Falling for A Lie (The Lords And Ladies Of Ash #1)

13. Soren

Chapter thirteen

Soren

T here's a knock at the door that has me scrambling to pull the blanket up over my naked body. The blood that was caked onto my shirt was scratching my skin, causing me to go slowly insane.

Today has been horrible. And even that is an understatement of the fucking century .

“Come on in,” I say in answer.The door slowly cracks open revealing Caden holding a stack of clothes and a worried look on his too-perfect face.

“Um, I brought you some clothes to change into. The bathroom is right through that door to your right if you would like to wash off, it's currently stocked with extra soap from Reed's bathroom.” He looks at me like he's ashamed, and my anxiety spikes.

“What's wrong? Why do you look like you're about to tell me my goldfish died.” I say softly, looking up from my position.

“Look, Soren, we need to talk and what I have to say isn't easy. I hope you don't mind that we are taking this step without asking for your permission. It might seem weird that we would even go to these lengths because, to you, we barely know you, but, Damsel, that’s far from that being a true statement.“ He takes a step forward and my stomach drops at his words. He must take in my confused look because a slight smile curves up at the corner of his lips.

“You don't remember much about us do you?” His voice is borderline flirtatious as he steps up again, closing the distance between us. My naked flesh goosebumps at his proximity, the lumps of my breast barely concealed against the thin layer of this blanket. I know if he were to look hard enough, my nipples would give away what having him so close to my body causes .

“N..no, I'm sorry.“ I internally scold myself for stuttering like an idiot in his presence, but to be fair his accent and the way he looks should be illegal.

He huffs out a gentle laugh as he places the clothes down on the end of the bed and sits beside them, crossing one leg over the other.

“Well Damsel, we are quite accustomed to one another, we have been for quite some time. You haven't changed much since high school. Do you still want to be a Criminal Psychologist? Can you still kick a man so hard you bring him within an inch of his life? You know it took my balls weeks to heal so I could fuck again.” He laughs, tilting his head slowly, taking my body in now that he's closer, his Adam's apple bobs slightly with each swallow he forces down that tender throat of his.

“You know that kiss you shared with Drake during homecoming? It was his first kiss.“ The tilt of his head and words has me shuffling to get friction between my thighs. The thought of kissing Drake as the man he is today is tempting, and I wonder if he's gotten better over time or if his kiss is still like he's trying to devour your very soul. I would've never guessed I was his first with how talented he was back then.

“That's funny, from the way I remember that kiss, it seemed like he’s had more practice than he let on,” I smirk, pulling my bottom lip into my teeth, biting it to stifle the moan from the memory now creeping into my mind.

Maybe it's the trauma or the fact that they saved me from a horrific fate, I can't place why I'm so tempted to risk it all. Well, there's nothing left to risk, Jace and I were over the moment I entered that bar. I just had not come to terms with it until he practically tried to murder me.

I'm such a fucking dumbass.

“Mm, he'd be glad to know that you think so highly of his ability to please a woman with his mouth,” he smirks, as the words leave his luscious lips

This sly motherfucker.

“Is this really what you needed to tell me or did you get distracted?” I lean up so that my face is closer to his. My breath mingles with his while my brown eyes trace over his features.

He leans in with a smirk gracing his lips, meeting my bluff head-on. Brushing his lips against my ear he sends my heart into oblivion.

Catching me off guard, the blanket falls down my naked body into my lap, the cold air caressing my skin like a lover's touch. His hand slowly lifts, and as he runs his delicate fingers over my exposed mounds, he causes a shiver to roll down my body like a tidal wave.

“God, I want to put these in my mouth and taste you before you're gone from my reach,” he groans. Cocking my brow at his brazen words, I slide my hand over his to push it just below the blanket near the spot that I'm aching for him to touch.

“Would that be the only spot you place those luscious lips of yours? Would I need to beg on my knees for it to travel lower? To replace the memories that are plaguing me of my almost death?” My voice comes out breathy and full of want, I bite my lip bringing my eyes up to meet him head-on.

His eyes light up, and before another word is spoken he's pushing me on my back, the conversation being forgotten.

His hand slowly dips down, grazing my clit with such precise skills as one long digit dips into my wet heat slowly and torturously. “Fuck, you're dripping down my hand Damsel.“ He purrs, leaning further into my body. Placing his other hand firmly between my breasts, pushing me deeper into the bed as he snatches the blankets the rest of the way to reveal my naked body to his wandering eyes, sending it and the clothes that have long since been forgotten onto the floor.

