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“Leon,” she whispers, her lips trembling as her hands slide up my neck and into my hair. She holds on tight and I can feel her internal walls squeezing tighter as her breathing hastens, an orgasm blooming deep inside of her that’s mirrored inside of me.
With immense concentration and the possessive need to own her, to stake my motherfucking claim on this woman, I wrap my arm around her lower back and push up onto my knees, laying her down flat on the floor. Her eyes widen, her lips part, her brow creases with a question but I shut it down with a kiss, my hand reaching between us as I press my finger against her clit, holding it there as I seat myself deep inside of her.
“From this moment on you’re mine. My brothers can either fight me or fightfor you. Either way, I refuse to let go of the woman who’s held up the motherfucking mirror and made me see.”
Christy responds by wrapping her legs around my waist and clawing at my back, pressing up to meet me as I bare down to meet her, that collision setting off her orgasm that rips out of her mouth in a sound that’s fucking music to my ears. Her internal walls contract and expand, tightening and loosening and I feel my own orgasm set aflame deep in the base of my spine, rush outwards, upwards. Just when I’m about to blow my cum deep inside of her, I pull out, fist my cock and cover her belly and tits with my release, the thready, white liquid marking her beautiful skin as I bellow out my own orgasm.
I don’t give a fuck who hears.
Let the whole castle know I’ve taken Christy’s virginity, that I’m the first to claim this woman,ourwoman, the girl with ghost eyes who’ll set us free.
Panting, my fist squeezes my cock, the veins in my hand and arms pronounced beneath my skin as I look down at Christy covered in my cum and give up the words only my newly formed heart can deliver.
“You own me, Christy. Not my brothers. Not Malik. Not my dark past. Not the ghosts that haunt me. Not the walls of this castle and the memories within them, nor the monster that still lingers inside my chest. You. Own. Me. My heart is yours. You can carve it out of my chest right here and now, and I wouldn’t stop you. Just know that it’s yours to do what you want with.It’syours.”
“You’re mine?” she whispers, pushing up onto her elbows, the ends of her hair sticking to my cum, her thighs wet with her arousal, totally oblivious to my cum trickling down her chest and stomach as she sits up. My chest expands, something about seeing her birthmark so deeply flushed, her body so thoroughly fucked and covered in my cum, makes me want to flip her on her stomach and fuck her again. If Jakub didn’t take that exact moment to let out a broken moan, I might’ve done it.
“Fuck!” he exclaims, falling forward onto his hands, his head bowed like a beaten dog, body shaking.
He’s hurting, and I know exactly what that feels like because only a few days ago, I felt that way too. I felt the confusion, the desperate need to cling onto the past despite it slipping through my fingers, the absolute horror at realising you’ve lived a lie, the guilt, the fucking remorse, the desire to set things right but not knowing how to, the self-disgust and, finally, that glimmer of fucking hope, knowing that there’s finally someone worth being a better version of yourself for.
I get it.
But that’s his battle, not mine.
Right now, Christy is my sole focus.
Reaching for the discarded knife, I hold it out to her. “Cut me,” I demand.
“W—what?” she stammers.
“I said, cut me. I want you to carve your name into my chest, right here over my heart.” She hesitates and I grasp her wrist, forcing her to press the tip of the blade against my skin. I feel the sharp sting of it and let out a harsh breath as a drop of blood gathers, then slides down my chest. “Cut me. Make me yours.”
For a moment Christy just stares at my chest, her eyes wide, shocked. Then she swallows hard, her gaze slowly lifting to meet mine as she nods.
“Make sure it’s deep enough. It needs to scar,” I tell her when she barely grazes the surface.
With shaking fingers, she presses harder, one hand flat against my pec as she begins to carve her name into my skin. I hiss with the pain and her hand stills.
“Leon—” she exclaims, pulling the tip away from my skin. She’s trembling, her teeth chattering.
“Don’t stop.”
Her eyes glisten with emotion as she shakes her head. “I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not. Ineedyou to do this…Please,” I beg, placing my hand over hers.
Swallowing hard, she blows out a tremulous breath then presses the blade against my skin once more, slicing me open with a quiet kind of determination. She does it not because she wants to, but becauseIwant her too. Once she’s finished, I run my hand over the cuts, smothering my palm and fingers with my blood then press it against her chest, mixing my cum with my blood as I hold my hand over the thumping beat of her heart.
“Why did you want me to do that?” she whispers.
“Because I want everyone to know the name of the woman who’s claimed my heart.”
“No,” Jakub cries, his voice hoarse, fucking broken. He lifts his head, his troubled eyes meeting mine.
“Yes, brother. It ends now.”
Jakub gets to his feet, stumbling backwards. He falls against the bureau, righting himself before ripping open the door and running from the room.
“Leon, shouldn’t you…”
“Go after him?” I finish for her.
“Yes,” her skin has paled, her cheeks suddenly losing their colour.
“No. Jakub has to face his demons on his own. It’s the only way.”
She nods her head, then curls against my body, and this time I don’t abandon her for a Brov, I hold her for my brothers, until they’re ready to hold her themselves.
