The Brotherhood- Tempted Book 1

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When Malicious woke up, and was covered in sweat and was breathing hard. He went to sit up when he realized Layla had managed to lay her head on his chest and her leg was somehow twisted up with his and his arm had wrapped up around her holding her closer but she was shivering.

He touched her cheek with his hand and it felt like ice, which he remembered he hadn't turned the thermostat up, he meant to but forgot. He wanted to just push her off, but this new growing part of him wouldn't let him... he didn't even want to let him wake her up... like somehow It would disturb the world and ruin the day if she woke up because of him. He moved his arm a little and she snuggled up closer and let out a soft moan.

"Damn it." He whispered.

He finally just shimmered out from under her and right into the bathroom; he quickly turned the shower on pulled those stupid pants off and got in. He didn't care if it was warm or not, he might need some cold water right now. He was so aroused, he hadn't ever had an enjoyable sex dream so this was sending him on a tail spin and actually waking up to the female you were having the dream about; wrapped up next to him, wanting him as much as he wanted her. It was more than he could handle, he had never dealt well with real emotions. He has had the brotherhood for so long as his family that he didn't know what it was like to have a personal life. His mother died when he was young, his father was long gone before he took his first breath and his only sibling was his brother who had died in a misfortunate end, but that was after his brother sold him to a fallen royal whose daughter took a fancy to him, which was his brothers way of sending him straight to hell! Malicious hadn't gone through transition back then so he was very weak and relied on his brother after his mother had died, he couldn't really fend for himself and the only life he had ever known was ripped away without choice because of his brother and then the rest was because of his master... Vivian...the evil blonde venomous bitch. Living years upon years in a cold cement room with nothing, but a hay filled mattress and a bucket of dirty water.

Malicious sighed and held his head under the cold water. Haven was a fucked-up place and he really wished to never return, to never remember it along with his past; they were both terrible places that he didn't want to be part of, yet his past held on to him like a vice and no matter how hard he fought it just fucked him up more. He couldn't help it he knew they were gone... but the images chased him like a wolf he couldn't out run no matter his speed. He tried his hardest to forget, to just love the life he had... to just embrace where he was and don't get him wrong he appreciated his life, he loved his brothers and would do anything for them, but there was a huge part of him that was broken... so broken and so lost.

Thoughts of when he was younger came to his mind. Thoughts of being chained up to the leaky water pipe next to his bed as Vivian took full advantage of his body and his blood. The days, so many days that he had cried himself to sleep begging for death, crying for his mother to take him to the white realm with her, so many nights he begged the goddess for mercy, for freedom.

He had wished every night before Vivian came to him for a new life, a family, a mother who would hold him and a father whom would protect him... but he didn't have either... they had all left him in that hell, all alone!

Images of being held down as Vivian bit too hard into his skin and taking too much blood flashed in his head, his breath was getting quick and heavy. The thought of her hands on his body using him for sex, letting her friends males and females abuse him until his was in shaking pain... the thoughts were so real he had fallen to his knees. Tears were building up in his eyes. No food, no water...nothing just being her pet.

He leaned his head against the tile trying to get his thoughts back in order. He scrubbed his face and rolled back on to his heels letting the water slap his shoulders. He was trying so hard to get out of these memories, but it was like a fucked-up train that he couldn't get off!