The Devil of Danforth Estate
Titus Danforth x Reader
WARNINGS: Dub-Con/Non-Con, blood, murder, power imbalance, exhibitionism
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summary: You expected to sign away a piece of your soul when you were hired on to serve the Danforth family, but Titus Danforth wouldn't be satisfied until he owned you in mind, body, and spirit.
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When you were hired on to serve the Danforth familyโor the Danforth Clan as many liked to call themโyou knew that you were stepping foot into the devilโs lair the moment a huge stack of papers were placed before you to read and sign. You knew thereโd no doubt be things youโd witness and be privy to that youโd be legally barred from ever speaking about. You hadnโt known then just how depraved and differently the top 1% of the world behaved, but youโd known that you were signing a piece of your soul away in a sense.ย
โฆbut when you impressively scrawled your name in cursive on that dotted line, you hadn't known youโd be signing your body away too.
Titus Danforth was a gentle brute, if such a thing ever existed. He was one half of the Danforth legacy, a title and inheritance he shared with his twin sister Ursula. He was gruff and crass and possessed a childโs demanding nature despite not having been one for decades. With all of the money in the world in his pocketโand an army of people ready to answer his every beck and call and request at the drop of a hatโhe could behave however he pleased without fear of consequence.ย
An unfortunate fact he took great advantage of.
โThis oneโs new.โ
That was how you were formally introduced, the older man eyeing you in a way that felt extremely distrusting. It didnโt necessarily offend you, understanding the protective nature of some rich asshole to guard his assets and livelihood. Still, the screening process to get hired onto the Danforth estate was a tedious and rigorous one, hardly a walk in the park, so he shouldโve known that no one passed through these doors without the utmost confidence they could be trusted.
Your superior, Pernilla, had taken on the task of showing you the ropes, and sheโd stopped any and all focus on anything else to give the grey-haired man her undivided attention. It was your first example as to how to act around the immediate family members, and youโd followed her lead, straightening and focusing on nothing else but him.
Such a small act had his full attention.
โYes, Mr. Danforth,โ the other woman confirmed despite the fact that it wasnโt a question. โSheโs one of two new editions to the staff, fully screened and hired on only a week ago.โ
You hadnโt moved a muscle as he eyed you, looking down his nose at you in a way that had you reminding yourself what youโd signed up for. The money you were getting just to wait on some privileged jerks had you ignoring the glint that passed through his gaze as he ran his eyes over you, slowly as if not to miss a thing.
Mr. Danforth only hummed, a low and deep sound from within his chest.
โLetโs hope you last.โ
He was gone without another word, completely dismissive of your presence, and that was the last time you saw him for a while. Two months, in fact. The job didnโt require much more out of you than you expected, and that wasnโt to say that it was easy, but youโd been prepared for the demanding nature of your new employers. Two months. That's how long the wool stayed over your eyes, how long youโd been under the impression you were working for normal rich assholes.
โฆbut then Ursula announced her engagement and then the wedding seemed to happen only a month later and then the wedding night changed everything.
The screams that rang throughout the estate gave you nightmares for months, assaulted by the visions and memories of mopping up fresh blood off of the hard wood floors. You hadnโt been able to stop shaking, a heavy weight settling in your chest as the reality of your new employer crept in. The mountain of papers youโd been forced to sign made more sense than ever in that moment, and youโd only been able to ask yourself one question.
What had you gotten yourself into?
Youโd had no way to guess that cleaning up crime scenes would be the least of your problems. Your bloodstained hands took up all of your attention as you slowly and dazedly walked back to the servantsโ quarters, cheeks damp from your tears and wondering if there was any way to get out of this. The contract was legally binding, legally preventing you from saying a thing, so surely you could justโฆleave, right?
So distracted by the physical evidence of your part in all this, you almost ran into one of the few people who could decide your fate in this household. You hadnโt been able to stop yourself from gasping in shock, stopping in your tracks and lifting your gaze to his face. The first time you ever met him felt like a whole other life ago, the events of Ursulaโs wedding night serving as some paradigm shift.
