37. Snow
Chapter thirty-seven
Snow
Angel plunges his knife back and forth, completely and utterly destroying my pussy, and yet I still meet his thrusts.
Still invite this maniac inside me.
And I can feel it. My orgasm rushes up, seizing my entire body from head to toe, and I throw my head back, lights flashing as I crest my wave.
My wrists tug at my binds, yet there’s no escaping.
Angel told me exactly what he wanted to do to my body and boy, did he deliver…
When he pushes his knife in that few more inches, my body halts yet again, and I thrash my head.
“Fuck, yes!”
Suddenly, he’s above me, stealing the sounds from my lungs as he sucks the air from my body with a kiss.
He reaches down and thrusts that knife in again and again, and my body spasms as the rough handle of his blade scrapes my walls, undoing me.
Then he removes the blade, brushing the wet handle up my body until he stops at my jaw.
He pushes it against my lips, and I taste myself on his knife as he thrusts it inside my mouth.
Then he places the knife between my heaving breasts, resting it inside the groove of my ribs as he unzips his pants.
He slides in without protest this time, and it seems he was just making room for his dick with his knife.
The weapon still rests between my breasts, right beside my beating heart, and Angel can’t take his eyes off it or me as he snaps his hips into mine, making me come for the umpteenth time.
With a roar, he jerks his hips, then empties his cock inside me.
Our heavy breaths fill the room as he returns from his high. I bet it beats watching his brother through a door…
I smile up at him as he slowly comes to, and I realize he forgot to put his eyepatch back on.
Now I gaze at that empty socket where his other eye used to be and smile.
He sacrificed that eye for Casper, and in my eyes, that makes Angel a hero.
Seeing my smile, Angel meets my lips with another possessive kiss.
When I yank on his lower lip with my teeth, he growls appreciatively, then kisses his way down my chest.
He gives each of my pebbled nipples another biting kiss, digging his teeth in ever so slightly.
Then, he moves his knife from between my breasts and replaces it with his ear as he listens to my heartbeat.
It thumps beside his ear, in time with my pussy.
I can still feel what he did to me; still feel his knife thrusting deep inside me, and my pussy feels bereft.
When he unties the rope, I wrap my arms around his head, and that’s how we stay until morning.
My guardian angel watching over me…
I finish sending my new friend Elle a message on my brand-new phone.
Yes, a new phone. As courtesy of Prince, his olive branch.
I just hope Elle is okay and that her stepsisters aren’t giving her too much of a hard time.
Prince even got them kicked out of the club as they were trying to make trouble.
Poor Elle was too shy to dance whenever they were around, hence why Prince intervened in the end.
As grateful as I am, though, I’m still a little wary around him.
I just don’t know where I stand with that man.
But I am getting along swimmingly with the others. More than swimmingly with some, yet Prince is still cold with me.
Still distant.
Yet I do catch his lingering stare here and there, and his green eye will glow brighter whenever I meet his.
It seemed that maybe he wanted me to find a friend in Elle, though.
Why is he being nice all of a sudden?
Has he realized that Regina means nothing to me, after all, and that I am not working for her in secret?
All it took was for him to meet another poor girl being abused by her own stepfamily.
Did he finally see what Regina was to me?
My phone buzzes with a message.
Elle: I just hope she doesn’t punish me too much.
Snow: Well, it’s all up to you, Elle. You can either stay with her or take charge of your own fate. The choice is yours.
Of course, I don’t tell her to take charge of her fate by trusting the first handsome face she meets.
Just like I did.
Ferdinand’s face still haunts me, and I wonder if he still has that dent in the head where I hit him with the rock.
If he survived, he will be very pissed.
Yeah, well, I will be ready for him this time.
Angel has been teaching me how to throw a blade (when he’s not busy fucking me with said blade), and I’m getting pretty good at our target practice sessions.
Ferdinand won’t know what hit him.
Elle: Thank you, Snow. I don’t know what I would do without you.
A smile takes over my face. Helping her is the least I can do.
If only I had someone helping me back when I still lived under Regina’s reign. Life back then may have been more bearable.
I haven’t had a female friend since my mother died. In fact, Elle is the first friend I’ve had my age.
Someone knocks on my door, and I put my phone aside.
“Come in.”
Hunter’s beaming face appears, and I can’t help but feel fluttery inside when I spy those green eyes.
Hunter has become a good friend, as well as Casper, but truth be told…
I want to be more than friends with him.
I already have a relationship with Saint and Angel. I’m already spoiled for choice, yet my traitorous pussy only wants more.
Maybe I’m more like Regina than I thought.
“There you are, Snow. Just the girl I was looking for. I have an announcement to make. We’re meeting in the living room.”
“Oh,” I reply. “Should I come now?”
“Yes. Come on.”
Well, he’s certainly very eager, and now I can’t stop smiling as I follow him out of Prince’s wing and to the living room.
The others have gathered, and it appears they were waiting for me.
My eyes find the twins, who have left a spot for me between them.
