Wicked Games by Jarica James

Otsana

The guys were all snoring softly around me, crammed together in my childhood bed. At least it was a king size so we fit decently well. But no matter how hard I tried to sleep, I just couldn’t force myself for longer than a few minutes.

With a sigh, I untangled myself from the pile of limbs and grabbed my robe. Sliding it on over my naked body, I slipped out of the room.

At this time of night the mansion was silent. Then again, it was most of the day too, but this was different. Lights were dimmed and it held an almost otherworldly feel. And all I could see as I walked down the stairs and through the halls was Eros’ ghost.

I do this for you, Otsana. One day you’ll run this Family and every trial I put you through will ensure that you run it right.

In a way he was right about me running a Family and all of that bullshit he’d done to me had helped me be ready for it. In no way was it how he had hoped it would be run. The fear and tension were gone from the place, but I wasn’t sure how much of it was in my head.

Before I realized where I was, I was standing in the doorway to Eros’ office. He was gone, as was Tony, but the blood remained. The air felt heavy and wrong and suddenly it was hard to breathe. My chest tightened and I found my vision tunneling with every constricted breath.

“Sana!” Keir’s voice was sharp but it did nothing to help as the memories started to pull me under. I could hear Eros’ voice thundering in the eaves, telling me how I needed to fight harder, to be more vigilant.

Then I was that same teen, locked in a basement with no food, no water, and no lights. It was near total deprivation, a punishment for writing letters to the triplets, begging them to save me.

“Keir! Ky! Killian!” I yelled until my voice was hoarse, the darkness refusing to dissipate. Time had no meaning down here.

“Sana, so help me if you don’t snap out of this, I’m going to fuck you out of it!” he growled. A sharp smack on my cheek only made me scream louder, trying to move away from him. The small part of my brain holding onto reality grasped at him, knowing he was here for me, but I couldn’t make it stop, couldn’t crawl out of the hole I had fallen into.

I vaguely registered my clothes being ripped off, the sound of something crashing, and a cool surface as I was pressed into it. But beyond that it was still the fear and isolation that I was forced to suffer. The reality that I’d have to be alone forever, to be someone I didn’t want to be. Survival was all I knew, and it extended to every aspect of my life.

“Eros is gone. He’s dead.” Keir’s words stunned me enough that they started to register through the haze. I repeated it quietly until it was a mantra, matching the vile words echoing in the dark.

He’s gone.

I’m safe.

I never have to go back to him.

Eros. Is. Dead.

My breathing slowed as much as it could while Keir railed me into Eros’ desk. Each slam of his hips into my ass was harsh, his hand knotted tightly in my hair so it stung, the other hand tweaking my nipple to draw another pain point. I clung to those, letting them ground me to reality as I just let myself bask in the sharp pleasure he drew out of me.

“There she is. Welcome back, princess,” Keir praised, slowing enough to flip me on my back so he could stare into my eyes. He grasped my ankles in his hands and spread my legs wide, picking back up the pace as he chased his orgasm. Now that I was in the present, I wasn't just going to lay back and take it. I started to rock my hips, meeting his until he let go of my legs. While his fingers found my clit, I wrapped my legs around his waist and ground into it, shamelessly chasing my release.

“Good girl, princess, come for me,” he demanded as he teased me right over the edge. I cried out as I came, pussy gripping at his cock as I rode out the intense orgasm he’d fucked me through. Then he was coming, filling me with his cum and marking his territory, right on Eros’ former desk.

As my body floated back down from its natural high, I glanced up at him and lost it. My laughter was so unexpected he furrowed his brows, but I was full on belly laughing at this point. The irony of me nearly blacking out in Eros’ office then getting fucked back to my senses on his desk by one of his biggest enemies, was sweet, poetic justice.

He pulled me into his arms as I swiped at my tears, feeling lighter than I had in far too long. Eros was truly gone and I’d just let go of the baggage in the best way I could. Sure I wasn’t naive enough to think it was all gone, that I wouldn’t have flashbacks from time to time or think of all the bad memories, but for now, I was free.