11
Leon
It’s been a while since Mikhail went to check on Lucia but I’m not too worried about him. The night-vision cameras installed in the basement of the garden shed allow me to see and hear everything happening there.
My balls harden as I watch Mikhail grab Lucia and spank her for trying to run. She squirms and twists on his lap but he holds her down with sheer force.
Her cries echo all around the room, making it seem like I’m right there with them.
Within minutes, a pained but lust-glazed expression comes over Lucia’s pretty face. Her cries soften and turn into moans as my brother inserts his fingers inside her pussy. The sound system is so good, that it picks up the wet, squelching noises erupting in the still, quiet basement.
“Fuck,” I moan, unable to stop myself from rubbing the hard lump forming in my pants.
The picture quality isn’t too good considering the darkness in there but it’s enough for me to gauge her reaction to Mikhail’s teasing.
“Impatient bastard,” I mutter, watching Mikhail throw her off his lap and take her from behind.
Lucia’s expression turns into pure ecstasy as she takes his hard, relentless rutting. Her heat erases her fears, allowing her to be immersed in the pleasure only Mikhail can provide her.
She begs him in the most seductive voice, forcing him to give in to her. We hate her but her perfume drives all of us crazy. One whiff of the caramel-scented air and our bodies react before our minds have a chance to catch up.
Lucia’s cry breaks me out of my thoughts. Glancing toward the screen before me, I see Mikhail pulling out of her. He helps her to the ground before skipping up the stairs and leaving her there.
Despair spreads on Lucia’s face at my brother’s abrupt departure. She shouts at him but he shuts the door before she can run after him.
“Mikhail’s such a bastard, isn’t he?” I croon, enjoying her frustrated expression. To my surprise, Lucia sits down at the bottom staircase and spreads her legs wide.
“Fuck,” I groan as she inserts her fingers into her pussy. Her head falls back, her hips bucking against her thrumming fingers.
I can no longer ignore the demands of my body. Even though I can’t smell her or touch her, Lucia’s voice is enough to get me hot and hard. Loosening my belt, I open the buttons of my jeans.
Keeping my gaze on the large monitor before me, I take my thick, heavy cock in my hand. Following Lucia’s fingers, I pump my length, feeling it harden in my hold.
My mind imagines the tight, searing feel of Lucia’s pussy, heightening my pleasure immediately. A husky gasp escapes me as heat builds deep in my navel.
“Lucia...” I breathe, staring at her perfect, round tits and the way they’d felt in my hands.
My balls turn into rocks as I pump my cock harder and faster.
Lucia’s moans echo all around me, making me lose my head. My muscles tighten, my core coiling into that familiar point where I want to lose control but also keep going simultaneously.
“Ah, fuck!” she gasps, sending me over the edge.
Thick, creamy cum spurts from the tip of my cock, hitting the leg of the table before me. My head falls back against the chair’s backrest as utter bliss washes over me.
I stay in that position until I hear someone pushing open the door.
“Why the hell are you sitting around with your dick out like that?” Mikhail’s amused voice reaches me as he walks into the room and sinks into a chair beside me.
Sitting up straighter, I adjust my cock and pull up my jeans.
“Lucia needs us too,” I say, gesturing toward the screen before me. “But we don’t need to worry too much. Princess knows how to take care of herself.”
“I should’ve chained her up to stop her from touching herself,” he says with a small chuckle. “She’s dirty, Leo. She loved the spanking I gave her for being too mouthy.”
I nod emphatically. “It’s going to be fun to have her around.”
“How long do you think Damien will keep her here?”
“If he knows what’s best, he’ll kick her out soon.”
Confusion flickers through Mikhail’s expression and I know it’s already too late for my brother. “Don’t get attached to her,” I say in a grim tone. “She doesn’t belong with us.”
“You’re saying the right words but that’s not how you feel.”
Letting out a deep sigh, I grab my butterfly knife from the table before me. My fingers move rapidly, sliding the sleek handle between them, distracting me from my thoughts.
“Your silence says it all,” my bastard brother continues. “You want to get to know her again. You want to make her like you again.”
Taking the knife, I plunge the blade into the table’s wooden surface. “Damn it! Will you stop talking crap? Lucia had no idea about who we were back then. If she did, she’d have run far from us. Like us? Princesses like her will freak out if they knew the number of men we’ve killed since we were twelve.”