I have no doubt in my mind that the others all heard exactly what Angel did to me. I wasn’t exactly quiet when he thrust his thick knife into me, and I am definitely not the same Snow anymore.
As I take my seat between them, silence settles over the room, and now we all look at Hunter expectantly.
Prince for once takes a seat, and it seems he has given the room to Hunter.
He sits opposite me, rubbing a thumb over his bottom lip as he keeps his shuttered gaze on me.
I meet his gaze quickly before peering away.
Angel catches the interaction, placing his arm on the back of the couch behind me as he hikes a brow at Prince.
Prince ignores him, yet he won’t stop rubbing his thick bottom lip.
Once again, I see us in his office as he presses me against his bookshelf, stealing a kiss from my lips.
“Well, speak, Hunter,” Prince finally says, having had enough of waiting.
Hunter’s gaze goes straight to Casper. The shy male blushes bright red as he sits between Knight and Moth.
“I speak on behalf of Casper when I say that you are all cordially invited to watch him sing live on stage this Saturday.”
All eyes fall on Casper.
He's covering his face, burning redder.
Knight smiles. “Really? You never let us come watch your shows…”
“Yeah, only Hunter gets that privilege,” Moth chimes in, and his gaze falls on me briefly before glancing away.
He still hates me.
Well, you can’t win them all.
Prince gazes at Casper. “Is that so? You really want us to watch your performance, Casper?”
Casper nods, removing his hand from his eyes, and he looks torn. “Yes. I think it’s time…”
Prince gives an approving nod. “I’m proud of you, Casper. It’s good that you have an outlet like singing and dancing…”
Because life in the mafia can get so taxing.
Performing on stage is an escape for Casper. He’s just as disturbed as the others, I’ve seen it.
The way he turned on that guy outside the club who called me a whore.
Thank God Prince arrived in time to stop him. Who knows what Casper would have done.
Casper gets up. “Just… don’t judge, okay?”
Knight looks scandalized. “Why would we do that?”
Casper meets his eyes. “In the end, you’re a doctor , Knight. Your skills come in handy, especially in this family…”
He doesn’t have to elaborate as we all know exactly what he’s talking about.
A lot of blood is shed where this family is concerned.
“I just sing and dance. Nothing special. Nothing useful…”
Hunter uncrosses his arms. “Hey, now. That’s not true. If it makes you happy, it’s useful, Casper.”
“He’s right, cuz. Nothing wrong with the arts. We need them just as much as we need science and medicine,” Moth says.
I look at Moth again, remembering how I found that sketch in his wing, the one that looked a little like me, which couldn’t be possible.
Up until that point, Moth and I had never met.
It was probably just a coincidence that the girl in his sketch had the same dark hair, dark eyes that I have.
Casper sighs, exiting the room. “Yeah, well… the show starts at seven. Now, I have to go and prepare.”
He scurries out the room. Poor thing. He has no reason to be shy.
His voice is beautiful and awakens your soul.
Prince heaves a sigh, getting to his own feet. “Well, then. I guess that’s that. I expect you all to be as kind as you can to Casper during this difficult time. You know how he is.”
No one in this room would dare laugh at Casper.
And if anyone outside this family saw fit to insult Casper’s passion, then I’d be happy to place my own knife at their throat.
Because I now have one of my own.
A gift from Angel.
Saturday night soon comes around, and Casper is having an existential crisis in his changing room backstage at the Ever After Theater.
He won’t open the door for anyone.
Not even Hunter.
The green-eyed male knocks on the door. “Casper, come on.”
“I… I’m sorry. I… can’t go out there…”
My heart drops when I hear how terrified he is.
“Come on, man. We’re all here for you. No one is going to laugh at you. Hell, I wish I could sing. You have no idea how much that is a turn-on for girls, Casper. Trust me.”
Hunter’s eyes fall on me specifically as we wait outside Casper’s door, and my cheeks flush bright red.
Well, he’s not wrong there.
I was definitely drawn to Casper’s heavenly pipes that day I heard him singing in the shower.
“Is… is she out there?” Casper asks.
He means me.
Hunter smiles, even though Casper can’t see him through the door. “Oh, she is.”
I step up to the door. “Come on, Casper. Let us inside. We just want to talk to you. Make you feel better.”
“Yeah, let me make you feel better, Casper…”
There’s no missing the innuendo in Hunter’s voice, and I look at him pointedly.
I haven’t fooled around with Hunter or Casper yet, but we got pretty close at the club as I danced between them.
The only thing stopping us was Prince.
Finally, the door snicks open, and there we spy Casper in full costume.
He's all dark feathers and capes, and it looks like it’s going to be an interesting performance for sure.
He's applied dark eyeliner to his eyes, and it brings out the vibrant violet of his irises.
Casper is every bit the delicious villain, and I lick my lips.
Hunter grins. “Hey, there, King of Darkness.”
Casper snarls. “Shut up and get inside!”
Hunter directs that shit-eating grin at me now as we both enter the room, taking a seat on the couch.
Casper paces back and forth before his mirror with its bright ring light, his cape dragging on the floor behind him.
