Entrapped hearts [Yandere Cult X Reader]

48 hours

After a few minutes, Dean lifted me effortlessly in his arms and carried me back inside the house. The alcohol in my system had taken its toll, leaving me in a slightly hazy state. As we passed through the hallway, I caught a glimpse of Amelia being carried by another man, mirroring our situation walking in the opposite direction. We exchanged a perplexed look, a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"There's no way," Amelia muttered under her breath, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Once inside Dean's room, he gently placed me onto his plush, inviting bed. I sank into the softness, feeling its comforting embrace against my weary body. The room had an air of mystery, with dim lighting casting intriguing shadows on the walls. Despite the unsettling circumstances, I couldn't deny the allure of the environment.

"No, don't," I protested, my voice shaky as he tried to remove my shoes.

Dean, however, seemed relentless, dismissing my objections with a nonchalant assurance. "Relax, you're a little drunk," he cooed, attempting to calm me down.

But his eyes betrayed a different intention. There was an unsettling hunger in his gaze, a lustful desire that made me feel uneasy. As he took off my shoes and wandered into the bathroom, my eyes involuntarily followed his movements. When he emerged shirtless, revealing his toned physique, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of embarrassment wash over me. His sculpted muscles were hard to ignore.

"Sweety, if you see something you like, dont hesitate to stare"

I averted my gaze, feeling my face flush with embarrassment. "I wasn't staring," I mumbled, trying to maintain my composure despite feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

Dean chuckled and walked closer, sitting on the edge of the bed. "No need to be shy, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with an unsettling charm. "Sweetie. I don't mind being admired."

My heart raced, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in his presence. "I don't know what you're talking about," I replied, my voice steadier this time.

He leaned in, his breath against my ear making me shiver. "You know," he whispered, "you're quite special. I haven't met someone like you in a long time."

My mind was in turmoil, conflicted by a whirlwind of emotions. I despised Dean for what he had put me through, yet there was an inexplicable allure to the situation that left me feeling strangely captivated. I tried to rationalize my feelings, attributing them to the effects of alcohol clouding my judgment.

"If I told you all the things I'm thinking right now," Dean began, his words hanging in the air, tempting me to delve into the forbidden territory.

Part of me knew I shouldn't indulge in his provocations, but another part wanted to hear what he had to say. Curiosity got the better of me, and against my better judgment, I found myself responding, "Go on, then."

Dean's lips curled into a sly smile as he stepped closer, invading my personal space. "Let's just say, there's a lot on my mind when it comes to you, Y/N. Thoughts that drive me crazy, thoughts that make me want to possess you completely," he murmured, his voice dripping with a mix of desire and arrogance. "I want to get on all fours and worship you, I want to do things to you, for you, with you. I want you."

"You dont even know me, and I dont know you"

"No, it feels as if we've known each other for eternity and finally just met"

I couldn't deny the electricity in the air, the magnetic pull between us that seemed to defy all logic. Deep down, I knew it was wrong to feel drawn to him, to entertain his seductive words. But my heart betrayed me, stirring with a mixture of fascination and desire.

"You're insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as if acknowledging the truth would make it more real. The rational part of me knew that succumbing to his advances would only lead to more chaos and pain. Yet, against my better judgment, I couldn't help but feel a flicker of something forbidden deep within me.

This was dangerous, a dance on the edge of reason.

"Yes, but only for you," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine, igniting a spark of longing, but he abruptly pulled away, his eyes filled with inner turmoil. "I must restrain myself," he confessed, torn between desire and restraint.

He lay down beside me, and we both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I made my way to the dining room and found Amelia already there, looking disheveled.

"What happened?" I inquired, noticing her tousled hair.

"I should be asking you that," she replied, her expression filled with curiosity.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I almost... You know, with two guys, it was the alcohol I swear" she confessed, a mix of relief and embarrassment in her voice.

"Almost?" I raised an eyebrow, curious to hear the whole story.

Soon Dean and two other guys came in and Dean pulled me back into his room while Amelia was picked up and carried away.

"Aw, baby why didn't you wake me up?"

"Oh I wanted to talk with Amelia, seemed like we both had something happen"

He put me on his bed before reality set back into my brain. I needed a plan to get out of here, any plan as of right is a good one. He noticed I was quiet for a moment

"You're so cute when you're plotting," he remarked, causing me to abruptly turn my head in his direction.

How did he know?

"I didn't get any sleep last night thanks to you. I wanted to wake up and..." his voice trailed off, and I noticed his gaze lingering on me, scanning my figure.

"And what?" I asked, my voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and caution.

"Please don't say that with that voice. It makes you sound so innocent," he said, slowly advancing towards me, his head resting against my cheek. "And I would like nothing more than to corrupt that innocence."

I immediately caught onto his insinuation, feeling a surge of irritation. "You're so dirty-minded," I retorted, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

"I'm a lot more than that. Stop teasing me so much. I might have to establish some rules," he warned, his expression deadly serious.

"Rules? And what will you do if I break one? Spank me?" I challenged, pushing back against his advances.

"Yes," he replied, his gaze unwavering, leaving no room for doubt.

To say that shocked me was an understatement.

"You have no idea how much I crave to see you crying and shivering underneath me"

"You disgust me"

"I know, but soon you'll learn to love me," Dean insisted, his voice laced with confidence.

"No, I won't," I asserted, my determination unwavering.

"We'll see about that. Anyways, here are the rules: no talking to other men, no going back on your word, and no lying," he stated firmly as if he held all the power.

I felt a surge of defiance rise within me. "And what happens if I break these rules?" I challenged, my voice tinged with defiance.

Dean's lips curled into a sly smile. "Well, my dear, let's just say there will be consequences. Consequences that you won't find very pleasant."