Page 30 of Traithorn

“You should be scared, my traitor,” he whispers, and his finger reaches up to trail my cheek with a predatory smile curving his lips. I notice the intricate tattoos that span his hand and extend to his fingers—sharp and flowing lines like thorns, creating a black, abstract design that feels almost gothic. He probably got it from his time in prison. Strangely, it stirs a feminine appreciation within me. “We will corrupt you and claim your soul for an eternity this time. Never again will you be freed from us: we will embed ourselves in your blood as you have ours.”

“You’re batshit crazy,” I exclaim, a breath wooshing out of me right as I feel a presence at my back.

It’s her—so close to me once again that I can feel the warmth of her body seeping into mine. Her hand rises, fingers reaching toward my face like Vernon’s. Hand coming closer to my throat, goosebumps spread over my spine as her breath is hot against my ear.

“You made us like this.”

Then her hand clamps around my throat. It’s a vice around my neck, cutting off my air as the oxygen is completely knocked out of me, restricting me from uttering a syllable. My vision swims as I stare at Vernon, his gaze intensely on mine with an insatiable hunger that will never be quelled.

My world crashes around me, desperately trying to breathe properly with both of their presences haunting me. The air is charged, electric, suffocating me as Celine’s unrelenting grip continues, and Vernon’s fingers trail my cheek, slow, deliberate, studying me, as if waiting for something.

What is he waiting for?

“Now, this is how it’s going to go,” he murmurs, eyes staring deep into mine. “I’m sure my dear sister already told you thatyou’re going to run from us,” he smirks. “But not here.”

“Where?” I rasp, when all I really want to do is escape.

Leave this shitty town and everything behind. Heck, even leave Casper behind. I don’t need his toxic abusiveness.

All I need is to start over.

I make a silent promise to myself—when this is over, when I get out of here, Iwillleave. And I will never fucking return.

“Outside,” Celine whispers.

That’s the moment Vernon grabs something from the inner pocket of his suit, and I can’t see what it is because of the darkness. Soon, I can’t see at all as something is tied over my eyes.

A kiss on my neck causes my legs to squeeze together, and the feminine chuckle has my chest heaving with the need I want to ignore. Silk wraps around me once more, tying together my wrists behind my arms, leaving only my legs free.

A ghost of a touch lingers on my thighs, rough and masculine, pushing my legs apart. A sharp breath escapes me, the sensation unexpected. The kisses land on my thighs, pushing them more apart until I’m fighting to hold my balance. Celine’s touch on my back is the only thing keeping me standing.

I feel Vernon’s fingers trailing closer to my folds, causing heat to thrum low in my stomach. Celine’s touch on my back can only be seen as either grounding or trapping me.

Like a spider weaving me into her web, preparing to keep me forever.

Warm lips press to my inner thigh, the scrape of teeth making my muscles twitch as they touch my clit. Grazing, leaving a shudder running rampant through me. His grip is firm, forcing me to stay open for him. Celine’s hand releases my throat, sliding lower, her touch like a feather as it reaches my waist, keeping me trapped for her brother.

“You deny us, yet your body is begging for us. How is thatworking for you?”

I’m about to snap back with something sharp when molten heat presses against my clit, stealing the words from my tongue. A whimper claws its way up my throat, but I bite it down, refusing to give them the satisfaction.

He’s right there with his lips, licking and sucking, all the while I can’t breathe even when Celine’s hand is gone. I’m fighting to stay afloat with the current taking over me.

He flicks his tongue over my clit. “So quiet,” he muses. “That won’t last very long.”

As he dives in, I’m falling over that cliff. My breath comes out in short, ragged spurts, as Celine holds me trapped while Vernon feasts on me. My body betrays me as I arch into the touch I know I should resist, and when my legs start trembling, I can’t hold it back anymore.

The whimper does escape me this time, which causes him to graze his teeth against my clit again in approval. Celine’s fingers tweak my nipples, and the need builds inside me.

Along with the desperate hatred I feel fueling my insides.

I shouldn’t want this, yet I do.

It’s a forbidden touch made from the deepest levels of hell, a poison masked as sweetness.

“Such a good traitor,” he muses. That nickname makes my stomach clench with unease, knowing how they both perceive me.

It shouldn’t matter, but it does.

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