Shows [Reverse Harem x Reader]

Forty-One

"I thought Dexter would make your experience more spicy, but I was wrong; you haven't lost your virginity."

His words hit you like a slap in the face and something you couldn't quite place, lacing his tone.

"What does my virginity have to do with anything?" you retort.

You glare at Adam, crossing your arms over your chest, a defensive posture that does little to hide your anger.

"You know, I want you to have the experience of your life while universe teleporting,"

He explains, his eyes raking over your body in a way that makes your skin crawl.

The clear objectification sends a shiver down your spine, and you have to resist the urge to physically scrub away the feeling of his gaze.

"I signed a contract to try your experiment, not to have sex with fictional characters, and also not to satisfy a twisted fantasy of yours,"

You snap, your patience wearing thin.

The contract was clear, your participation was purely for the scientific advancement of universe teleportation, not some perverse game.

Adam, or rather, Castiel, smirks at your outburst.

"Twisted? Darling, you’re the one who just tried to stab a woman in Dexter's kill room. If anyone’s twisted here, it's you."

His words, dripping with a fake sweetness, paint you as the aggressor.

"That’s not fair" Your voice rises.

"You put me in that situation! You're trying to gaslight me into thinking I'm the problem?!"

"I'm just giving you space to enjoy your time," he replies nonchalantly

"Well, I don't need any sort of this space," you declare, your voice firm,

"Take it easy, it seems like you are ready to punch me in the face,"

He assured you, playfully patting your arm, treating you like a small child.

"I will respect you, no need to be aggressive." His words are dripping with a false concern.

Silence hangs heavy in the air, you stare at him.

"Why are you quiet?"

"You are not Adam, are you?"

You finally say the realization is hitting you like a ton of bricks.

The subtle differences you had dismissed are very real.

The way he carried himself, the glint in his eyes, the predatory aura that clung to him like a second skin, this was not the man you'd made the deal with.

Adam is a respectful man.

"Took you long enough to find out that I am his twin, his name is Castiel.

A smug grin spread across his face.

"Adam has a twin...and he didn't say anything!" you exclaim.

"Yes, because I tied him up," he admits.

"No, no more talking," you say, cutting him off. Your head spins, trying to process this new information, the betrayal, the lies.

"I think you are going to like the new universe I will send you to,"

Castiel changes the subject, not caring about your confusion.

"You are not going to send me anywhere until you tell me what you did to Adam and where he is?"

"Ever Heard about Interview With The Vampire?"

"Where is he, you freaking imposter!"

Castiel ignores you and continues.

"Well, you have the two handsome vampires as your husbands and an adorable bratty daughter, enjoy."

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Great, now she isn't even listening to what I am saying."

Your blurry gaze turns towards the angry voice to see two familiar vampires sitting at a large table.

Lestat, the vampire with blond hair is clearly angry that you have been not paying any attention to him.

Meanwhile, Louis, the dark-haired vampire, is calmly waiting for you to say something about what you are thinking.

But you don't dare to think as you know very well that Lestat can read thoughts.

You replace your thoughts with humming in your mind.

"I apologize, I was tired of listening to you speak."

As much as you find Lestat attractive he can be sometimes overdramatic.

"Tired of listening to me speak?" he repeats "How daring of you"

"It seems our dear wife has found her voice," Louis remarks, glad that you finally spoke out.

Your character in this universe has always been obedient, following the social characteristics of the women of your time.

You meet Lestat's gaze head-on, refusing to shrink under the weight of his glare.

"Oh, Lestat, it's not that I'm tired of you, it's just that after a few centuries, one would think you would have learned to say something interesting."