There was only before and after, now.
Titus Danforth stood before you in all of his intimidating glory, made doubly so by the bloodstained shirt he was still wearing, and you forced yourself not to linger your gaze on it. He seemed to notice your discomfortโyour fearโand if you hadnโt known better, youโd say he relished in it. When he took a step towards you, it took everything in you not to take one back.
โWhatโs your name?โ
You forced your mind to work, blinking as you started to mumble the throw away name youโd been told to choose. However, before you could fully get it out, the older man was interrupting you with a bark of a tone. He sounded upset.
โYour real name.โ
At that, you frowned, uncertainty tainting your chest. You furiously wracked your brain, accepting that you had never been trained on such a situation before. No one in the family was supposed to even care to know your real name and anything pertaining to your personhood outside of your role as their staff, let alone go out of their way to ask for it.
You nervously swallowed.
โPernilla saidโฆโ
Your quiet words died in the air as Titus Danforth slowly shook his head, stepping towards you with an unyieldingly stern look on his features. You tried and failed to ignore the way your heart raced, keenly aware of the blood on his person and the confirmation of a violent disposition. The terrifying man before you clasped his hands behind his back, and you were forced to stare into his eyes as he held you hostage in this dimly lit corridor.
โWhatโs my name?โ he asked you, that gruff tone of his making the question sound like a growl.
โTitus Danforth,โ you answered without hesitation.
โExactly, and that means this is my estate youโre working on, my money that employs you, and my person that your boss answers to. Do you know what that makes me?โ
He didnโt give you a chance to answer.
โThat makes me your boss. That means that anything Pernilla or any one of these other disposable staff members ask of you is irrelevant as far as Iโm concerned. If she tells you to go left and I tell you to go right, you fucking go right,โ he said to you, and you nodded. โDo you understand? Say you understand.โ
โI understand,โ you forced out, finding it hard to breathe.
Your shaky breath was noticed, and you didnโt like the way he straightened, eyeing you differently now. There was the faintest twitch to his pink lips, and something resembling a faint yet cruel smile lingered.
โNowโฆwhatโs your name?โ he repeated, his voice softer now.
You quietly told him without hesitation, and he mimicked it.
โY/N,โ he said again with a nod, voice louder now. โGo get yourself cleaned up, and bring a bottle of brandy and a fresh set of towels to my room.โ
โYes, Mr. Danforth.โ
At that, he finally moved again, hand coming up between you and you werenโt able to stop yourself from flinching. He only held it there, and when he stepped towards you again, this was the closest heโd ever been. The silence was suffocating as he merely looked at you, a thoughtful look behind those hazel eyes.
โSir. I want you to call me sir, Y/N.โ
You really hated the way he said your name, and you regretted ever telling it to him.
โYes, sir,โ you whispered, and he slowly nodded, a satisfied look washing over his features.
With a simple nod, he dismissed you, and in a short time, you found yourself increasingly more worried about Titus Danforth than the bodies piling up on this estate.ย
โWhat about this one?โ
You hesitated for only a moment before answering.
โThat oneโs nice.โ
Mr. Danforth threw you a look at that to which you glanced away, and his deep laugh had a shiver crawling up your back.
โYou said that two shirts ago,โ he distractedly replied, reaching behind his head to slide it off.
โTheyโre all very nice, sir,โ you told him, an honest response.ย
You avoided looking at him as he searched for another expensive shirt that looked like any other regular shirt, wondering if you would ever stop feeling soโฆafraid around him.ย
You didnโt know how nor why, but some kind of way, Titus Danforth decided that it would be you who would see to his every beck and call no matter how small it seemed. It felt like so long since you were even able to fulfill any other kind of household duty, recalling that every time you had a broom or a duster or a load of laundry in your hand, you were being summoned by the older man.
