TWENTY-ONE
Aliya
PRESENT
“I’m sure Servant wouldn’t mind, right?” Damian winks at me.
The thought that he’s been standing by the door the whole time, watching Milan pleasure me with his tongue, makes my stomach tighten in revulsion.
Milan’s grip on my thighs loosens so that I’m looking back at him.
His lips curl into a half-hearted smile. “You’re late. We’re done for the night.”
Those words make me stiffen as I stare at him in disbelief.
Did he know all the time that Damian was at the door and still kept going?
“Too bad,” Damian replies sarcastically. “Next time, I’ll make her come then.”
Milan shrugs his shoulders and crosses his arms in front of his trained chest. “Go ahead. Do whatever you have to.”
I claw my nails into the towel that still lingers between my legs, unable to turn to Damian. My eyes are glued to Milan, hoping he’ll have a different reaction. Just this one time.
That what happened between us has changed something. That McKinney was wrong when he said Milan would share me with his friends.
But deep down, I know what I’ve gotten myself into. I know what he’s capable of. And now I remember why I wanted to stay away from him.
He is like a shadow that lies over everything, dark and ominous. Someone whose mere presence makes your blood run cold. The truth behind the rumors that his name alone is enough to frighten the bravest and bring the toughest to their knees.
They say that the Legions are the incarnation of evil for a reason. Created out of damnation and corruption to turn the town into a dark hell. Destroyed souls, without conscience and mercy.
I slump further into myself.
All the heart racing, the excitement and the longing I’ve felt so far suddenly don’t feel good anymore. I feel used, dirty and ashamed that I spread my legs for him.
The disappointment is quickly replaced by uncontrolled rage. I lift my leg to push him off me with a kick, but reflexively he presses it down.
“If I were you, I wouldn’t do that.”
With a treacherous sneer, he steps closer to me as his hand slides back up my thigh. “Or do I have to teach you how to behave like a good girl all over again?”
His cocky comment only intensifies the urge to spit in his face, while Damian’s malicious laughter echoes from the doorway, fueling the fire of my rage even further. I feel it bubbling, ready to explode.
I grab the towel and slam it hard against Milan before I push him off me and jump off the desk, making sure the T-shirt covers everything necessary.
“Oh, oh, she’s angry,” Damian comments.
The indifference in Milan’s eyes infuriates me more but I know he’s going to feast on my misery and despair.
I grab my phone, my bag and pause briefly as my eyes fall on the book I’d dropped.
The Brothers Karamazov .
Lio’s favorite book.
Unconcerned about whether it’s theft or a criminal offense, I pick it up and stuff it also into my bag. Milan doesn’t seem to care anyway, because he looks at me unfazed.
With a plan to leave this goddamn room and house and never return, I make my way to the door, where Damian is still leaning.
“That’s a great book. I highly recommend it,” he says, nodding toward the book in my bag.
His mere presence will probably never get me excited. But the fact that he knows something about me that no one else knows – except Lio, no, Kilian – causes a much darker feeling in me than the usual unease.
“Get out of my way.”
His grin looks cheeky and his eyes sparkle with amusement. But I know the underlying malice and cunning hidden within him.
“What’s the matter, Servant? Are you still upset because I pushed you into the water?”
I tighten my jaw. In the end, this was all his fault. He put me in this awkward position and only because of him was I exposed again.
“Fuck you,” I snarl furiously.
“You’ll get over it. Besides, you should thank me, don’t you think so?”
“Thank you for embarrassing me?”
“God, you’re so adorable when you’re angry. It almost turns me on.”
“You can kiss my ass.”
“I’d love to.” His obscenity doesn’t even surprise me anymore.
“Get out-” I fall silent as I suddenly lose the ground beneath my feet and instead hang upside down over Milan’s shoulder.
I gasp as his hand pulls at the T-shirt covering my ass.
“Let’s clean you up.”
He lifts my bag with his free hand and passes Damian, who watches us go.
Like an annoying burden, he carries me in an unknown direction.
“Let me down right now!” My fists pound against his back, but he remains calm, exuding a mixture of superiority and indifference.
“You sick-” I gasp as his hand suddenly smacks my butt cheek, cutting off my words.
He’s spanked me.
I can already feel the dark stain he’s just left.
“Shut up.”
There is no trace of the amusement in his voice. On the contrary, his tone is dripping with coldness and makes me shiver instantly.
I don’t let it bother me and try to free myself from his grip, but his arms are wrapped around my legs as if they were made of steel.
Instead, I dig my nails into his bare back, hoping to hurt him.
“You know this turns me on, right?”
I pause in my movement before removing my hands from his back. My heart hammers up to my throat. I’m glad he can’t see my face because I’m sure I’m burning up.
“Disgusting asshole.”
His upper body vibrates as he answers me. “Such horrible words and you still came all over my face.”
I huff. “That won’t happen again.”
His nonchalance when Damian spoke crudely about me keeps running through my mind. I don’t even understand why it hurt me so much. Maybe it’s because just minutes before, he was jealous that I was wearing Shin’s T-shirt, yet in front of Damian, he acted like he wouldn’t care if I slept with him.
“I’m going to make you come many more times, Little Curse,” he replies with conviction. “But this time, my tongue won’t be the only thing filling your tight, wet cunt.”
His filthy words are like the trigger for the unbillable heat that spreads through me again. I fall silent and stare at the tattoo on his neck instead.
LOST.
My fingers tingle, but I force myself not to touch it. I know he has another tattoo on his left middle finger and others on his chest. The lotus flower on his finger caught my eye when he had his hand on my thigh.
Despite my burning curiosity to find out the stories behind all the artwork on his body, I hold back.
But there is something else that also catches my attention.
A thick scar traces the lower half of his back and makes its way further down.
I swallow and can’t take my eyes off it.
A moment later, he enters a room and slams the door behind him, dropping me roughly onto a bed. I sit up and look around the room, which appears to be his bedroom.
It’s characterized by a monotonous elegance, with heavy, dark furniture that dominates the room and envelops it in a gloomy atmosphere.
This is exactly how I imagined his room.
I don’t even notice how he disappears through a door and returns with clothes in his arms. He throws them on the bed next to me. “Put it on.”
“I don’t need it.”
And yet, I know I do.
There’s no way I can go home in just Shin’s T-shirt – which I definitely can’t give back to him after what I did with Milan in it.
“I just tongue-fucked you in that T-shirt. Do you really want to walk out like that?”
I press my lips into a thin line as he throws the question at me. The way he can say it so nonchalantly, without the slightest hint of embarrassment or hesitation, only serves to fuel my irritation.
“Put it on, Aliya . Otherwise, I won’t let you go.”
I don’t want to give in, but I know I have no other choice. So I grab the clothes and slip through the door, disappearing into what I assume is his bathroom.
But one thing doesn’t escape me.
Either my eyes are playing tricks on me, or my mind is deceiving me.
Because every time he says my name, there’s something soft in his usually dark eyes. A tenderness I rarely see. It’s as if there’s something good behind his cold, dark facade.
And despite his sinister deeds and reputation, I realize there might be a glimmer of light even in the darkest of souls.