15. Octavia
15
Octavia
B astian’s warm breath hits me in the face, and my eyes crack open, watching him sleep. A smile tugs at my lips, a joyful peace settling in my bones. I reach my fingers to his forehead, brushing his hair out of his eyes. His nose twitches like a bunny, making me giggle, but it’s followed by a god-awful noise that has my face screwing up. Bas sleeps like the dead and snores like a damn warthog. I’ve forgotten that since I’ve been away.
“Bas,” I whisper, shaking him, pushing his side to roll him over. He snorts once more, hiccupping a weird noise before he moves, hugging the covers to his chest.
I roll my eyes, stretching out in bed, groaning at all my aches and pains, the worst being my ass. It stings like a motherfucker, especially on my left check where Dorian spanked me last. He must have hit me harder than I thought and the pleasure I was feeling at the time dulled it, because it’s stinging like a bitch now.
We’re in their bed; I can tell from the scent of the sheets—it’s not in the sex room they had me in last night. Shit, I actually fucked my brothers last night… at the same time…for hours after seeing that they tortured our father for me.
I squeal like a schoolgirl, kicking my legs in the sheets, rolling to the other side to search for Dorian, but I find it empty. Jolting up, I scan the room, but he’s nowhere in sight. Jumping out of bed, not worrying if I wake Bas, I search but come up empty. A sense of worry pools in my stomach, my hands becoming sweaty, heart beating out of rhythm. I gnaw my lip, hugging my waist, trying to calm the feeling.
There’s never been a time where I’ve fallen asleep in their bed and they both haven’t been there when I’ve woken. It’s strange I’ve never noticed that before, but his absence has sent a tremble of foreboding down my spine.
After using the bathroom and cleaning up somewhat, I leave a snoring Bastian in bed and go in search of Rian, wearing only an oversized white t-shirt. It smells like Bas, and I hum a little at the reminder.
The staff nod their heads at me as I pass some of them by, some of them giving me a double look, while others give a knowing gaze. I flush at the ones who purse their lips or raise an eyebrow, but none of them say anything to me—they wouldn’t dare.
I don’t find Dorian in the lounge, the dining room, or the kitchen. I shocked the cooks as I came barrelling in, but they quickly turned it into a warm welcome and insisted I not leave without a bowl full of strawberries. They wanted to make me some pancakes as well to go with them, but something inside me is pulling me towards finding Rian. The longer it takes to find him, the worse it gets.
“You sure he left a message to say he was arriving tomorrow?”
I hear his voice echoing in the halls and rush towards it.
“Yes. He asked for his usual room to be made up, but…”
I turn the corner and skid behind it again, poking my head out. Dorian is speaking to Ghost, Father’s head of security… Well, I guess he works for Dorian and Bastian now… Maybe… I don’t know what is going on, honestly. All I know is that man still scares the living crap out of me.
Ghost is a nickname given to him by the bloodline. I doubt anyone knows his real one. He got it because he acts like an actual ghost; you don't know he’s there unless he wants you to. The hunter of secrets, the invisible killer, the monster in the shadows—if you are his target, there is no hope for you.
There have been plenty of times he was the one who caught me when I was sneaking around as a child, appearing out of nowhere to drag me to my punishment. He forced me to witness the mutilated bodies he had worked on, locked me in a room while he carved up a fresh one, still alive… still screaming. Sometimes, it would be hours, while others, a few minutes, but each time came with a warning.
“This is what happens to people who do not do what they’re told, little mouse. This is what will become of you if you continue to not fucking listen. Do you want to die? Do you want to be the next one they send me after?”
Each time, it was the same threat, but he never once told my father he caught me snooping. My brothers would be the only one he told, every time without fail. Dorian would tell me off until I cried, and then Bastian would take me to the cooks for ice-cream.
“Spit it out, Ghost. I would like to get back to bed. I have more pressing things to do,” Dorian snaps, checking the time on his pocket watch.
Ghost’s face screws up in disgust, but his expression drops before Dorian can catch it. He rubs a tattooed hand across the back of his neck, a flash of fear in his gaze. “He’s asked for another room to be set up for a guest.”
Dorian snaps the watch closed, his head shooting up as he frowns hard. “A guest? Are you sure?”
