Once Betrayed Never Forgotten

Chapter 9: Flirting with Death

Aleksandr is holding me down pinned helplessly against the bed.

I’m still half–asleep, but I snap out of it immediately. His presence is a dark and commanding threat that shatters the fragile membrane between slumber and wakefulness. The sudden intrusion jolts me into full alertness, my heart pounding in my chest like a tribal wardrum.

Aleksandr’s hand, inhumanly strong and unyielding, is wrapped firmly around my throat, pinning me to the bed with a menacing intensity. I can still feel his erection pressing into my thigh, long and rock hard as he pins me to the bed. My breath catches in my throat, trapped between the

p at him, the weight of his grip and the rapid throb of my heart. My eyes widen as I stare up dichotomy of his presence overwhelming. The man who has been flirtatious and sensual at the wedding is now cold, unfriendly, almost wicked. The charm evaporates, leaving behind an aura of

malevolence.

“You thought you could escape the Castle of Endless Night?” His voice is a low growl, a predatory undertone weaving through his words.

I struggle to find my voice, my mind racing to comprehend the sudden shift in his demeanour. He was so different when I first met him at the wedding…gentle, flirting, even.

“You… you know I was trying to escape?” The words escape my lips in a shaky breath.

He chuckles softly, the sound dripping with a chilling awareness. “Of course I do. I know everything that goes on in this castle.”

My thoughts race, a frantic puzzle of confusion. Seraphina. She must have told him. I should have expected that… she’s obviously the Vasiliev family’s servant. My heart flutters in my chest, but beneath the fear is an unexpected surge of arousal, an inexplicable and unwelcome reaction to the danger he presents. His strength, his intensity it stirs something primal within me, even as terror tightens its grip.

Unwanted thoughts invade my mind. He’s so powerful, so strong. His presence is overwhelming, his form so close that I can feel the cold radiating from his body. The contours of his muscular frame are evident even through the layers of his clothes, his strength pressing against me, pinning me to the bed. The scent of pine needles mixed with a metallic saltiness creates a heady and

intoxicating aroma that permeates the air.

Another sudden, urgent throb pulses between my legs, and before I can control it, my back arches. instinctively, ever so slightly, beneath his weight as I squeeze my legs together. My pussy is still wet from my arousal earlier, and I’m not sure how much of what happened was real, and what was

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a dream- but all I know is I want him… right now. I’m turned on despite him pinning me down in a choke–hold… or maybe, I’m turned on because of it.

I bite my lip and spread open my legs, lifting my hips up toward him as he hovers over me in bed. I might be just an innocent little virgin in his eyes, but I know what I want and what I want, is

him.

“Aleksandr…” I moan his name breathlessly, grinding under him. The reaction is involuntary, a desperate instinct I can’t quell.

His eyes widen in surprise, caught off guard by my reaction.

“What’s this?” He asks in an amused whisper. “I didn’t come to your bed to fuck you, little girl. I

came here to warn you.”

For a moment, the pressure on my throat

nases, and his fingers trace a cold path down my collarbone. The touch is electrifying, sending shivers dancing across my skin. I shudder, a mixture of fear and something more potent coursing through my veins. His hand slips down between my legs, and he finds my throbbing clit in seconds, circling it idly with his finger, sending powerful waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Warn… me… about what?” I manage to gasp out the words as he circles faster and faster, before slipping a finger inside me to feel my heat and my wet aching desire. I rear up onto his hand, bucking wildly as he slips another finger inside, and then another… in and out, in and out.

He smiles wickedly, licking his lips as he fucks me with his fingers, causing me to cry out as my

body ignites with lust. I’ve never felt anything like this before, not even when I touch myself. I’ve come pretty close to orgasming before, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually gone all the way and experienced the real deal… that delicious earth shattering explosion of release that you’re meant

to feel.

“Oh my god…” I moan, moments away from experiencing my first ever orgasm. “I’m going to

cum… oh my god…”

“No,” he says suddenly, his voice turning cold as he withdraws his fingers.

“Wh… what?” I gasp, confused by the sudden change, bucking my hips and begging him for more,

to finish me off.

“I’m done playing nicely with you, little girl,” he hisses, his voice like a whispered promise laced with threat. “I didn’t come here to give you pleasure. I came to punish you, and to warn you. Don’t ruin this for my brother. He’s waited a thousand years to find a suitable bride, and I won’t let you get in the way. The way you behaved earlier, the things you said to your mother… you upset him.”

