on the long velvet couch, hands locked tightly together in her lap, bouncing knees betraying the storm inside her.‎Kane stood before her, and beside him were Lucien, Matteo, and Vincent—his father. All of them were as still as shadows.‎The cactus card lay on the desk, its cruel words bleeding tension into the air.‎“You don’t have to be afraid,” Kane said softly. “But I need you to talk.”‎Castelle inhaled sharply. Her fingers twisted together as if trying to wring out the pain.‎“My brother—Rem—he was the only person who loved me,” she began. “He was the sun in that house. He shielded me from everything until… they took him.”‎“They?” Lucien asked darkly.‎“Our parents,” she whispered. “They never loved us. Not truly. But they loved using us. Rem… he died. Some say it was an accident. I think— I know it wasn’t.”‎She paused, her eyes swelling with tears she refused to

"You're mine now, kitten," Kane whispered, dragging his tongue slowly from the small of Castelle's back to the nape of her neck. He peppered soft kisses along her spine, his breath hot and possessive.With a firm grip, he spun her around to face him. One hand tangled in her hair, yanking it back sharply so her head tilted up to meet his gaze. The strain on her neck and throat was unbearable, but Kane didn’t care—he drank in her discomfort like it was his lifeblood.His lips crashed into hers in a brutal kiss—claiming, devouring, biting—until she tasted blood. She barely caught her breath before he flipped her back around. Her chest slammed against the desk, and the cold wood met the side of her face as he pressed her cheek harshly into the surface.A sharp sting landed across her backside when she tried to lift her head.“Keep still,” he growled, spanking her again—this time harder. The pain bloomed fast and hot.He trailed his fingers along the curve of her ass, teasing between her t