He smirks before he claims my mouth in a punishing kiss that sends heat waves through my body. My pussy clenches around his digit as he adds a second one and starts to fuck me harder into the bed, the sound echoing through the room like a cadence to my damnation.

“Fuck.. harder.. fuck!” I grind down onto his fingers begging for more, with each push-up of my hips making me impale myself deeper onto his fingers, his palm grinding on my sensitive clit .

Smirking he bites my lip, sucking it into his mouth, and the taste of honeydew and mint dance across my taste buds cementing his taste forever in my memory.

I fumble like an amateur with his pants as I finally get the button undone. I use my foot to shove them down his hips and hook him with my legs in one swift movement, pulling him closer until his hardness rubs against me.

He breaks our kiss leaning back on his legs, his eyes almost fully void of any emotions. His hard cock bounces in the thin material that he's wearing to pass as boxers.

“Do you think you deserve to have my cock in this tight fucking cunt?” He taunts, tilting his head slightly as his eyes rake down my bare body. With swift precision he moves his shirt to where it is pushed behind his head and around his neck, like an opened crop top, showing off his glorious abs. Abs that look like they're chiseled from stone. My fingers desperately reach to trace along his bare skin. His voice is so dark, sending a thrill through my body as I look up to him.

“Please, please use me. Make the memories of tonight stop and replace them with something that won't leave me a damaged mess once we leave this room.” I'm practically begging, but I couldn't care less. As long as he just shoves the monster of a cock he was blessed with into my dripping pussy. Claiming me with a quick meaningless fuck, and leaving me with something to remember my saviors by.

Fuck to have them all for one night sends a vivid image to the front of my brain and I swear I could cum by just that thought alone.

“Whatever you want, Damsel . As long as it’s only this one time, I can give it to you.“ He moves his hands down his chest slides his fingers into the band of his boxers and springs his thick and engorged length free, the metal that lines the underside of his shaft takes my breath away momentarily, there are seven bars lining his flesh.

Fuck if that's not intimidating in its own right.

“But this won’t be a soft fuck, that's not the man I am. I'm going to use you like the whore your ex claimed you to be. When we’re done, I will be so ingrained into your very soul that even when you wash yourself later, I will remain a part of you – forever to haunt you until your dying breath.” His voice is sinister, like a promise that his words will only ring true once we are done.

Wow, you truly are a whore Soren.

The tiny voice whispers in the back of my mind, but I couldn't care less at this point. As long as he fucks me like he promises, I can rid myself of this horrible fucking day.

So be it, I'll be the whore that I'm accused of being all along.

Locking my eyes with him my voice comes out sultry, “Are you gonna fuck me now or do I need to call one of the others in here to finish the job? We don't have all day, as you pointed out.”

Without another warning, his body cages me to the bed and his hand snakes down to brutally shove the head of his cock into my soaked heat. A feral grown escapes Caden's lips as he locks his eyes with me, right as he draws his hips back to slam forward with such force the headboard slams against the wall.

The force leaves me gasping for air that only lasts for a split second before his fingers wrap around my throat. He holds me hostage through each thrust of his hips, drilling me deeper into the mattress.

“You're taking me like such a good fucking slut,” he rasps, his voice tinged with so much want it's hard to ignore.

My eyes roll slightly as I arch my body into him, allowing him to go deeper. The metal bars send me crashing to my first of many orgasms as they rub my walls with each thrust, every grind of his hips feels like a punishment.

The moans that escape my trapped throat could rival a pornstar as I dig my nails into his flesh. I draw blood from how deep I have my claws into his muscular back. He loosens his grip on my throat and I greedily suck in a lungful of air.

Caden grunts as my walls tighten around his length following the aftershock of my orgasm. Without a second's notice, his hand is slapping my clit as he continues his punishing thrusts into me. He slowly rubs the sting away before he brings his hand up to slap my breast with just as much force as he used against my throbbing clit. My breath is momentarily stolen by the impact.

“Such a fucking whore, I love it.” He smirks as I squirm under his gaze and words that should turn me off, but in fact, they're doing just the opposite.