“Lucia could be different,” he mutters.
I scoff and grab the envelope lying a few feet away from me. “Keep dreaming. She’ll never willingly choose us over the men in her perfect world. Don’t forget the fact that she never came after us. The Baldwins made absolutely no effort to find us after dumping us. Fuck her while she’s here but make sure you get her out of your head.”
He glares at me but I already noticed the flash of hurt in his eyes. He’s the youngest amongst us and one spoiled, na?ve baby.
“What’s that?” he asks, snatching the nondescript brown envelope from my hand.
“Asshole! Give that back. I’ve got a job to do!”
Opening the envelope, he tips out the full-blown photographs of us and Lucia. It was Damien’s idea to choose the best ones so we could send them to Callum Baldwin.
“Nice, huh?” I ask, slapping Mikhail’s arm hard.
Each of the photographs shows Lucia naked and being fucked by me and my brothers. Her expressions in them could either be interpreted as extreme pain or utter bliss.
It’s all up to the imagination of whoever is looking at them.
“This one’s especially good,” Mikhail says, showing me a photograph where Damien is fucking her while Mikhail and I play with her boobs, our hands roaming every inch of her body. “He’s going to love this one.”
I chuckle at the cruel sarcasm in his voice. “He’s going to lose his fucking mind.”
We both laugh. It’s truly fun to imagine Callum Baldwin’s expression when he finds out about the way we tainted his sweet and pure sister.
“Print some copies for me,” Mikhail says, giving me back the envelope. “If Damien is intent on sending her away, I’ll need to jerk off to some of these keepsakes.”
“Lucia is going through her heat,” I say in a serious tone. “She’ll be begging you to take her again. You can fuck her until you’re fully satisfied.”
“I know...I just...”
I shake my head and turn away from my stupid brother. Mikhail is still in love with her. Even being driven to death didn’t harden him against her.
Lucia is a drug to him. He knows she’s bad for him but he’s still obsessed with her.
Leaving him to watch the CCTV feeds, I walk out of the surveillance room.
We’re done ruining Lucia’s innocence but our revenge isn’t truly complete without Callum finding out about it. Slipping the envelope inside my jacket, I make my way to the underground garage where we keep our rides.
For tonight’s job, I choose my favorite midnight-black Kawasaki Ninja. The engines are powerful and come with excellent suspension and tire pressure, making it a high-speed beast but a very quiet one.
Grabbing a helmet and a pair of leather gloves, I stride toward the bike.
Swinging my leg over the side, I seat myself securely and depress the clutch before starting the bike. The engine purrs like a satisfied kitten and shoots forward.
Riding out of the underground garage, I drive through the acres of wooded land surrounding our home to reach the main gates of the estate.
The guards on duty step aside as the gates slide open automatically for me. I breathe in the cold night air deeply and enjoy the freedom of my speed.
A sickle moon hangs over me as I drive at top speed through a nearly-empty highway, making my way toward Ashville’s most posh suburban area. Soon, villas and well-lit homes pass me by as I speed toward the luxurious mansion that belongs to the Baldwins.
I park my bike on a different street. This way, I won’t get caught on any of the surveillance cameras near Baldwin Mansion.
Since it’s close to 2 AM, the streets are deserted, making it easy for me to creep among the shadows as I head toward Lucia’s home.
Being able to move undetected in the dead of night is my specialty. This is the reason they call me a shadow. Damien chose me for my ability to get this job done.
Reaching Lucia’s home, I skirt around the wall fencing the luxurious villa.
Big mansions like these usually have different entrances for guests and servants. Having been here several times previously, I know the exact spot where there’s a small, unguarded wire gate. It’s mostly used by the gardener to cart away weeds and rubbish and is ignored.
As usual, no one is guarding it tonight. Quietly pushing it open, I enter the grounds of the mansion.
Having spent over three years living here, me and my brothers figured out all the ways we could enter the house without anyone noticing us. We even learned our way around the heating and ventilation vents running across the mansion.
It wouldn’t be a brag to say we knew more about Baldwin Mansion than the family residing in it.
There were nights I sneaked inside to keep a watch over the occupants and keep a tab on what they were up to. At least, that’s the excuse I gave Damien.
