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They think I betrayed them, that I had their men killed. While it’s partially true, what they can’t see is how things have changed for me over time. They can’t see how the notes get shorter, or how the doubt starts to creep in. They can’t see how I fight to tell them the truth, or where I left out information to make sure my uncle couldn’t get everything.
I sit down on the couch, my jaw hanging open with all of my secrets laid out in front of me. “Do you know who I am?” I ask them, wondering if they have any idea.
“We know you’re a Shade,” Alexi says, somehow looking more hurt than the other two as he glares down at me. The weight of his stare is too much to bear and forces my gaze to drop to my lap.
“Do you know why?” I push. I need to know if all of this snooping was their doing, and if this was the confirmation they needed from me.Do they have orders to take me out? Have they told anyone?
“We don’t need to know why,” Damien says, refusing to look at me. “We trusted you. We let you in, and you lied to us. All we need to know now is if you’re willing to take your punishment like a good girl.” He moves to stand right in front of me, rope in hand. “Or are we going to have to tie you up?”
The anger and resentment I feel from him leaves no room for argument. He thinks I deserve to be punished. Nothing I say will change his mind.
It doesn’t matter to him if all of this was to avenge my parents' murder, that every scar I wear is because of that day. Or that it was the path I was forced to take to seek justice. It doesn’t matter that they are the first ones to ever make me question my quest for revenge and debate giving it up so that I could just be happy with them.
Because I hurt him. I hurt all of them, so I deserve to be punished.
I’ll take whatever they give me, but I’m not going down without reminding them I’m not the only monster in this room.
I look up at Damien, “You chose to trust me because you wanted something from me.” I stand. “You let me in because you thought I was broken and needed to be fixed.” I walk slowly until I’m in his space. “You punished me, then saved me when you had no business stepping in. I never lied, I simply didn’t offer information, but you don’t care about that. You want to play victim, Sunshine?” I use his little nickname spitefully while ripping the rope from his hand and tossing it across the room.
“I never needed to know what it felt like to be safe or cared for, but you showed me anyway. Just in time for you to take it away. So go ahead, punish me. I’ve been pulling myself out of dark places since I was a child. There’s nothing you can do that I can’t handle.” I’m in his face now, watching the fire ignite in his eyes.
We’re burning together in this.
His jaw tightens as his face grows red. Veins pop out of the side of his head, and the look he gives me is almost enough to make me take a step back.Almost.
His hand goes around my throat and I don’t fight it. “We will see what you can handle, slut.” He pulls me forward, our lips clashing in a battle of wills. He kisses me like he’s saying goodbye, and I kiss him like I’m daring him to try and forget what we had. Because as much as I refused to let myself put words to it, I loved this man.
When we finally break our kiss, he shoves me to my knees. I take the chance to look over at Lev, seeing all of his walls up, and his eyes glazed over like he isn’t with us anymore. As much as I hate myself for breaking Damien's heart, I hate myself even more for ruining the progress Lev had started to make in his life. Damien takes his length out in front of me, his monster cock hardening before my eyes. He uses it to slap me in the face, and while I can normally handle a bit of degradation from him, this is different. This is him disrespecting me—treating me like a toy—and I won’t stand for that. He moves to push between my lips, and I grab his balls, tightening them in my hand until he gasps. His hand goes to pull my hair, but I don’t ease up. I pull down to help make my point. When he gets the hint, he loosens his grip on my hair and gives me room.
Slowly, I let go of his balls and move my hand to grip his length. I’ll take my punishment from him, but I’m not letting him have all the control this time. I pump him a few times before licking my lips, sliding the head of his dick into my mouth, applying slight pressure while sucking tight so it feels even better than a tight pussy. He groans and tries to thrust in further, but I hold him back, keeping him at my mercy.
Gentle hands pull back my hair, holding it to keep it out of the way. I glance up to see Lev, watching intently. He doesn’t meet my eyes, so I turn my attention back to Damien. I take him to the back of my throat, pushing in until I can’t breathe as I set a deep brutal pace. Spit builds up around my lips and drips down my chin, but I don’t slow down. I give him everything with tears building in my eyes. I can only hope he thinks they’re because of his dick choking me, and not because my heart is slowly breaking.
My eyes look up as I feel him getting close. I push him deep and swallow around his length. His whole body shudders and I do it again. I want to watch this man shatter for me. I want to make him regret ever letting me out of that closet. I want him to hate himself for every moment he held my hand and every kiss that touched my lips because I hate myself for them too. I hate that I let him have those moments, and I hate that I betrayed him. I hate that I betrayed each of them by not telling them the truth.
If I would have known who these men were in their hearts when I first got here, I could have told them. Maybe everything could be different. But changing the past is a child’s dream, and I’m done holding onto my eleven-year-old self. That girl died with her parents. This woman is a warrior, just like her uncle. And the battle these men have waged is one I plan to win.
Damien comes as he pushes himself deep in my throat, further than I even knew was possible. When he’s done, I pull off and lick him dry before standing up. Lev releases my hair and takes a step back. I wipe my mouth with my thumb and lick it dry too, not letting a drop go to waste.
“You made me think love was real,” I say to him. “You made me think even a killer like me, who has nothing to offer the world except pain and death, could feel it.” I clear my throat, looking away as emotions threaten to force their way into my words. “But then you reminded me that men only want one thing from me, and in the end, you turned out to be no better than the rest of them.”
I turn away from him, refusing to see even a twinge of guilt or regret in his eyes because it will make what I have to do next so much harder.
I look at Lev. “Your turn.”
He takes a minute to think about what he wants, but I’m past caring. I might not live to see tomorrow if they told the right people. So if I can get the punishments over fast, maybe I’ll have time to get out of here. Lev strips in front of me, his hard-pierced cock bounces as he takes off his sweatpants. He sits on the couch and motions me over. I move to kneel in front of him, but he grabs my hand.
“You made me feel, Evie, so that’s what you’re getting from me. You’re going to feel all of it before I rip it away.” The pain in his eyes, in his voice, threatens to break me in a way I didn’t even know existed. He was the consistent one. If I could have told anyone, it would have been him. He would have listened; he would have heard me out.
I think of all the moments I could have said it—every silent moment when I could have told him the truth. Looking into his eyes now I see it; I see he would have fought for me if he had known, and that breaks my heart even more.
Damien’s door slamming shut behind me pulls me out of my thoughts. I climb into Lev’s lap as Alexi sits in the chair across from us without a word.
Lev cups my face, a piece of him breaking through the fog in his eyes as he kisses me. Lev’s kiss is different from Damien's. It’s not mean. He’s not taking out his anger on me, which makes this all so much worse.
His hands move to my shorts, ripping them down the middle. His palm goes to my dripping wet core. They all may hate me, but my body still craves them. Damien's little show of dominance already has my clit swollen with need. Lev collects my wetness in his hands before coating his cock with it. He nudges the head between my folds, finding my clit with his piercing. The sensation has me tilting my head back, and my eyes close as I begin to pant.
“Look at me,” he demands softly. “Look at me and remember how perfect this was.”
