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CHAPTER FOURTEEN

LUCIAN CASTIEL

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My feet grated the wooden tiles beneath, I followed the sound of the piano. A heart heart-wrenching note that flowed unhurriedly.

If I listened hard enough, I would hear mama's soft whimpers. She always cried each time the illness struck.

Father would always warn me never to show myself each time mama get "Possessed". That was the word he used to describe her never-ending fits.

Perhaps it was the darkness surrounding the house, or maybe it was the utter grief in the note she produced that told me this night would be different.

I couldn't keep away from the magnetic pull of the sound, the impulse to find her was intense.

Despite the darkness, I knew my way around.

There was a tiny streak of light coming from the piano room, the tragic soft whisper of the piano ceased. I stopped just in front of the wooden door.

I didn't hear mama's cry. There was nothing. I felt just the cold twinge of fear as I nudged the door further apart.

The light in the room was faint, but I saw it.

Mama's notes were scattered all over the wooden floor.

Her favorite chair was empty. My frantic gaze searched for her, and when I did...

My feet went paralyzed, cold sweats beaded on my forehead.

Mama was there.

The noose around her neck was attached to the ceiling fan.

Her vacant eyes found my panic-stricken face, her mouth was half lifted in the emptiest smile I had ever seen.

"Luci, I can't do it anymore! "

I knew it wasn't her speaking, whatever that possessed her has taken full control of her, she was a woman I was familiar with, yet she was not.

"You cannot be saved! You are exactly like me! Do you want to know the end of people like us! " She screamed.

There was a loud crashing sound.

She kicked off the chair which had been her only support.

"This!!" She choked, her face was twisted in ugly lines.

I realized she was choking, she didn't fight it, she surrendered herself easily to the stronger force.

"I will wait for you " Was her last whisper, or maybe it wasn't her who said it, perhaps it was the voice in my head.

I watched the life slowly drain out of her grey eyes.

She was gone.

But this time I got the answer to the question that had always weighed in my heart, the reason she hated me, it was because I was exactly like her.

I was possessed.

My eyes snapped open, I jolted to a sitting position, I was surprised to see it was already morning, I remembered I hadn't taken those medications last night, I had fallen asleep after...

My eyes drifted immediately to the space beside me.

She was naked and fast asleep, a knot still tightened in my chest as I observed her perfect features, long lashes framed her eyes, those frantic eyes that had begged me last night, my eyes past her full rosy lips, down to the delicate column of her neck, the sight of her perky breasts and small dusty pink nipples sent excited blood boiling down my groin.

I hadn't meant to claim her yesterday, had meant to serve her some punishment for refusing my gift, I never expected that my Brie had stabbed me.

A half chuckle escaped my mouth as I stared at the now bandaged spot, I had left to apply treatment right after she fell asleep, it didn't hurt, all I feel was slight irritation around the spot.

Stabbing the side of my neck or my left chest might have raised her chances, I didn't think she meant to try to kill me at all, she was too soft-hearted and had received no mercy from me in return.

I took her in the way my aching cock had been desiring to do for a long time. The pleasure her tight untouched body provided was out of this world, a far cry from the many times I've fucked her in my head.

She hadn't desired to, I would have preferred if she was willing, but did I regret it.

Hell no.

Either way, she belonged to me, even legally, she was still mine, It was better she started to get used to it. To me.

I meant to stay in her presence for a short while before returning to my room, I didn't expect that to fall asleep beside her, in the same bed.

I was both delighted and alarmed, it was too dangerous, I might have easily harmed her without repair.

She shifted slightly in her sleep and a small whimper escaped her mouth, her face was contorted with pain.

Her pussy was sore, which I knew for sure.

A sick twisted part of me fucking loved it, even right now, my cock was rigid and swollen with the frenzied desire to bury myself inside her sweet depth. She was also looking so pale and frail, striking me with the need to take care of her. There was a battle raging in my head. In the end, the need to look after her won over.

I reached for the telephone on the stand, a moment later, I heard the slight knock on the door.

I found my trousers and quickly shrugged them on before walking to the door barefoot and clicked it open.

The bowl of warm water and towel which I had ordered for, it was the same female worker from last night. Anya. There was a curious glint in her eyes as she peeked up at me, the moment she met my unfriendly stare, she paled visibly. She quickly handed the items to me, her eyes lowered.

"Is there anything else you want? "

"You can leave."

I returned to Brie, laying the items on the stand as I yanked the sheets that covered her lower half, leaving her completely bare.

My greedy eyes feasted on her smooth skin, the softness of it I already knew. The sight of her neatly trimmed golden curl oozed precum from my throbbing cock.

A low sound rumbled from my throat as I parted her thighs, revealing her pink pussy which was coated with sticky fluids that traveled down her thighs.

My semen.

Fuck!

This was going to be harder than I thought.

I wanted to go down on her, my mouth watered.

Self-discipline and control were something I had been trained to have from a young age, but all of it seemed to fall apart when it came to her.

I dipped the cloth in the water, squeezing them and placing it on her lower stomach and pussy, hoping it would help reduce the soreness from the wild way I had pounced on her.

I repeated the action several times, I heard her slight whisper. I shifted my direction to her face, she was still fast asleep, but I was sure as hell that she had spoken something.

The whisper left her mouth again, she began to toss and turn.

She was having a nightmare. She spoke louder this time and I could make out the words.

A single word that had me turning rigid in my movements.

"Derek! "

A cloud of something dangerous was beginning to stir up in my heart, the tightness of it threatened to spill over.

"Please don't hurt him! " Her eyes were shut tightly close, she was starting to sob.

"No don't! " She jerked awake, kicking off the bowl and cloth in the process, spilling warm water on some part of the bed as well as the floor.

Her eyes were frantic as they found mine. I straightened to my feet and she jumped backward, a frightened sound like that of an injured animal escaped her throat.

I took another step towards her.

She shut her eyes closed momentarily when she opened them, she was staring at me as though the monster in her dream was now a reality...

And in front of her.

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