Most nights, though, I just came to watch Lucia sleep. There was no need to even squeeze through the vents and the ducts to reach her.
Lucia’s bedroom window has a long, winding thunbergia bush growing around it. She probably enjoys the trumpet-shaped blossoms and allows them to grow on the outer wall.
I’m able to scale the wall by using the thick, sturdy branches to reach the outer ledge of her window. It’s a comfortable perch, allowing me to watch her sleep without any interference.
I hated her for betraying me and my brothers but something kept drawing me back to her. It was dangerous to lurk around her but I was a moth and Lucia, my flame. Even though she could burn me again, I couldn’t stay away.
She’s all mine now. The thought flashes across my mind, making me grin.
There’s no need for me to venture into her bedroom today.
Tonight, my mission is to drop the envelope with all our sinful photographs on Callum’s office desk and leave without being detected.
The house is quiet at this hour, giving me the freedom to creep around the hallways. Hurrying forward, I reach the vast room on the third floor which is used by Callum as a residential office.
Opening the door, I quietly slip in.
The room looks the same as always but something seems off. Placing the envelope on Callum’s desk, I carefully gaze around the corners, wondering why my senses are getting triggered.
My gaze soon falls on the fireplace. There’s a dark, hollow space right underneath the mantle. Looking closely, I realize the grate is missing from its usual place.
The dimly lit room conceals the spot very well. Walking closer, I lean under the mantel and find a wide opening there.
A secret entrance? I question myself, slowly creeping under the mantle to check it out.
A hallway stretches before me. Stepping forward, I note how the ceiling is tall enough for me to walk straight.
So, Callum Baldwin has a secret room in this mansion. Interesting.
This is a brand new, undiscovered location for me. Taking precautions, I proceed down the corridor.
A smaller room opens up at the end of the hallway. Staying concealed behind the wall, I peer inside.
Surprise flickers through me as I stare at an unexpected and disturbing sight.
Six men hang from chains that are suspended from the ceiling. They’re all naked, their torsos bearing marks and bruises from abuse. The room appears to be a torture chamber but that’s not the most disturbing thing about this scene.
All the men are missing their dicks and balls.
I’m about to take a closer look when Callum Baldwin appears in my view, making me step back into the shadows of the hallway.
“It’s been over twelve hours since she was taken!” Callum shouts in an enraged voice. “Tell me where the fuck she is!”
The six men whimper and squirm against their bindings.
“You were supposed to guard her,” Callum bellows. “How could you leave her all by herself during the blasts? That’s when she needed you the most!”
“We wanted to check the threat,” one of the men says meekly. “Miss Baldwin wasn’t supposed to come out of the room.”
Callum grabs the man’s head and punches him in the teeth. “I’ll kill you for this. Do you have any idea how hard it’s been to keep her all to myself these past years? She hates me but I never loosen my hold on her. This was supposed to be our wedding day? Do you understand that, motherfucker? You lost me my sister! My wife!”
My eyes widen.
Callum wanted Lucia to be his wife ? Did I hear him right?
Picking up a baseball hat, Callum starts hitting the men at random.
Terrified screams rise from inside the room, assaulting my ears.
“You’re not walking out of here until I find her,” Callum bellows, hitting the poor men who’d been recruited as Lucia’s guards. “Tell me where she is. Who has taken her? She can only be mine. Mine! I’m the only one who can touch her. I’m the only one who has the right to be inside her.”
Fuck! I curse internally. Callum Baldwin is truly crazy. His obsession with his sister has turned into something disgusting and vile.
There’s no doubt in my mind anymore. The scene I just witnessed is enough for me to understand the dynamic between Callum and Lucia. They’re siblings, children from the same parents.
Was the marriage to Freddy Stone just a pretense for them to get their own happy ending? The gay bastard would get his inheritance for marrying a woman while the Baldwin siblings could continue keeping their sick relationship a secret.
My stomach churns. It’s sickening to imagine our angel being intimate with a monster like Callum Baldwin. What would my brothers think of this revelation?
I think of Mikhail and how he’s addicted to her after a single taste. He’s going to have his heart broken if there’s truly such a vile relationship between Lucia and her brother.
I have to find the truth , I decide, stepping away and hurrying out of the hallway. Even if I have to make her scream and bleed, Lucia will have to tell me the truth about her relationship with her brother.