“Very,” he says, nodding once. “I believe it could be what we… you feared.”
What he feared? What did Dorian fear?
“Very well,” Dorian muses, tilting his head side to side, his calculating eyes flickering back and forth, working on an idea. I see it the moment it happens: the tiny worry on his face disappears, and a cunning, cruel smirk tugs at his lips instead. “Set up the room, but make sure the guest is in the west wing.”
Ghost matches his smirk, raising an eyebrow, which Rian matches. He chuckles hauntingly in that weird way of his, sending me back to my childhood. Ghost’s laugh always scared me. He’s a hauntingly beautiful man, but in a run for your life type of way.
“I believe I know the perfect room to set the guest up in. Congratulations, by the way. I forgot to say it earlier,” he says, slapping Dorian on the shoulder and walking away. “Welcome home, little mouse. It’s good to have you back.”
He flicks me a look over his shoulder, and I scowl back at him. I hate that nickname; he always called me a mouse finding herself in places she shouldn’t be. Of course, the ghost knew I was here watching, and from the unsurprised look on Dorian’s face, so did he.
He crosses his arms over his chest, frowning hard at me as I step out from behind the corner.
“Morning, big brother,” I say, smiling innocently. “Strawberry?” I hold out the bowl, making my smile bigger, batting my eyelashes.
“I distinctly remember telling you that you’re not allowed to walk through this manor without Bastian or I at your side.” He strolls towards me, his frown deepening with each step. Placing a finger under my chin, he lifts my head, leaning down. “That is twice now you have broken our rule. Are you having problems with your memory, little sister?”
My fingers search the bowl in my hands for a strawberry without breaking his imploring gaze, bringing one to my lips and taking a bite. The sweetness makes my taste buds sing, juice dripping down the corner of my mouth onto my chin. Dorian tries to resist watching, but his eyes keep flickering as he gulps hard, his grip on my chin tightening.
“My memory works just fine, big brother,” I husk. “I just don’t enjoy following the rules. I will never follow rules again. Shattering every rule got me you.”
“I will punish you every time you break a rule, Octavia,” he mutters, pushing me against the wall. His free hand grips my thigh, pressing himself tight against me.
“Good. I like your punishments.” I drag the half bitten strawberry across his lips, painting them pink. He opens his mouth and takes the whole thing, biting my fingers, his tongue lapping up the juices. “How would you like to punish me?”
His eyes go hooded, his nostrils flaring as he lifts me from my feet, wrapping my legs around him. The bowl of strawberries shatters to the floor, and he unzips himself faster than I can blink, lining himself up.
“Already wet and ready for me, angel?”
He runs the head of his cock through my slit, and I moan, my head hitting the wall. “Always.”
There’s never a time I’m not ready for him. I will never tire of him, will never be bored or unhappy. He has always been my protector, and I will always be his safe haven. No one can understand what we have gone through, the life we have lived, our future.
“I love you, Dorian. I have loved you my entire life in different ways, but there has never been one second where I didn’t. I have always been yours,” I whisper, unable to hold back my feelings, saying them out loud for anyone to hear.
Dorian freezes, his eyes wide, mouth opening and closing before his jaw clenches. Tears fill my eyes, but I understand it, understand him , more than anyone could.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, leaning my forehead against his. “You don’t need to say it. You’ve shown me how you feel for years. I don’t need the words. I just need you, Dorian. Only you.”
Out of the three of us, Dorian had the hardest time, raised to be Father's successor. He’s the one who has always struggled with feelings and showing any type of emotion. I meant what I said: I don’t need to hear him say it to know he loves me.
“Angel,” he whispers, but he’s cut off with the clattering of dishes and a squeal of surprise.
“Oh… oh my… I didn’t mean…” A maid flutters on the floor, frozen to the spot, staring at us.
We stare at her, as frozen as she is. My heart beats wildly, but I cannot deny the wetness pooling on the tip of Dorian’s cock, the excitement of being caught sending me wild.
“Fuck me, big brother,” I order, pushing down on him.
He whirls his head, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. “Well, if my little sister wants to be fucked, who am I to deny her?”
He forces his way inside, filling me up, making my body ache and burn with the soreness of last night. I chase the pain and pleasure, rolling my hips, wrapping my hands around his neck.
