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Revulsion washes over me. He’s jerking off to her without her knowing, pressed up against her door so she can probably hear his perverted breathing, his grunts of pleasure.
He finishes, slumping against her door, panting.
Sick fuck.
I watch him leave before rising from my chair, navigating the mansion’s secret passages. I know every hidden corridor, every concealed doorway. This place is as much mine as it is his, maybe more so. But I hate the way I stride down the darkened path, following the same trackshemade.
What makes you so different?
That fucking voice. Challenging me again and again, never letting me rest.
You could free the girl he’s got captive, but you’re too afraid.
I’m not afraid; it’s just not my business.
I ignore the muffled cry of the girl he’d taken, the one he wanted me to fuck in the mouth. I love that I embarrassed him in front of her and refused to do it. I’m sure I’ll pay for that, but knowing my father, he’ll use Mary against me instead.
As I move silently through the darkness, my mind whirls with plans. I need to confront my father to clarify that Mary is off limits. But I know him. He won’t back down easily. If he knows I want her, he will destroy her. I inherited that shitty little trait from him, so I understand it well. This confrontation has been brewing for years, and I’m ready for it to come to a head.
I find him in his study, nursing a glass of whiskey. He looks up as I enter, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
“Ah, Colton. Come to join your old man for a drink?”
I ignore the offered glass, fixing him with a cold stare. The scent of expensive whiskey mingles with my father’s cologne, making my stomach churn. “We need to talk about Mary.”
His eyebrows raise slightly. “Oh? And what about our lovely new maid interests you so much?”
“She’s off limits,” I say, my voice low and dangerous. My pulse quickens, and I can taste the metallic tang of fear in my mouth. “To you. To anyone. She’s mine.”
Father laughs, the sound grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. “Yours? Boy, nothing in this house is yours. Everything here belongs to me, including that little blonde bitch.”
I step closer, my hands itching to wrap around his throat. Sweat breaks out on my palms, and I can feel my heart hammering against my ribcage. “Not her. Never her. If you so much as look at her wrong, I’ll?—”
“You’ll what?” Father interrupts, his amusement fading to be replaced by cold anger. The temperature in the room seems to drop, and goosebumps rise on my skin. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to, Colton. I made you. I can unmake you just as easily.”
We stare at each other, the air between us thick with tension. I can hear my own ragged breathing, too loud in the sudden silence. I know I’m treading on dangerous ground, but I can’t back down. Not about this. Not about her.
“Stay away from her,” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper, betraying the tremor I’m desperately trying to hide. “Or you’ll regret it.”
I turn and leave before he can respond, my heart pounding so hard, I fear it might burst from my chest. The room spins slightly as I walk away, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I’ve done it now. There’s no going back from this confrontation.
As I make my way back to the surveillance room, my resolve hardens. Maryismine, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe from my father’s clutches, even if it means tearing this whole damn house apart.
Back in front of the screens, I watch her sleep, her face finally peaceful in slumber. I lean forward, tracing the outline of her face on the monitor.
“Soon,” I murmur. “Soon, you’ll understand. You belong here with me. And I’ll never let you go.”
The night moves on, but I remain vigilant, guarding her even from afar. Tomorrow will bring new challenges and new dangers. But I’m ready. For Mary, I’ll face anything—even my own father.
As dawn arrives, I brace myself for what’s to come.
Mary is mine.
Still, a nagging voice bugs me, reminding me that our behavior is similar even if I don’t want to be like him.
Is she yours? What about what she wants?
