Chapter 8
Rei Kurosaki
The dream had wrecked me.
In the dream I was back in the forest.
But this time the gun wasn’t cold steel. This time it was Dimitri’s cock on my tongue, forcing past my lips while he laughed.
“Open wider, little fairy. Take your owner’s cock the way you took my gun. Choke on it. Come untouched for me again.”
I had.
In the dream I had gagged and cried and spilled all over the dirt without a single touch to my dick, just like before.
Only this time it was real flesh stretching my throat, his hand pinning my head, his voice praising me while I shook apart.
I woke up mid-orgasm, hips jerking, cum pulsing into the fabric, heart slamming so hard I thought it would break my ribs.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
For years I had been nothing. I had moved through life on autopilot. Then Dimitri Morozov put a loaded gun down my throat and I ignited.
I felt everything, and it was too much. Rage, fear, disgust, and underneath it all this sick, electric pull toward the man who had broken me open in the dirt. I hated it.
I hated him.
I spent the next day in a fog. I answered his texts with single words or that stupid flower emoji just to keep him from escalating. I avoided the east entrance.
I sat with Marco at lunch and pretended I wasn’t scanning the room for his eyes.
Kento texted me twice. I ignored him. What was I supposed to say? Your little brother let a Russian heir choke him with a gun and now I’m dreaming about his cock?
By the time night fell, I took a shower. Late. Past midnight.
The house was quiet. Mother and Daniel were already asleep.
I stood under the scalding water until my skin turned pink. I padded back into my dark bedroom on bare feet, towel clutched tight.
Dimitri Morozov was sitting on the edge of my bed. Legs spread, elbows on his knees, head tilted as he watched me.
Black shirt. Leather jacket.
He looked completely at home.
What the fuck?
I yelped like a fucking idiot, heart slamming so hard I felt it in my throat.
My hand flew to the towel, yanking it higher, clutching it with both fists like it could somehow shield me from the way his gaze dragged over every exposed inch of skin. Thighs. Collarbones.
“What the fuck?” I snapped. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”
He smiled.
“Waiting for you.”
I backed up a step.
“How the fuck did you get in here? What are you doing? Get out—get the fuck out right now.”
Dimitri’s eyes flicked to the window behind him, then back to me.
Calm.
Amused.
Dangerous.
“Through the window. Your security’s a joke, little fairy. I’ve been in here before. You were unconscious last time. This time…” His gaze dropped to the towel and lingered on where it barely covered the tops of my thighs because I had it wrapped up to my chest. “This time you’re awake.”
My face burned. I took another step back, hiking the towel higher to my chest.
“You can’t just break in whenever you want.”
He chuckled and leaned back on his hands, still sitting on my bed like it was his throne.
“Get off my bed,” I managed. “And get out. Before I call Kento.”
Dimitri’s smile widened.
“Kento’s not here. And even if he was, he wouldn’t get here fast enough. We both know that.”
He stood up slowly.
I stepped back fast.
My back hit the door.
Nowhere left to go.
Dimitri took one step toward me, then another, unhurried, like he had all night.
He stopped close - too close - crowding me against the door without even touching me yet.
I could feel the heat of him.
“You smell nice,” he murmured.
His eyes flicked down to the damp skin of my neck, the water still clinging to my collarbones.
One hand lifted and rested on the door beside my head. The other stayed at his side - for now.
I swallowed again, throat tight.
My cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against the towel, tenting the fabric in a way I couldn’t hide. I shifted, trying to angle away, but there was no space. “Don’t—”
His hand moved down from my hip, fingers brushing the edge of the towel where it met bare skin, then lower, palm sliding over the naked curve of my thigh.
Claiming.
Dimitri’s eyes darkened. His hand stayed on my thigh, thumb stroking once over the sensitive skin just above my knee.
“Are you a virgin, little fairy?”
His fingers flexed lightly on my thigh, not moving higher yet, but the threat was there in every inch of space between us.
My heart slammed.
The dream flashed again - his cock in my mouth, his hand in my hair, the way I had come shaking and crying.
I couldn’t answer. My throat locked up.
The void I had lived in for years was nothing but smoke now.
