Lucian's hand hovered above her, as if unsure whether to push her away or pull her closer. His breath hitched, and for a moment, the ruthless man she knew seemed lost, uncertain of how to proceed. The vulnerability in her words, her plea, had struck something deep within him, something he wasn't prepared to confront.
"Submit?" he echoed, his voice a mix of disbelief and something softer, almost tender.
He lowered his hand to her back, his touch no longer cruel but hesitant, as though he was afraid to break her.
"Just give him a chance. Let him be a child."
Lucian's breath was unsteady, his chest rising and falling beneath her cheek as he grappled with the conflicting emotions warring inside him. He had always been the most volatile, the one who acted on impulse and anger. But in this moment, August could feel the internal struggle, the hesitation that hadn't been there before.
Finally, he spoke, his voice soft, almost broken. "If you submit, August, truly submit...then maybe...maybe I can give him what you want."
August closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek as she nodded against his chest. It was a small victory, a fragile truce in a war that was far from over. But it was enough for now, enough to keep Aiden safe—enough to keep them both alive.
Lucian's hand moved to her hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he held her close, as if seeking solace in the contact. August could feel his heartbeat slow, the tension draining from his body as the storm inside him began to calm. Only to her surprise, like a mirror that was once against the wall was now laying shattered into thousands of pieces in a blink of her eye. Just like that, faster than any switch he had fisted her in a tight grip, making the young girl gasp in surprise and in little pain.
"Prove it," Lucian demanded, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting through the fragile softness that had settled between them.
Lucian pulled her more closer towards him, his presence overwhelming as he loomed over her. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers, and for a moment, she felt like prey caught in the predator's gaze. "You say you're ready to submit, to do whatever it takes for the boy. But words are cheap, August. I need to know you mean it. I need to see it."
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing in her ears like a drum. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins, could hear it in the silence that stretched between them. She didn't know what he wanted from her, what kind of proof he sought, but she knew she had to give it to him—whatever it was.
"I..." August's voice faltered, her throat dry as she searched for the right words, the right action.
Lucian's lips curved into a slow, calculated smile, one that sent a shiver down her spine. He reached out, his fingers now brushing against her cheek, trailing down to her jaw. The touch was surprisingly gentle, but it was laced with a possessiveness that made her skin crawl.
"You say you're ready to submit, but submission isn't just about saying the words," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr.
"It's about surrendering completely. Your will, your body, your mind—all of it belongs to me now and to my brothers. Do you understand?"
August's breath hitched, the full weight of his words settling on her shoulders like a crushing burden. She had known this would be difficult, had known she would have to give up parts of herself to keep Aiden safe, but the reality of it was far more terrifying than she had imagined.
But she had no choice. For Aiden, she had to be strong, had to push past the fear and the revulsion that churned in her stomach. She had to survive this, for him.
"I understand," she whispered, her voice trembling but resolute. She didn't dare meet his gaze, too scared to look in those eyes, the eyes that stripping her off her dignity every second.
A dark satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "Good girl, doll" he said softly. "Prove it. Show me you're willing to do whatever it takes."
August swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to decipher what he wanted, what he was asking of her. But as she looked into his eyes, she realized that he wasn't going to tell her. He wanted her to figure it out, to offer herself up willingly, to take that final step on her own.
Her pulse quickened, her chest tightening with anxiety. But she forced herself to move, to act, even though every instinct in her screamed to run, to hide, to do anything but what she was about to do.
Slowly, she reached up and placed her hands on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat beneath her palms. It was an intimate gesture, one that felt foreign, wrong, but she did it anyway, forcing herself to slowly maintain an eye contact as she closed the distance between them.
Lucian's eyes darkened with something she couldn't quite place—triumph, maybe, or satisfaction. He didn't move, watching her movements like a hawk.
"That's it," he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "Show me you're mine, doll. Show me you've accepted your place."
Every fiber of her being recoiled at his words, at the implication behind them. But she kept her expression neutral, her eyes steady, her heart pounding in her chest.
"I'm yours," she said, the words bitter on her tongue. "I've accepted it."
Lucian studied her for a long moment, his gaze piercing, as if he was searching for any trace of rebellion, any sign that she was lying. But she held his gaze, refusing to flinch, refusing to let him see the turmoil raging inside her.
"Not good enough" he said, his voice detached once more.
August looked at him bewildered, the tension in her body increasing, the dread transferring to every cell in her body.
"I-I don't know w-what else to do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, scrutinizing, searching for any sign of hesitation or deceit.
"Kiss me, doll"
August froze at Lucian's command, her breath catching in her throat. The demand was as unexpected as it was terrifying, and for a moment, her mind went blank.
Date Published - 08/16/2024
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