He needed a drink or he wanted a caddie as he golfed or he needed someone to lay out an outfit for him while he showered. You were hired on to answer to the every whim and need of the Danforths, but somehow it was only Titus who consumed most of your time. It was a strange position to be in, having to constantly be around this man who frightened you, but in a wayโฆsometimes you felt like his friend. Or something like it.
The man grew up with the shiniest of silver spoons in his mouth sure, but all of the money and expensive education and best nannies the world had to offer just couldnโt refine the man. They couldnโt make himโฆfit. The expensive clothes and the handsome face could not hide how rough he was around the edges, how much he seemed to struggle withโฆbehaving.
You, a seemingly nameless staff member, barely counted as a person in their eyes, and soโฆMr. Danforth talked. He talked about any and everything to you, some of it interesting and some of it disturbing, but forced to be his confidant regardless. You were a nobody with no one of consequence to repeat it to, and he treated you like your sole purpose was to amuse and humor him.
When you heard him approaching you again, his voice pulled you from your thoughts.ย
โ...and this one?โ
He was just barely pulling it on when you looked up, and you ignored his watchful gaze as he moved closer. Sometimes Mr. Danforth watched you like he was looking for something from youโexpecting somethingโand you really wish you knew what it was at times so that you could give it to him and end that observant little stare he liked to fix you with.
โThat oneโs my favorite,โ you honestly told him, and he liked that.
You could tell by the way he tilted his head at you, a secretive smirk on his pink lips.
โThen Iโll wear this one.โ
You nodded at that, just wanting this to be over.ย
You were sure the other staff members thought you got it so easy being forced to spend so much of your time sucking up to and answering to Titus Danforth, but it was worse than scrubbing the kitchen floors to you. The man terrified you beyond belief, even more than Chester Danforth who youโd met only on occasion, the elderly man confined to a bed most days.
Mr. Danforth was quick to reactโquick to angerโand in the time you were forced to spend with him, it became clear that the man couldnโt be controlled. Ursula tried, oh she tried, but even you knew that she only had as much control over her brother as he allowed her to. Her hold over him wasnโt real, very easily broken, and you tried not to linger on the things youโd seen in your time here.
โWhat will you do while Iโm gone?โ
His gravelly voice had you giving him your attention, and you wracked your brain.
โYour father wants the main garden replanted, and itโs something Iโve been assisting with in between other duties.โ
Mr. Danforth had a look on his features like he didnโt like that, lips turned up ever so slightly as he turned his back to you, arms spread out. You rushed to grab his suit jacket from a nearby chair, helping him slide his arms through the sleeves. You didnโt like the low hum that reached your ears, and when he abruptly turned around to face you, you flinched. He was so close, and his gaze slowly dropped, and you took the silent hint.
It was scary how much you grew to know him.
โI want you to wait hereโฆuntil I get back,โ he slowly said as you buttoned the piece of clothing.
His words gave you pause, and he noticed.
โI donโt like these stupid gatherings, and I donโt want to have to hunt you down when I finally return.โ
When his jacket was buttoned properly, you took a few steps back, forcing yourself to nod. You regretted it almost immediately, briefly squeezing your eyes shut.
โYou know I hate thatโฆโ
โSorry, sir.โ
โI want to hear you say it.โ
โI understand,โ you said to him. โIโll be here.โ
He fixed you with a look that you couldn't name, and then he was gone, and you let out the breath youโd been holding.
It wasnโt the first time Mr. Danforth demanded you basically die of boredom in his bedroom while you waited for him to come back. Sometimes you had to when he was meeting with his father or having a drink with a friend in one of the studies or even when he went out for the night and brought some strange woman back to one of the many guest rooms. Heโd offhandedly mentioned once that he didnโt like bringing women back to his bedroom.
You only guessed why when you had the unfortunate task of cleaning that previously occupied guest bedroom one day, disturbed by the alarming amount of blood on the sheets.