In its place was this burning awareness - every drop of water on my skin, every inch of space he took up, every dark promise in his eyes. I hated how my body reacted.
I hated how my hole had clenched involuntarily at the possessive tone of his voice.
The callused palm slid higher up my damp thigh, fingers spreading wide, pushing the edge of the towel aside.
I sucked in a breath, trying to keep the towel clutched high with one hand while the other pressed flat against the door behind me. But there was nowhere to go. His body caged me in.
Then his fingers curved.
Around the back of my thigh.
Higher.
I gasped as his fingertips brushed the curve of my ass cheek, then pushed between them. The towel slipped a little despite my grip. His finger found the tight, untouched furl of my hole and parted my cheeks with obscene ease, the pad of it dragging over the sensitive skin.
My whole body jerked. “D-Dimitri… stop—”
I tried to push him. My free hand came up, shoving at his chest, at his shoulder, anywhere I could reach.
But he didn’t budge.
He was bigger, stronger, and he simply leaned in harder, pinning me to the door with his body while that finger stayed exactly where it was - like he was mapping territory that had never belonged to anyone else.
“Has anyone ever been here?”
The finger pressed a little firmer, not pushing in, just circling the rim with devastating pressure. “Tell me the truth, little fairy.”
I shook my head fast, eyes wide.
I had never been touched there.
Never.
The void had kept everything locked down, sealed tight. No one had ever gotten close. And now Dimitri Morozov had his finger between my ass cheeks in my own bedroom, asking like he already knew and was just making me say it out loud.
He felt the shake of my head.
Saw the panic in my eyes.
His finger paused, then pressed - just the barest hint of pressure right against the center of my hole.
He didn’t breach it.
Just enough to make me feel it. To make my body clench and flutter in terrified, unwanted response.
I squeezed my eyes shut, a broken sound catching in my throat.
My free hand pushed harder at his chest, but it was useless.
He was solid.
Unmoving.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think past the sensation of his fingertip right there, the knowledge that he could push in if he wanted, that he was choosing not to.
The pressure eased.
His finger slid away slowly, dragging back between my cheeks one last time before his hand settled on my hip instead, holding me in place.
I opened my eyes, breathing hard, vision blurry at the edges.
My cock was aching. Dimitri’s eyes were locked on mine like he could see every crack he had put in the old numbness.
“Good,” he murmured. “I’ll be the first.”
***
The night replayed on a loop behind my eyes every time I tried to close them.
I hated how those words had followed me into sleep.
How my cock had stayed half-hard even after he left through the window.
How my hole had fluttered for hours afterward, empty and untouched but no longer unknown.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Couldn’t stop replaying the way he had smelled, the way his voice had dropped when he said he would be the first, the way my cock had throbbed against the towel like it wanted him to keep going.
By morning I was exhausted and wired at the same time. I clipped the red flower into my hair - blood red, defiant, because black belonged to the old nothing and red was what he had left behind.
I dressed in black slacks and a fitted black shirt, trying to look put-together even though my skin still felt marked.
I didn’t want to go downstairs. But I had no choice.
The long table was already set when I walked in.
Mother sat at the head in one of her silk robes, smiling too wide.
Daniel was beside her, already dressed like he had important meetings, his fake smile in place the second he saw me.
“Rei,” Mother said, voice bright. “You’re up early, sweetheart. Come sit. We were just talking about the family trip next month.”
I pulled out my chair and sat, keeping my expression neutral.
Polite.
The way I had always been.
“Morning.”
Daniel’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Morning, son.”
Fucking parasite.
“You look… rested. Though that flower is quite the statement again.”
I kept my voice even. “I like it.”
He took a sip of his coffee, eyes lingering on the flower.
“You know, at your age, image matters. Especially with the company your mother and I keep. People talk. A boy your age walking around with flowers in his hair, people might start assuming things. Things that could affect how others see the family. You don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea, do you? Thinking you’re… you know. That way.”
My jaw tightened.
The old numbness would have let it roll off. The new fire made my blood run hot.
I kept my tone polite, even as my fingers curled under the table. “It’s just a flower, Daniel. It doesn’t mean anything.”