“I’m so sorry, sir. I will leave you to it. I didn’t mean-”
We ignore the maid, lost in each other. Every roll of my hips, my clit hits his stomach, and he grabs my hips, tilting just right so the head of his cock hits that sweet spot inside me. I cry out at the angle, working faster to chase the blaze of bliss he fills me with.
“I love you, Dorian,” I cry as he sinks inside me. “I love you so much, and I will tell you that every day until you realise you are worthy of it. I will tell you until my throat bleeds, until you realise you deserve it.”
His hips stutter, and he takes in a deep breath, fury on his face. From my words or because I know his secret, I’m not sure. He doesn’t believe he is worthy of love. I’ve seen it all my life; he does everything for me and Bastian. He constantly makes sure we are both okay, but he always holds himself back, watching us have fun but never joining in.
His hands wrap around my throat, cutting off my oxygen, his nostrils flaring as he squeezes. His hips pounds faster, fucking me against the wall as I hold on tight. I mouth the words I love you again, not stopping even as he chokes me. He releases my throat, crashing his lips to mine, and I suck in a lungful of air, breathing him in.
“Octavia,” he moans, fucking me harder and faster. “I’m supposed to be the one poisoning you, twisting your heart until it only beats for us, not the other way around. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I move my body against his, taking him as deep as I can, pleasure swirling in my stomach with every brush of my clit against him. His cock pulses inside me, and I tighten around him on each one, making him grunt. Reaching for his tie, I move it off his collar onto his neck, and pull the end until the knot tightens, cutting off his oxygen, choking him .
His eyes blaze, and his movements become feral. His fingers cut into the top of my thighs so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if he drew blood. My head slams against the wall, and I can no longer move but enjoy the ride, holding onto his tie for dear life as his face turns red.
“You did poison me, Dorian. You infected me with your darkness, but you forgot that you’re not immune yourself.”
I tug his tie harder, pushing my back against the wall, jolting forward to make him fall. We tumble to the ground, but he keeps his hands on my thighs, not attempting to break his fall, and lands with a loud bang. His cock—impressively—stays inside me, throbbing harder than ever. He tries to lift himself up and take control, but I push on his chest, forcing him to stay down, tugging the tie with the other.
“My turn now, big brother.” I roll my hips with each word, enjoying his muted grunts of pleasure. “While you were busy trying to pull me to the dark side, you didn’t realise I was shining the light on you. You love me, Dorian Stone. I know you love me; I don’t need the words from you. You think you tricked me into loving you, but I’m the one who let it happen.”
I lean forward, continuing to slowly grind on him, high on the pleasure, placing my lips on his. “Come for me, big brother, the one you are totally and completely in love with.”
He lets out a silent moan, bruising my thighs in his grip, his hips stuttering underneath me. My orgasm explodes at the same time, and I cry my relief into his mouth. He lets go of my leg, searching for something, and produces a gleaming knife, cutting the tie strangling him. He gasps for breath, gulping in lungfuls of air before fisting my hair and bringing me in for a scorching kiss.
“You can be such a brat, Octavia,” he grunts breathlessly. “Almost bloody killed me then.”
I giggle against his lips, pulling back, unable to hold my smile in. “Lucky you love me then, isn’t it?”
He scowls, slapping my ass, sending a searing pain across it that has me screaming.
“What the hell?”
That slap shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did—it wasn’t that hard. I twist my head around, but I can’t see anything at this angle. I turn back to Dorian, his scowl gone, replaced by a smirk.
“What have you done?”
I know that smirk, and I especially know that excited glee on his face. It’s the one he always gives when he gets one up on something with Bastian. I don’t like this.
“Come on, angel, it’s time to wake our brother up. I believe he was saying last night how he wanted to eat that sweet pussy of yours after I filled you up.”
He moves us quickly, standing up and chucking me over his shoulder. I squeal at the motion, slapping his ass, kicking my legs. “What have you done, Rian?”
Teeth sink into my ass cheek, the one causing me pain, and I scream, trying to wriggle away, but he holds me tight. He chuckles against my skin, dragging his tongue across where he just took a bite, soothing it. What the fuck has he done?