“Fuck, Hunt. This was a mistake. Prince will be watching out there…”
Before Hunter can reply, I get to my feet. “And so what? Who cares if he sees? At most, he will be jealous.”
Prince maybe a monster, but there’s one thing I do know about him: he loves his brothers.
He would never belittle them.
“She’s right, Casper. Let him watch.”
Casper stops pacing, stopping to dab at his face with a tissue. He will ruin his makeup.
“Fuck. I’m so sorry, Snow. I know how much you were looking forward to hearing me sing again.”
And I was and still am.
One way or other, Casper will be singing tonight.
I step toward him as he leans against his vanity, and his face burns red when I gaze up into his kohl eyes.
Damn, he really does suit makeup. The joys of being a pretty guy.
He still manages to be so masculine, and all I want to do is reach up and stroke his contoured cheek.
His face shines with sweat, and when I grab some powder and a brush, he concedes, letting me fix his makeup.
The girl who applied my makeup at the store taught me a few tricks, so now I sweep the brush over Casper’s forehead and his top lip to take away the shine.
“Thank you, Snow,” he whispers.
“You’re welcome, Casper.”
This time, he doesn’t look away from my eyes as he gazes at me appreciatively. When his pupils fall on my lips, they swell, and I know then that I have to make my move.
Casper is just too shy.
Yet to my surprise, his hand shoots up as he grabs the back of my head, and I see the change.
He's getting into character, and my hair rises on end.
And then he leans in, pressing a kiss to my lips, and the makeup brush drops to the floor.
Hunter makes a bemused sound behind us, and Casper growls, snapping his gaze at him.
“Shut the fuck up and invite her to your lap.”
Hunter grins. “With pleasure.”
My heart pounds, and I am all for this.
I may not know too much about their nights out, but I have learned enough.
Hunter and Casper often share girls, and sometimes they will fuck them at the same time.
Casper pushes me toward Hunter, and now I fall onto his lap as Casper gets down on his knees before me, tugging my pants down.
I grip his head eagerly, pushing him toward my pussy, and now lights flash as his tongue disappears inside me.
Hunter’s hand slips beneath my shirt as he pulls my bra down and finds my pebbled breasts, and I arch my spine.
Hopefully, this will help with Casper’s pre-show nerves, taking the edge off.
It seem she’s what’s known as a method actor as he gets into character, taking my pussy like the villain he rightfully is.
“Flip her around, evil minion.”
Hunter scoffs. “Minion?”
Casper growls, and my pussy throbs when his violet eyes shine. “You evoke my wrath?”
Hunter blinks, then shrugs, flipping me around so that I face him now.
I kiss him quickly as he unties his pants, setting himself free.
Casper unties his pants too, and now he presses his swollen head at my back entrance, making me gasp.
I haven’t been entered there yet, but if it helps Casper get into character, so be it.
It’s a tight fit, and Casper has to use some lubricant, but soon he’s inside me, pushing me down on Hunter’s dick, and then the two thrust back and forth.
Lights dance at the edges of my vision as I’m so close.
Hunter chuckles. “How much have you had to drink, cuz?”
“Not a drop,” Casper mutters behind me, and Hunter opens his eyes, meeting mine.
Casper is sober.
Hunter grins. “So, your first fuck without being wasted. I’m proud, Casp—”
“You don’t have permission to speak, minion!”
My bite my lip to stop from laughing.
“Just… just go with it, Hunter,” I gasp.
And so, Casper and his evil minion, Hunter, fuck me over and over, and soon they bring me to a climax.
I clench on both of their cocks, and they come in me at the same time.
But Casper isn’t done there.
He yanks me off Hunter, bringing me over to the vanity, and now he knocks all his makeup aside as he fucks me against the mirror.
He growls, reaching down to take a bite from my neck, and I gasp, gripping fistfuls of his black feathers at his back.
Then he has me on the floor, using his cape to hide us both as he brings me to another orgasm, and now it’s just me and my villain.
His hips jerk, and then he stills, peaking inside me as he finds his release.
When he’s done, he flops on top of me as we’re still buried beneath his cloak.
It's crushed velvet and inky black, and yeah, he can bring that home with us.
Home.
Could I possibly find a home with these guys?
They’re still technically my captors.
But lately, I think they can be something more.
One day, we can all take Regina on. I know it.
And I can’t wait.
I just hope Prince is willing to help me beat a common enemy.
“Thank you, Snow. Now I definitely feel ready to go on stage.”
I brush my hand over his cheek, reaching up to kiss his lips. “I’m glad.”
Casper rubs his nose with mine, and that’s how we stay for some time
Soon, he has to collect himself and get up on stage.
And we’ll be there clapping for him every step of the way.
Casper was amazing, and he received nothing short of a standing ovation.
Everyone was up on their feet, and even Prince couldn’t stop clapping for his cousin as Casper bows for the audience on stage.
People throw roses at him, and I can’t help but feel a swell of pride.
It's only when I cast my eyes to the nosebleed section on our left, spying a familiar face, when my good mood vanishes.
Ferdinand.
What is he doing here?