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His finger brushes against my lips, the touch surprisingly gentle given the menacing tone of his words. A dark smile curls at the corners of his lips as he leans in, his cold lips brushing against my neck.

“Just behave, please, my ill–mannered step–niece–in–law,” he whispers, the words sending a shiver down my spine as I remember how easily he charmed me at the wedding earlier, how friendly and flirty and gentle he had seemed. How quickly he switches from hold to cold, kind to cruel. Was it all an act, just to gain my trust?

“Sleep tight,” he whispers, his icy breath caressing my

car.

I gasp, closing my eyes in fear or ecstasy, or maybe both, I’m not sure.

When I open them again moments later, he’s gone. Just completely vanished into thin air, as if he’s never been here at all. I sit up in bed and look all around the room, peering into the shadowy corners, even looking up at the ceiling, just in case.

There’s no sound of the door opening and closing, in fact the heavy armoire I’ve moved to block the door is still in place, and the windows remain shut.

How on earth did he get in here? The thought weighs heavily on my exhausted mind.

Lying back in bed, my body feels like a vessel drained of all energy, a puppet whose strings have been cut. My pussy is still hot and wet, and my clit is still aching with unsatisfied desire, tempting me to reach down and relieve myself. But I’m too caught up in my thoughts and fears. Thoughts swirl chaotically through my mind, each one a fragmented piece of the night’s horrors. It’s impossible to deny anymore–vampires are real, they exist, and they’re perilous beyond. imagination. The fairytales and myths have become a twisted reality, and I’m trapped within it. The evidence is undeniable: the wedding guests morphing into monstrous creatures before my very eyes, the terrifying flight through the night sky in Aleksandr’s arms, and the little girl who transformed into a bat right in front of me. It’s all real, and I’m now a part of this nightmare.

I’m ensnared in their world, a world that now holds my mother captive. My heart aches with a desperate need to save her, to escape this lair of darkness, but the enormity of the situation seems. insurmountable. Still, I can’t let sleep take me just yet. I need to remain vigilant, alert to the possibility of Aleksandr’s return and whatever sinister intentions he might have.

The bed, its warmth cocooning me, is a siren’s call that beckons me to surrender to the drowsiness creeping over me. My limbs feel heavy, my eyelids droop, and a relentless haze clouds my thoughts. But even as I fight against the urge to sleep, I can feel its tendrils wrapping around me, threatening to pull me under.

As my consciousness slips away, I find myself tumbling into a dark abyss of dreams. The

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nightmare is a distorted dance of surreal and grotesque imagery. I’m navigating the castle’s Labyrinthine corridors, shrouded in darkness. The glass windows that had earlier revealed a snowy night now frame an inky black sky devoid of stars. My footsteps echo through the passages, and the sound reverberates with an eerie intensity.

Hours seem to pass as I descend further into the castle’s depths, the journey an unsettling downward spiral. The cobblestones beneath my feet are cold and slick, a constant reminder of my vulnerability. The path before me twists and turns, a distorted maze that seems to close in around me. The walls ooze with dampness, coated in veins of grey lichen and moss. The sensation is claustrophobic, my heartbeat the only sound that resonates – ba–dumf, ba–dumf, ba–dumf.

The corridors grow narrower, forcing me to crawl on my hands and knees. The slickness beneath me grows more pronounced, the path ahead darker and more treacherous. The veins of lichen that adorn the walls aren’t vegetation, but pulsating vessels, a network of veins and arteries that throb with life. The scent of salt and iron hangs in the air, mingling with the coppery tang of blood.

Sliding along the passage, I’m overcome by a sense of urgency, a desperate need to escape this fleshy nightmare. The slope grows steeper, and I find myself hurtling forward with an alarming speed. My screams are swallowed by the darkness as I slide uncontrollably, the frantic beating of my heart only intensifying the chaos.

Abruptly, the tunnel spits me out into a cavern that seems to be alive, a chamber of flesh and gore. An immense heart pulses at its core, each beat resonating through the air like a whisper, a million soft voices calling my name. It’s an eerie symphony of gurgling voices that seem to beckon

me closer.

I’m suspended above the colossal heart, gravity pulling me downward. The beating grows louder, a thunderous rhythm that echoes through the cavern. The walls are slick, coated with bright red blood, and I can smell the salty metallic tang. With every beat, I draw closer to the heart, the impact imminent.

And then, just as the heart’s rhythm reaches its peak, I jolt awake, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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