All Chapters of Tainted Desires; Demons. Darkness. Damnation : Chapter 51 - Chapter 56

Castelle lay slumped against Kane’s chest, her breath soft and shallow, skin flushed and sensitive. Every nerve in her body buzzed—wrecked, satisfied, and trembling. Her wrists were still loosely bound, her body limp from the relentless ride he had guided her through.‎‎Kane pressed a lingering kiss to her shoulder before carefully loosening the silk binding. His touch was gentle, reverent—worlds away from the commanding force he had been just minutes ago. He massaged her wrists slowly, pressing soft kisses to the marks his grip had left behind.‎‎“You okay, kitten?” he asked quietly, voice deep with concern.‎‎She gave a weak nod, her eyes fluttering shut. “Mmm. You ruined me,” she whispered with a faint smile, her voice raspy from all her pleading moans.‎‎Kane chuckled, wrapping the duvet around her as he stood and carried her bridal-style into the ensuite bathroom. The warm water was already running as he lowered her gently into the tub, sliding in behind her so her back reste

‎Matteo leaned casually against the long table, a half-smirk on his lips, while Lucien tossed a blade in the air, catching it without looking.‎‎“You know, Kane,” Lucien started, “I thought I’d seen everything. But your sweet little kitten moaning in your arms, in front of your mother and that soul-sucking Alyssa? That... was a showstopper.”‎‎Matteo chuckled darkly. “I swear, she latched onto your shirt and started murmuring things like ‘take me now’ and ‘I want you Kane’ like the rest of us weren’t even there.”‎‎Lucien nodded with a low whistle. “The horror on Delilah’s face. I think Alyssa nearly choked on her fake composure. And Kareen—Kareen looked like she’d won the damn lottery and your dad was just embarrassed.”‎‎Kane sat back, a rare smile curving his lips. “She’s grown,” he said softly, pride glinting in his eyes. “I told you I’d build her... piece by piece. Fuck her into who she was meant to be. She’s almost there.” He looked away briefly, hiding a glint of heat in hi

‎The mansion was unnaturally quiet.‎‎The events of the previous day—the brutal raid, Kane’s stabbing, the blood, the tenderness, the confessions and claims—had exhausted everyone.‎‎No morning briefings. No sparring. Just silence and the occasional soft creak of floors under slow, sleepy footsteps.‎‎Even Kane, ever the early riser, had succumbed to rest, buried in Castelle’s arms. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the bandage under his ribs, eyes closed, a gentle comfort wrapped around her protector.‎‎Matteo hadn’t stirred from Mason’s side, his palm flat against the curve of Mason’s back like an anchor. ‎Lucien and Lyra were tangled in satin sheets, breathing in sync, her head resting over his heart, and his arm locked around her waist.‎‎It was peaceful— Surreal. Abnormal. Temporary.‎‎---‎Kareen sat alone at the long oak table, fingers wrapped around a mug of steaming tea, eyes unfocused. The maids had brought up trays of breakfast to the rooms — eggs, fruit, warm bread,