I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Lysander’s pov

Gideon scrambled across the dark hardwood like a wounded animal, snot, blood, and tears smearing against the floor as he clawed desperately for his discarded clothes.

His hands trembled so violently he couldn’t even manage the buttons of his trousers. He simply gathered the ruined, crumpled heap against his bare chest, weeping in hitched, ragged gasps as he stumbled toward the elevator.

Drake didn’t offer him a jacket. He simply stood towering in the center of the foyer, watching my stepbrother hit the elevator button with a bloody thumb.

The reflective metal doors hissed open. Gideon threw himself inside, collapsing against the back wall, his knees pulled tightly to his chest as he tried to cover his shivering, naked body.

"If you ever set foot on my property, step onto my campus, or speak Lysander’s name again," Drake purred, "I will not stop at breaking your pride. I will strip the meat from your bones. Do you understand me?"

Gideon nodded frantically, sobbing so hard he couldn’t form words, burying his face in his arms as the elevator doors slid shut between them.

Silence descended over the penthouse.

The suffocating weight of Drake’s command finally lifted from my mind, leaving my thoughts free once more. But my body didn’t relax. I sat frozen on the edge of the chair, my knuckles white where I gripped the arms, my chest heaving as I took in deep breaths.

Between my thighs, the dark, burning heat hadn’t faded. It throbbed violently, my cock still stiff and straining against the thin fabric of my briefs, my skin flushed hot with horror and intoxicating arousal.

Gideon was gone. The monster who had terrorized my life, violated my space, and tracked my every move had been reduced to weeping, broken dust on the floor right in front of me.

Drake had made him nothing in front of me, giving me back the power.

Drake turned slowly back toward the living room. The crimson glow in his eyes receded, drowning back into dark, fathomless obsidian. He walked toward my chair, stopping right between my knees.

He looked down at my flushed face, taking in my trembling hands, my ragged breathing, and the clear, desperate friction straining against the hem of his oversized white shirt.

"Do you understand now, Lysander?" He asked softly.

I swallowed hard, my raw throat aching, tears still tracking hot down my cheeks. The sight of him standing over the ruin of my past, the master who had crushed my nightmare without breaking a sweat made my pulse race with an irresistible, terrifying pull.

I didn’t just understand; I wanted to yield entirely to the power that held me safe.

"Did you like what you saw?"

I nodded immediately, I felt a bit jealous but knowing it was the one thing that could break Gideon, it made me extremely understanding to the situation.

"Yes, master," I rasped out. I reached up with shaking hands, my fingers clutching desperately at the lapels of his clothes, pulling him closer. "Please... take me to bed. Please, master... I need you."

A dark look crossed his face and he leaned down, sliding his long arms beneath my thighs and back, lifting me effortlessly from the chair. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent.

He carried me down the dark hallway into the bedroom, setting me down onto the dark sheets with a deliberate, unexpected care that made my heart stutter.

The last time I was here in his bed, he had devoured me but now, there was no harshness in his touch now.

He settled over me on the mattress, his weight pinning me down, his large, cool hands framing my face to tilt my head back.

When his mouth met mine, I whimpered against his lips, my hands flying up to grip his broad shoulders, arching my hips up into his as I surrendered every last thread of control I possessed.

He undressed me slowly, his long fingers tracing the trembling line of my ribs, my stomach, and my aching core.

He dipped a finger into my leaking hole and I moaned shamelessly, it was filled with fluid.

"So you did like what you saw," he groaned as he stroked me gently, his long fingers touched that spot that made stars dance around my vision.

"Drake please, I want more." I writhed shamelessly in his arms.

He moved over me again, his hard cock grazing my thighs. I spread my legs wider to encourage him. I wanted his cock in me like I needed to breathe.

My body was hot and the only thing that could douse me was his cock filling me up repeatedly till I lose my mind.

He stroked me for the last time and guided his cock with a deep stroke that made me cry out against his neck. My fingers dug into his back as he slid in with a wet sound.

My hole was well lubricated and it made a lewd sound that seemed to fuel him more. He groaned as he pulled out and entered slowly again, going deeper till he was hitting a more intense spot.

"D-Drake," I closed my eyes in bliss, murmuring all kinds of things as he fucked me slowly, his cock rubbing every inch of my sensitive hole.

"Master," he corrected firmly, stopping his hips.

I whimpered like a brat, "No, please don’t stop."

"Then call me master," he commanded.

"Master. Please master, fuck me. I am your slave, I need you.l

He obeyed wordlessly, sliding in and out till my body started shaking with impatience.

Midway through, his lips brushed softly over my neck till I felt a prick.

His fangs grazed the pulse point gently, a sweet, intoxicating warmth spreading through my veins as he drank just a single drop, anchoring me completely to his rhythm.

I sobbed softly into the quiet room, my body shivering with intense, overwhelming pleasure as I kept leaking semen all over the bed. I kept cuming as his venom filled my bloodstream with pleasure.

The release built up slowly till it shattered me so hard my vision blurred, my body clinging to his as the world outside the penthouse ceased to exist.

I lay tucked tightly against his side, my head resting on his broad chest, his arm draped heavily over my waist, holding me flush against his cool skin.

My body was spent, and I was still shivering from the venom flowing inside me.

Drake reached up, his long fingers softly running through my damp hair, smoothing it away from my forehead.

"Gideon will never bother you again," he vowed. "Nor will Darius. You are under my roof, under my mark, and under my protection."

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