Cruel Kings by Skye Knight

14

Noah

I watched as Milla closed her eyes. The pill I gave her was strong, making her fall into a deep sleep within minutes.

Walking away, I reached the door and opened it. There was no one in the corridor outside. Good, I decided. Closing the door, I walked back to the bed and carefully watched her.

Milla’s face and lips were worryingly pale. Glancing in the corner where my brothers took her, I noticed the flecks of blood among the remnants of semen drying on the carpet.

Neither of us could believe Milla was still a virgin.

We’d planned for her to hate us as much as we hated her and her mother.

Finding something to blackmail her with was the first step to make sure she stayed under our control. I didn’t trust her mother, the woman who seduced my father right after my mom passed away.

What kind of a woman did that? Only people like Eva Brown who didn’t have the decency to work hard and make enough money for herself and her daughter. No. They needed a man like my father to keep paying for their shit.

I and my brothers watched our mom suffer from depression for years before finally giving up and dying of heartbreak. Our father never showed any affection. He didn’t even care for her well-being. He wouldn’t even come home on our birthdays.

While he never hit or harmed us, he was cold and aloof. He hurt us emotionally, and that was as horrible as being beaten or abused.

Seeing our dad being warm and cheerful with Eva and Milla brought out the beasts in us. After all these years, we’d just accepted the fact our father was an asshole who cared only for his work.

He shattered that illusion as soon as Milla and her mother walked into the room. His uncaring attitude was just a façade.

Our dad was capable of love. I could see it in the way he treated Eva and her daughter.

Why was he never able to love us?

Mom was always faithful to him. She was a beautiful and intelligent woman. She gave him three sons.

In return, he treated her with nothing but indifference.

A soft moan sounded in the room, making me glance toward Milla.

There was a pinched look on her pretty face. She was probably still in pain from the rough way Caleb penetrated her virgin pussy.

A sliver of uncertainty flashed through me.

Had we done the right thing? I wondered, looking down at her.

Emotions I’d never felt before welled up inside me. From the moment I got a chance to be close to her, I wanted to devour her. She was sweet and truly innocent.

Caleb, Corey, and I were attracted to her like moths to a flame. We wanted her for ourselves. She tasted so sweet and clean the first time I kissed her.

Leaning down, I captured her lips and swiped my tongue in.

Medicinal dust still coated her tongue. She hadn’t even washed the pills with water. She only chewed them down and swallowed.

We broke her today and stole her innocence.

Would she still remain the same girl I’d been obsessing over for the past four years? Or would our black hate malign her forever?

“Do you do this to younger women?” she asked, hitting me in the chest. “Are they all underage? Do you threaten and manipulate them so they’d keep quiet?” Milla’s indignant voice rang in my head.

I lied by saying yes.

My brother and I never had to force a woman to submit to us. The hottest, most beautiful girls on campus came to us willingly. There was never any need to force ourselves on them.

Milla, though, was different.

In all these four years, she never approached me even though we shared the same classes. The only guy she spoke to was Wyatt, a tall, lanky guy with curly ginger hair who preferred wearing beanies all the time.

I’d assumed them to have a close relationship until I learned he already had a girlfriend, one who he’d been dating since high school. Still, there had to be some guy out there who’d tasted her lips and taken the pleasure of being buried inside her.

Milla proved all my assumptions about her wrong.

In her sleep, she turned around to face me, her hand falling on my thigh. Even though it was an innocent, unconscious touch, my blood heated at the contact.

My cock was still painfully hard.

The sounds she made, the way her face contorted with pain and pleasure...her every gesture was etched in my mind.

Corey and Caleb were manwhores, happily inviting any woman to their bed who showed interest in them. They weren’t picky. The only girl that piqued any real interest in them was Milla.

I wasn’t like my brothers. My tastes were as black as my soul.

I could easily make Milla cry, make her scream and make her beg for me to stop, but those thoughts didn’t do as much for me as the idea of her under me when she was asleep.

And that’s exactly where my depraved mind went as I gazed at her.

My cock hardened painfully against my zipper. Her nipples were pebbled against the smooth silk of the bathrobe she’d picked.

Leaning in, I caught her scent. Fresh green apples mixed with the floral notes of the body shampoo I put in her bathwater.

“Mmm,” I crooned appreciatively.

Reaching out, I wrapped my long, thick fingers around her slender throat. The power I held over her sleeping form turned me on like nothing else could.

I’d always been turned on by women who couldn’t see me, who couldn’t talk back, fight, or struggle when I was inside them.

These were the broken parts of me that I hid from everyone. No one could know, especially the gossipy girls hanging around my brothers. It was better to let them speculate about my sexuality than letting them know of my depraved sexual needs.

“Milla,” I called her name in a deep, husky voice.

She didn’t stir, continuing to sleep soundly.

Reaching out, I pulled at the ties of her robe. My heart pounded against my chest as I revealed her soft breasts. I cupped one and squeezed gently.

Milla moaned in her sleep as my hand slid down to her flat stomach. Leaning in, I swirled my tongue around her round belly button before moving down to the triangular mound of her pussy.

A groan escaped me as I inhaled the intoxicating scent of her pussy. My finger gently caressed the puffy lips and then dipped in, enjoying the feel of her wet, hot folds.

My gaze stayed fixed on her as I slowly inserted my finger deep inside her. Her hips bucked unconsciously, taking my digit further in.

A moan escaped me as I felt her pussy walls clenching tightly onto my finger. I could only imagine how it’d feel to have my cock buried inside her tight, hot folds.

Pulling my finger out, I fumbled with my belt and the zipper on my trousers.

My cock sprang out of its confines and lengthened in my hand as I gazed longingly at Milla’s unmoving body. Her long, shapely legs were as smooth as porcelain and I imagined them locked over my hips as I thrust inside her.

A groan of pleasure escaped me as I fisted my cock.

Why had I waited so long for this? It’d been pure torture to watch her while she slept blissfully, unaware of my dark, looming presence at her bedside.

Barely three minutes passed and I was close to my release.

“Fuck!” I bit out through clenched teeth as my muscles strained against the pressure building inside me.

“Milla,” I groaned hoarsely as my body went taut and suddenly, all my control slipped away as pure, hot pleasure crashed over me.

My cum burst from the fat tip of my cock, splashing against her naked breasts and stomach. Inching closer, I made sure to drop the rest of my creamy load all over her smoothly shaven pussy.

A satisfied smile lifted the corners of my lips.

Milla was marked with my seeds now too. When she woke up, she’d feel the stickiness all over her.

My smile broadened.

Moving away from the bed, I headed inside the bathroom to clean up.

When I was done, I straightened my shirt and jacket, proceeding to smooth the strands of my dark strands flecked with gold.

Anyone who saw me now would see Noah Amhurst, a serious grad student who was about to take his father’s throne. This clean, meticulous façade hid the monster I truly was.

Moving back to the bed, I covered Milla’s naked body with the robe and pulled the blanket up. If her mother came to check on her, she’d see her daughter sleeping blissfully.

I smiled again but my heart stayed cold and unfeeling.

I’d let Eva think her daughter was adjusting fine in this house. It was the only way to ensure Milla stayed close and under my control.

My fierce desire for Milla battled with my hatred of her mother. The only way to satiate these emotions was to keep her in my grasp, so she could never leave and always stayed mine.