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Vernon’s fingers circle my clit, pinching it between his fingers and causing me to cry out.

“I hate both of you,” I moan.

Yet my heart aches at the half-lie, and I despise myself for howmuch I actually love this, even when I would never admit it out loud. That deep longing filters through my chest, remembering the warmth I felt at being close to them, the years before they did the unthinkable—killing my parents.

“You don’t mean that, and even if you do, it’s okay. As long as you don’t leave us,” Celine says.

“And even if you do that, we will always find you. There’s nowhere to hide.”

“Try me,” I breathe.

“I’ll sacrifice you on an altar, baby. If only to make your soul immortal and belong to us. So no, there’s nowhere you can hide.”

Vernon’s words are punctuated by his hips slamming against mine, and I scream out. I don’t see the climax before it hits me—deep, like a punch to the stomach. My body arches into his muscular chest, my fingers still inside Celine.

“Come for us, darling,” Celine whispers, right at the moment she comes with me.

The moment I feel Vernon spilling inside me, I know I’m done for it. They’ve once again ruined and corrupted my soul.

Coming harder than I’ve ever done before, I fall apart from both of them until I’m too limp to do anything else but let them do what they want to me. I feel them lifting me, wrapping me in a warm winter jacket, and carrying me somewhere—back to the gothic castle and its haunting warmth.

There’s no escaping these two devils who have come and knocked down my world once more.

But I will damn sure try.

Because even if I don’t truly hate them, I need to leave. Or I’m going to lose myself in this madness.

Chapter 15

FRAGILE HEARTS

The Hunter

The fire from thestone hearth casts a warmth in the otherwise cold room, heating all of our frozen bodies. It’s well-needed.

Celine is downstairs, cooking something up for us all to eat. It was such a long time ago we had a normal, tasty meal. We were deprived of it all because of the little traitor currently lying before the stone hearth, once again wrapped in silk, but at least a winter jacket functions as a mattress for her.

But I wouldn’t really go back in time and change it. For years, she was the only light at the end of a tunnel. When our parents cast us aside, not giving us the attention two lonely children needed, Isolde was always there. Her presence was a balm against my burning soul. Her smile healed something within me I didn’t know needed to be healed. She saved me and Celine from our inner demons, and I will spend the rest of my life making sure she is saved. Protected. Loved. We may not deserve her, but I will do anything to make sure we areworthyof her again.

It’s been two hours since we got back from the forest, and I’m fucking bored waiting for Celine to be done, and for Isolde to wake up.

Sweat trickles down her temple, and I decide she’s warm enough. There’s no time in the world where we will be able to get back the time we lost with her, but I will sure as fuck fight for it for the rest of my life.

Thanks to ‘Casper’s’ letter, we’ll be able to stay in Vexglade with our new identities that hide who we truly are. Him helping us remove all charges as the police deputy has made it possible as well. We’re finally free.

Walking up to Isolde, I crouch down, tugging at the silk wrapped around her. I make it trail over her clit, causing her to shiver gently in her sleep. But she still doesn’t wake.

Deciding I’ve had enough of being bored, I spot the baseball bat leaning against the wall and go up to grab it. Gently spreading her legs with my feet, I gently ease the baseball into her. She stirs in her sleep, eyes flying open.

“F-fuck,” she exclaims.

She tries to move away, but the silk prevents her from moving. “You tied me up again?” she exclaims.

“I’m sorry. We can’t trust you.Yet,” I smirk.

I lean in, tugging on her nipples, watching the arousal escape her. She loves the pain as much as I love causing it.

The flames crackle, adding to the heightened warmth in her. Isolde’s cheeks are flushed red from the heat when I lean closer, removing her shirt.

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