15. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Cain

I 'm achingly hard and desperate to cum. Our darling girl is absolutely beautiful, the memory of her body completely spread out and flushed with pleasure has desire still pulsing through my veins.

It was perfect. She was perfect . And I don't think either of us will be able to hold out much longer.

My brother has already disappeared, her glove pressed close to his nose. No doubt going to fuck his own hand until we can fuck her pretty pussy ourselves. Him running off the second the call ends comes as no surprise; his impulsive nature often leads him to seek immediate gratification.

I should really be doing the same, but instead I continue to watch her as she gets beneath the covers and settles down to sleep. I know Abel will return to stare at her on the screen, driven by the same desire that consumes us both.

We have every little detail planned out, nothing will stand in our way from owning her. So far everything has gone like clockwork, but there is still so much more we have planned. She needs to accept the darkness inside of her, she needs to surrender to it before she can completely take her rightful place between us.

It is almost painful to watch as she holds herself back. We have witnessed her interact with the people here and she has a sixth sense for what lies just under the surface. It is clear why she has made such a great detective in the city.

But why is she still holding back here? She can feel it too, I know it. There is an extra energy to the island, warning everyone that comes that we are not what we seem. So why is she ignoring it? If Hydessa can't accept how dark and depraved she truly is, then she won't be able to accept that in us either.

Her taking our orders tonight was a good first step, but there is still a long way to go. We need to get her out of her head and smash whatever thoughts are in there that tell her to keep part of herself locked away.

As much as I hate being the voice of reason and control, that is my job in this dynamic. So I will keep watching, keep manipulating from the shadows.

Her orgasm has drained her of all remaining energy and I can hear her breathing level out. I adjust the camera to zoom in on her and those perfectly pouty lips I wish I could slip my cock between.

My finger hovers over the screen, tracing the contours of her face as if I could bridge the distance between us, as if I could feel the warmth of her skin through the cold glass.

We have been planning this for too long to jeopardize it now with impulsiveness. Even appearing to her tonight on the TV was perhaps too soon, but I could not have predicted how well she would surrender to us so quickly.

She must know that the facade she puts on for everyone else isn't real, that deep down her darkness is just as black as ours, that it wants to give in to ours. But it's not just about physical submission; it's about embracing her desires, her fears, and the complexities of her own psyche.

Only then can she truly belong with us.

I move to another screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard with practiced efficiency. The feed we recorded earlier flickers to life. I rewind the video, navigating through the footage until I find that pivotal moment—her surrender to the pleasure we orchestrated.

The screen illuminates with the scene of her abandon, her body arched in ecstasy, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room. Heat courses through me anew as I relive the intensity of that moment, feeling a shudder of anticipation ripple through my body.

I carefully select a section of the recording, capturing the essence of her surrender, the raw vulnerability that she unknowingly displayed. I prepare the clip and then my own personal message to go with it before I hit send.

Just because there is a plan, doesn't mean I can't give a gentle push.

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