Too many times did you find yourself fetching him a fresh towel or something to drink or even eat in the middle of the night, doing your best to ignore his state of undress while some other staffer handled the task of escorting his woman of the night off the property. You felt like a mere object with the sole purpose of serving him in some way, like a letter opener patiently waiting in his desk drawer until it needed to be used.
You told yourself that you could be spending this time doing worse things, acknowledging that at least his bedroom was five times the size of every apartment youโd ever had. During moments like this you mostly sat around in a chair, occasionally poking around in something innocent. Even rarer, you sometimes nodded off, hard to fight sleep when Mr. Danforth had you waiting around like some dog.
โฆand it didnโt help that he required so much of you.
You sometimes thought that it was fortunate you didnโt get to accomplish many other household tasks because waiting after the older gentleman took so much out of you itself. It never sank in just how much youโd been running around until it was time for bed and your body felt weighed down by sand. This being one of those times.
Approaching his bookshelf, you pulled one at random and plopped yourself into a chair.
You were at the estate for a year when Mr. Danforth made you cry for the first time.
It was a miracle really that you lasted a year before he โbrokeโ you, but the circumstances didnโt call for any other reaction. A year of doting on him and validating his every choice and fetching him his every desire no matter how ridiculous ultimately amounted to nothing. Wellโฆit wasnโt nothing, but more so the complete opposite of anything youโd ever expected.
Titus Danforth was a protective and selfish bastard when it came to anything he deemed as his. His fortune, his house, his car. Resource guarding is the term you often heard used for animals, and Mr. Danforthโnot all that removed from an animalโwas very guilty of such. You were a frequent witness to the way he snapped and growled and protectively curled over anything he thought someone was trying to take from him. That description didnโt seem like an exaggeration in your mind, thinking to yourself that thatโs exactly how he came off.
It didnโt scare you until the thing he was viciously guarding was you.
A year of answering his every beck and call had certainly garnered you the unofficial title of Titus Danforthโs servant amongst your coworkers. His food was always handed to you, his rooms were left alone by anyone but you, and it was only you who handled his every need and request. So much so that when he needed to travel, he wouldnโt hear of taking anyone but you to accompany him.
Youโd gotten sick once, and hearing that it wouldnโt be you fetching his towels, he hadnโt wanted assistance from anyone else. Of course, heโd made that known at the time in a way that was less than polite, but the message had gotten across loud and clear. You thought he just saw your labor and your time on the clock as hisโhis right, you supposedโbut you hadnโt realized that he saw you the person, not the employee, the same way.
You made a mistake by getting distracted.
Mr. Danforthโs food wasnโt quite ready when you went to retrieve it, and so youโd occupied the wait time by exchanging silly bullshit with one of the cooks you saw often. He was younger than you, but still handsome nonetheless in that boyish charm sort of way. You two werenโt best friends or anything, but you were no strangers to each other. A soft laugh had been on your lips when the kitchen grew so silent so quickly, it couldnโt help but to be noticed. The young man in front of you had swallowed the rest of what he was saying, looking over your shoulder now with a back so straight that you knew who was back there before you even turned around.ย
Titus Danforth wasnโt looking at anyone but you when you faced him, and you swallowed at a look in his eyes you werenโt used to being on the receiving end of. His hands were behind his back and his legs were spread just enough to firmly plant his feet, looking more like a strict military man than some spoiled heir. The relaxed slouch of your frame dissipated, and the older man before you took notice.
You could hear a pin drop.
โIs this how you choose to spend your time when youโre supposed to be waiting on me?โ he slowly asked, a sarcastic lilt to his tone.
โNo, sir,โ you hurried to answer. โYour food isnโt ready yetโ.โ
โSo you come back to me and tell me that,โ he sternly interrupted with a nod. โ...and then you come back down here and get it when it is ready.โ
You swallowed, starting to nod before thinking better of it.
โYes, sir.โ
Those hazel eyes of his eyed you for what felt like a long time, and youโd gotten better at not squirming beneath his gaze. You couldnโt tell what he was thinking at this moment, but you knew that you didnโt like it, and you didnโt relax at all when he turned his attention to the man behind you instead.
