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“Fuck,” she moans. “Fuck.”
Charlie groans softly as he speeds up his attention to her clit. I feel her dampen my cock further. She’s close, so fucking close.
Ever shatters, her orgasm ripping through her body like a fierce storm as her back arches, the chains rattling above her as her arms pull against them. Her pussy clenches tightly around me, milking me for all I’m worth. It’s ecstasy and agony wrapped in one, the intensity nearly blinding me as I ride out her climax.
The wave of my release crashes over me. “Fuck! Ever!” The words tear from my throat as I spill mycum into her, every pulse of my cock marking her deeper with my essence.
Sated and needing the next step more than I need to drag air into my lungs, I pull out of her gently.
Damien emerges from the shadows, his grip tight on the knife, blade gleaming an ominous silver. My pulse quickens; this is the plan, our pact made flesh.
“Ready?” Damien’s voice slices through the quiet.
A nod is all I give him, the signal to proceed with what must be done.
With careful hands, Ben lifts Ever to a seating position as her eyes dart around, her pleasure still clouding her mind, her back exposed like a canvas awaiting the artist’s final stroke as I move around her.
“Shh...” I murmur, a seductive poison meant to soothe as Ben holds her steady.
Damien hands me the knife. It’s cold in my hand, a familiar weight, a responsibility I bear as their leader.
The tip of the blade touches the skin at the top of her spine, and a sharp breath escapes her lips.
I carve meticulously and slowly, needing her to feel every second of what I’m doing to her. Marking her, Scarring her for life.
Her response is a cry muffled against Ben’s arm, yet it carries the weight of her surrender. Each letter carved binds her closer to our world, a world where light and dark play the same treacherous game. Her struggles wane, her body yielding to the inevitable as the letters take shape—each one a mark of possession,each one a scar that tells a story of dark love and darker desires.
In Light.
The irony of the words isn’t lost on me. In this chamber of shadows, where power is our doctrine and lust our prayer, the light has no place save for the one we brand upon her.
We have marked Ever, claimed her in every way that counts in our world. And as I watch the crimson lines form the words that now define her, I know we have crossed a threshold from which there is no return.
I step back, and my chest heaves with heavy breaths, not from exertion but from a dark satisfaction that coils in my gut. Charlie laughs, a sound that bounces off the stone walls and fills the space with a haunting echo. Ben releases his hold on Ever gently, his eyes never leaving the crimson-stained words that mar her skin.
“Beautiful,” Damien murmurs, his grey eyes reflecting the flicker of the candles that light the room. He means the cruel artwork on her back, the way it declares her ours, but I see the twisted beauty in all of it—the power, the possession, the pain.
We’re all silent for a moment, taking in the sight of Ever, sobbing and curving her back against the pain as she hangs her head, wanting to wrap her arms around herself but unable to. She is marked and broken, yet undeniably part of something greater than herself. She’s no longer just a scholarship girl, anoutsider among the elite. She’s bound to us by blood and by darkness. It’s fucked up, but it’s the truth.
This is our world—a place where desires are law, and consent is a blurred line. We stand around her, kings in a kingdom of darkness, watching as Ever bears the physical manifestation of our dark love for her. She is ours in every sense of the word.
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EVER
Shivers race through every inch of my body, clenching every muscle until they ache. The red velvet of the altar scratches against my bare skin, a harsh reminder of what has just been taken from me. My soul aches and feels sick from the brutal murder I witnessed. My wrists are raw from the chains that dangle overhead, echoing the throbbing pain carved into my back by Alistair’s blade. I don’t even know what he did to me, what he carved into my flesh.
“Beautiful,” Ben murmurs, and there’s a rustle of fabric as he strips off his pants. His movements are deliberate, almost reverent. The air shifts and grows heavy with his intent. His eyes never leave mine, dark pools of desire that seem to reach inside me, stoking embers of fear and something else—something dangerous and forbidden.
“Wait,” I murmur, knowing what’s coming andI’m not ready. My pussy is raw and aching, and I can’t. I just can’t.
Panic grips me as Ben closes in, the shadows of the chamber clinging to his skin. I’m frozen, a deer caught in the blinding headlights of his lust. He’s over me now, his breath hot against my cheek, and there’s no room for doubt. It’s real, raw, and it’s happening.
“Ever,” he whispers, and that single word is like a match struck in the darkness, igniting a fire that I don’t want but can’t snuff out. His hands are on me as he pushes me back, the fire from the wounds on my back making me gasp loudly in the stillness of the chamber. Firm and demanding, he pries my thighs apart with an ease that belies the storm in his gaze. My mind screams, pushing against the helplessness that shackles me tighter than these chains. But there is no stopping it.
He pushes his cock inside me, and a gasp rips from my throat that mingles with his groan of sheer longing. Each thrust is a declaration, a forceful claim that marks me just as surely as the knife did. But there is a fucked-up undeniable surge of pleasure that makes me want to sink into the depths of this dark ocean, even as I fight to stay afloat. It’s a twisted dance, pain mingled with pleasure, and I’m lost in the rhythm of Ben’s controlled movements.
His thrusts are steady, even. His eyes are fixed on mine, and a hint of a smile curves his lips up. “I love you,” he murmurs.