Mother laughed lightly, the sound forced. “Daniel, don’t be dramatic. It’s a harmless accessory. Rei’s always liked them.”
Daniel didn’t even glance at her. His eyes stayed on me.
“Harmless until it isn’t. You’re a good-looking boy, Rei. We don’t need anyone thinking our family has… complications. You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”
I took a breath. “It’s my choice.”
He chuckled, condescending.
“Of course it is. I’m just looking out for you. For the family. Your mother works hard to maintain our standing. I’d hate to see it damaged because you decided to experiment with… certain aesthetics.”
Mother shifted in her seat. “Daniel, maybe we don’t need to—”
He waved a hand, still smiling at me. “I’m just being honest, darling. Rei’s at that age where one wrong association can follow him. Especially with flowers and that whole delicate look. People will assume he’s gay. We don’t want that kind of attention, do we, Rei?”
I wanted to fucking stab him.
I kept my face blank and did not answer.
Mother just smiled and changed the subject to some charity event. I pushed eggs around my plate, appetite gone.
By the time I got to Bloodburn, my head was a mess.
No Dimitri.
The east entrance felt strangely empty without him leaning against the pillar.
I was heading toward my first class when I heard it.
Someone was laughing.
I recognized Marco’s voice, trying to de-escalate.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Scholarship trash thinks he can talk back now?” one of the bigger guys sneered.
Three of them had Marco cornered against the lockers.
The kid in the middle - some football asshole named Brad - had his hand on Marco’s shoulder, shoving him.
“Look at you. Tiny little thing. Bet you suck dick for those grades, huh? Or maybe that’s why you hang around Kurosaki.
You two a couple? The pretty boy with the flower and his little pet? ”
Marco’s face was red, eyes wide and scared. “Leave him alone. I don’t—”
Brad shoved him harder.
Marco’s back hit the lockers.
Fucking assholes.
Marco was like 5’1 and scrawny as hell. They didn’t have anyone better to pick on than him? They were literally giants ganging up on him.
I grabbed Brad by the shoulder, spun him around, and drove my fist straight into his face.
Brad stumbled back, blood already pouring from his nose.
His friends shouted.
Marco gasped my name. I didn’t stop.
I hit him again, and he hit me back before someone grabbed me from behind.
“Rei—stop!”
Security.
Teachers.
Hands pulling me off.
Brad was on the ground, cursing, blood on his shirt.
Marco was pressed against the lockers, hyperventilating.
***
I sat in the hard chair across from Principal Hargrove’s desk.
Hargrove was a tall, thin man with a permanent frown.
He had already called my mother.
She was on her way.
Daniel too, probably, because he never missed a chance to play concerned stepfather in public.
“Mr. Kurosaki,” Hargrove said. “Fighting on school grounds. Assaulting another student. Do you have any idea how serious this is? Brad’s parents are already threatening to press charges.”
I stared at the desk. My hand hurt. My face too.
My chest felt tight with leftover adrenaline. “He was bullying my friend. I stopped it.”
“By breaking his nose?” Hargrove raised an eyebrow. “There are better ways to handle conflict, Rei. You know the rules. Zero tolerance for violence. I should suspend you for a week at minimum. Possibly expel you if Brad’s family pushes.”
The door opened.
Mother swept in first. Daniel followed, his fake smile already in place, though his eyes were cold when they landed on me.
“Rei, sweetheart, what happened?” Mother asked, sitting beside me and touching my arm like she could smooth this over with charm.
Daniel didn’t sit. He stood behind her, arms crossed. “Punching some boy in the hallway like a common thug. What were you thinking?”
I kept my voice flat. “I was thinking my friend was getting shoved into lockers and called a cocksucker because he’s on scholarship. So I stopped it.”
Daniel’s smile thinned. “Language, Rei.”
Principal Hargrove cleared his throat. “Enough. Rei, you’re suspended for three days. Effective immediately. Your mother will take you home. We’ll discuss further consequences after I speak with Brad’s parents. And I suggest you use this time to think about your choices.”
Daniel’s smile returned, colder now. “We’ll handle it at home. Come on, Rei. Let’s go before you make this any worse.”