“Yes! Yes, please don't stop.” I'm practically screaming and begging, all in the beautiful broken mess that I now am.

He leans down, his breath fanning across my delicate face. “You're my whore, and I don't think I am going to let you escape me so easily. You're mine!” His harsh thrust hammers each word into my very soul.

The words are more like a threat than a promise, and I know he means them with every fiber of his being. This will not be a one-time thing like we thought it would be. I just gained another monster that will be haunting me in the dark long after I leave this bed and town.

He grabs my waist, pulling my body flush with his as the sweat makes our bodies slide against each other. The loud sounds of skin slapping skin, and moans echoing loudly around us. I'm sure the rest of the house can hear us, and the thought has my walls clamping against him like a vice. His hip stutters as he grabs me, lifting me without any real effort on his end, before impaling me on his thick pierced cock all over again.

My breath was momentarily stolen by how full I truly felt, and with a loud moan that sends my heart spiraling to the floor to shatter on impact, he shoots his hot and sticky load deep into my pussy as my orgasm matches his.

We collapse into a pile on the mattress below me, our bodies are still connected and the sweat that is still coating our skin makes us a sticky mess of limbs and lust. We fight to calm our racing hearts as our breathing slowly evens out.

“Damsel , this is not what I came in here for.” He mumbles to himself as he slowly slides his now soft dick from where it sat inside me. He moves me so I'm now beside him, our bodies lightly pressed together as he traces small shapes into my flesh.

“I need to tell you something, and then I will explain why I did what I did. Understand?” His voice is soft, not as dominant as it was just seconds ago.

“Okay, tell me.” My eyes lock with his as I can tell he's facing a war within himself and by the look of it he's not winning the battle.

Caden takes a deep breath and starts, “We are part of something that is not well known unless you are invited to be a part of it. My brothers and I spoke, and we came to the conclusion that we should help you stay alive. The only way for us to do that was to reach out to an insider who has the power to do just that and more. She can keep you and your sisters alive, she can keep your ex from fulfilling his promise to come back and finish the job. She will be here soon, to get you and your sisters. Radley is picking them up and unenrolling them from school as we speak. I know you don't remember us, and that's okay. But I need you to trust that we have your best interest at heart, and we just want to see you live a longer life than what awaits you if you stay here. What awaits your sisters because they will be used to get to you like the pawns that they are considered to be.”

He finishes off his speech and brings my face forward so I'm looking at him when he adds the last bit that deals with my fate.

“Your friend was right, Soren. It's time that you live for yourself, and that starts by leaving with my mom when she comes to get you three. It's the only way to guarantee that you live a long life. One that is just yours.” Caden starts to get out of the bed.

“What about my responsibilities here? Am I supposed to leave and tuck my tail? Go into hiding like a scared puppy because some psycho piece of shit decided to play god with my life? How is that any way to live?” My voice breaks, as my dreams and future come crumbling down around me.

“It's the only choice you have, Soren.” He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead as he gathers his pants and slips them back on and he adjusts his shirt so it's covering him like it was meant to. “Get dressed Damsel, she'll be here in less than 30 minutes.” Without another word, he throws the door open to reveal a stunned and slightly pissed-off Reed and Drake. He shoulders past them without shutting the door, leaving me vulnerable and thoroughly used.

Regret dances slightly on the tip of my tongue, but without another second to waste I get up stomping my feet to the door and slamming it in their face, not even sparing another second to realize that I'm still butt ass naked and I just gave them an angry show of exposed and flushed flesh. Leaving nothing more to the imagination than what usually hides under my clothes.

I bend down, snatching up the discarded fabric and the loosened sheet tightening it around my body as a shield before I snatch the door back open, not sparing another glance at the two men who are still standing there, a broken plate of food at their feet long since forgotten.

What a shame I could go for food right now after that brutal display of fucking. I propel my body forward and into the bathroom door slamming and locking it behind me. As I step to the giant shower that stands in the middle of the enormous black room. I flip the cold water on, opting to use any hot water as I drop the sheet and step in accepting my fate because what other choice do I truly have? I cannot leave my sisters to get hurt or to grow up without me. I'll accept whatever this is, and I'll do it with a smile on my face even though I wish Jace would've done something right in his miserable life and killed me, maybe it would've been for the better and I wouldn’t be such a burden.

The weight of the world is truly suffocating, when you're facing it alone.