Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

‎The sun had barely risen when the knock on their door came.‎‎Kane stirred first. “Time to get up,” he said into her hair‎‎Castelle groaned, curling deeper into the warmth of the blanket. “Five more minutes…”‎“Nope.” He tapped her bare butt, then smacked it lightly. “Up, baby girl.”‎Grumbling, she sat up, rubbing her eyes. Kane helped her into a sports bra and fitted cargo pants, then laced her boots for her as she leaned against his shoulder.‎“You’re not going easy on me, are you?” she asked, watching him tuck in her knife holster.‎Kane smirked. “Of course not. You want to stand beside me in this world? You’re going to earn it.”‎She was led down into a massive underground chamber—an elite training facility beneath the Salvatore mansion. The ceiling arched like a cathedral. Echoes of grunts, clangs, and gunshots filled the space.‎Matteo, Lucien, and a few other top men stood on one side of the room. All eyes turned when Castelle stepped in with Kane.‎Lucien gave a lazy smirk.

‎Gastov sat on the edge of the bed, the white sheet pressed against the bullet wound on his shoulder, gritting his teeth while a medic tried to clean the blood.‎‎“Fucking bitch,” he growled. “She really shot me—”‎The medic stopped. Went pale. Stepped back.‎Gastov looked up.‎The air turned frigid.‎Kane stood at the doorway.‎Still.‎Silent.‎Storm in a suit.‎His eyes—dark and lethal—locked on Gastov like he wasn’t human. Like he was a pest. Something to be Terminated.‎The medic, sensing a threat far beyond her job description, quietly slipped out the back exit.‎Kane walked in slowly. Each step deliberate. Calculated. Deadly.‎“You walked into my room.” His voice was quiet. Dangerously quiet.‎Gastov straightened, sweat slicking his temples. “Listen—she overreacted—”‎“You touched her.” Kane’s voice deepened, barely human. “You breathed near her. You thought about her. That’s three crimes.”‎Gastov tried to stand, swaying slightly. “I didn’t do anything—”‎Kane grabbed him by t

‎Lucien stood by the kitchen counter, absently spooning from a bowl of midnight stew when the soft shuffle of feet made him glance up. Lyra appeared at the doorway, bleary-eyed and wrapped in a thin nightgown. She froze when she saw him.‎“Running, love?” he asked, voice low and amused.‎She hesitated, eyes darting between him and the fridge. “I was going to come back... when you... you were done,” she murmured.‎He arched a brow, setting the spoon down. “I’m not that much of a monster that you can’t get what you want in my presence.”‎“It’s just water,” she whispered, hesitating reaching for the fridge. “Nothing serious.”‎His voice turned sharp. “Then get what the fuck you want. Now.”‎Startled, she rushed forward, fumbling with the fridge door. As she reached inside, Lucien moved behind her, passing close—too close. She dared to test him, pressing her hips back just slightly. Enough.grazing his crotch.‎Lucien groaned, heat flaring through him. An erection. In one swift move, he ca

‎‎He wrapped his left hand around her neck, possessive and firm, while his right hand explored her body with practiced confidence. He captured her lips in a searing kiss. She tried to fight him for dominance, but Kane was having none of it.‎‎His fingers found her nipples, pinching them harshly, eliciting a gasp that parted her lips—just the opening he needed to claim her tongue with his.‎‎His right hand slipped lower, between her folds.‎‎Wet. Slick. Needy.‎‎Without warning, he thrust three fingers inside her, pumping them in and out relentlessly. Her moans and whimpers echoed against the bathroom walls as her nails clawed at his back, leaving angry red trails.‎‎Kane’s mouth followed suit—biting, sucking, marking her flesh with every heated drag of his lips.‎‎Her orgasm built rapidly, pressure coiling low in her belly. She clenched around his fingers, breath ragged, body trembling. He curled them just right, thumb rubbing her clit in tight, merciless circles.‎‎Just as sh

‎After a mind-numbing fucking session, Castelle was fast asleep, curled up tightly against Kane. She stirred groggily, her nose brushing against his neck as she inhaled his scent—leather, cedar, citrus, and smoke. It grounded her. She nuzzled into him, trailing her nose along the curve of his neck.‎‎Kane’s arm tightened around her waist, his large palm slowly gliding up and down her back before slipping beneath the duvet to grope her bare ass.‎‎Half-asleep, she murmured, “Who was the woman that came to the mansion with your mom yesterday?”‎‎Kane’s body tensed for a split second before he masked it, voice steady. “Don’t worry about it, kitten.”‎‎She peered up at him, but his eyes were already closed. Still, she felt it. That tension. That storm simmering just beneath his skin.‎‎Who is she? Castelle wondered. ‎“Who could rattle my king like this? He was like a volcano ready to erupt—and last night, he did. He fucked me without care, I thought he was going to shift my womb.”‎