Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

‎Kane exhaled deeply, the weight in his chest still crushing despite the light in Lyra and Mason’s eyes. He stood fully, adjusting the cuff of his shirt as he pressed a button on the intercom.‎“Send Kareen in,” he said curtly.‎Moments later, Kareen entered, her usual elegance dulled by the worry still etched into her features since Castelle’s injury. Her gaze darted to the kids, then to Kane.‎“These two,” Kane said, motioning to Lyra and Mason, “are under our roof now. Find them a place. Something they can do that gives them purpose. A routine. A home.”‎Kareen’s brows lifted slightly. She hadn’t expected softness from him—but she nodded. “Of course.”‎Lyra and Mason both turned to Kane.‎“Thank you,” Lyra breathed. “Thank you so much.”‎“We won’t let you down,” Mason added, bowing his head.‎Kane waved it off. “Go. Rest. Eat something that wasn’t made in fear.”‎As Kareen led them away, Kane turned back to Lucien and Matteo.‎“Matteo,” he ordered, voice steel. “They’re yours now.

‎A few moments later...‎Outside Kane’s Office‎‎Lucien rubbed his temple. “He hasn’t slept more than two hours a day. If we don’t find a way to get him to rest—or to sit with her—he’s going to snap.”‎Matteo nodded grimly. “Or worse. Go back to blood. A rampage.”‎They reached the door and were about to knock when it slammed open.‎Kane stormed out, wild-eyed, shirt half-buttoned, water bottle slipping from his hand and thudding to the floor.‎Lucien and Matteo were stunned.‎“Kane!” Matteo called, but their king didn’t stop.‎He ran past them like a man possessed.‎The two stood there, dumbfounded for a beat, until it clicked.‎“East wing…” Lucien said, breath catching. “That’s the med quarters.”‎Matteo's eyes widened.‎“You don’t think—”‎“She’s awake,” Lucien said, already running after Kane. “She has to be.”‎Matteo didn’t wait another second. “Go. Go!”‎And with hearts pounding, they chased after the man who might’ve just gotten the only light he had left in the world back.‎-

‎In the dim, early hours of the morning, while they lay entwined in sleep, Kane cradled her from behind. She pressed herself against him with a burning need, first her body, then her hips grinding continuously into him. A desperate craving pulsed through her veins. She dared to push further, grinding harder against his crotch, a breathless moan escaping her lips. Her hand roamed to her breast, tugging at her nipples in an attempt to replicate Kane's touch, but it was never quite the same.‎‎Even in sleep, Kane could sense the presence against him, and he was comforted by the familiar warmth—until the continuous grinding woke him up, her body waking his desire as her moans pierced the air. His eyes flew open, but Castelle was lost in her own world of sensations. Just as her fingers trailed under her dress, his hand shot out to stop her, catching her by surprise and drawing a frustrated whine from her lips.‎In a soft, needy whimper, she pleaded, "Kane... hmmm... Please, let me."‎With

‎Kane sat in his office that afternoon, leg bouncing impatiently as he waited for Matteo and Lucien to report in. The silence was thick, broken only by the quiet ticking of the clock on the far wall.‎His thoughts drifted to Castelle—her naked form etched into his memory. He'd left her sprawled across his bed in the early hours of the afternoon, her body thoroughly claimed. Red and purplish marks decorated her skin like art. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips. His queen. His.‎She had been so precious. Taking all he gave her so well.‎The way her pussy swallowed his erection, the way her walls clenched around his cock and tightened with each thrust. The tears that dropped from her eyes when she was choking on his cock, the saliva dripping from the sides of her mouth—he knew her throat would be fucking sore. Not just her throat but every part of her body and this filled him with immense pride.‎A sharp knock pulled him from his reverie.‎“Come in,” he called out.‎Lucien entered firs

‎‎The Salvatore estate buzzed with unusual energy. The mansion’s tall doors opened to reveal a sharply dressed man in a tailored ivory coat, his silver cane glinting in the light. Gastov Salvatore‎‎He smiled broadly, his eyes hidden behind tinted glasses as he stepped into the grand foyer like he owned it.‎“Vincent, cousin! As regal and brooding as ever,” he boomed.‎Vincent descended the stairs with a nod, arms wide. “Gastov. It’s been a while.”‎They embraced tightly.‎Kane watched from the top of the stairs, still seated and being fed a final spoonful of rice by Kareen. His eyes narrowed slightly. Gastov had a way of showing up when the world was either in chaos—or on the brink of it.‎Gastov’s eyes flickered over the household, studying, measuring, then—lingering.‎His smile widened when they landed on her.‎“And who might this lovely creature be?” he asked, voice honeyed with false charm.‎“This is Castelle,” Vincent said, without pause. “Kane’s.”‎Gastov’s smile didn’t falter.