โWhatโs your name?โ
He accepted your friendโs response, slowly nodding.
โWhen my food is ready, you bring it to me,โ Mr. Danforth pointed at him, and you fought to keep the frown off of your face.
The grey-haired man sharply cut his gaze back to you, jerking his head, and you moved quickly, not wanting to upset him further.
His footsteps were heavy behind you as you exited the kitchen, and the walk back to his room was silent. For the most part. You could hear his breathing, that's how close he was, and you could feel the heavy and heated weight of his gaze on you. You mentally scolded yourself, torn between wanting to call yourself all kinds of idiotic names and giving yourself grace for arguably the smallest fuck up you could make.
โฆand it was your first offense too.
โI want to apologize again, sir,โ you said to him once the door was closed behind you both. โI didnโt think it would take more than a few minutes.โ
He didnโt respond right away, merely looking at you as he moved about his room.ย
โUrsula has taken it upon herself to be a gracious host to some friends tomorrow night,โ he finally said, completely ignoring your apology. โFind me somethingโฆnice to wear.โ
You felt somewhat relieved at the direction of the conversation, a soft โof courseโ leaving you as you made your way to his closet. You knew what he liked and what colors suited him best, so you were completely immersed in your thoughts when he followed you. You hadn't even heard him approach, normally so careless about the sound of his footfalls.
โDo you like him?โ
His voice surprised you, and you jumped slightly before turning to face him.
Mr. Danforth was staring at you with an expectant look on his face, brows furrowed just the slightest. He was closer than he normally stood, head tilting just a tad as you processed his words.
โIโm sorry?โ
โDo you like him?โ he repeated, saying your friendโs name.
Understanding washed over you, and you blinked.
โHeโs my friend,โ you answered with a shrug. โI see him a lot whenever I have to go down to the kitchen.โ
Mr. Danforthโs only response was a low hum, seemingly satisfied with that answer, and he took a step back just as a knock sounded on his door. You had no doubt that was the food that heโd just made such a fuss over, proven right moments later, and as you tilted your head to gaze into the bedroom, you watched the way the older man eyed the younger one. Mr. Danforth stood close to him as he watched him set down his food, thick arms crossed over his chest, and when those hazel eyes rose to meet yours, you quickly looked away.
You found it odd that he both asked for your friendโs name and asked him to bring him his food. It was unlike him, and while Mr. Danforth could be unpredictable on occasion, he was a pretty consistent man who liked his routine. Thatโs why no one was more surprised than you to be woken out of your sleep by Pernilla, the other woman telling you that Mr. Danforthโyour Mr. Danforthโwas requesting the presence of you both.
โItโs probably some poor woman heโs brought back to the estate,โ sheโd mumbled as you both hurried through the corridors. โHe must need a clean up.โ
Her wording gave you pause, and you recalled the blood you saw on occasion after he spent a night in a guest room. You had naively assumed things got a little rough, perhaps a nose bleed or some kink gone wrong, but it hadnโt occurred to you that anyone in this family could be killing people outside of a wedding night gone wrong. Your stomach churned at the thought, but you frowned as you thought to yourself that you never knew Mr. Danforth to bring women back to his room.
Your uneasy feeling only increased when you made it through his threshold.
The older man stood there in a bloodstained shirt, reminiscent of that night of Ursulaโs wedding, and his hands werenโt too much cleaner. He looked so calm, like he wasnโt standing before you as some bloody mess, and you found yourself shaking much like you had that night. As you moved closer, your vision was drawn to shiny black work shoes just barely peeking out past the foot of the bed.
โPernilla, give that to Y/N so she can start wiping this up. Go bring us a mop too.โ
He said the words so nonchalantly as you slowly moved further into the room, the frown on your face dropping completely.
The scream that left you sounded like something out of a horror movie, and you couldn't stop yourself from stumbling back against a nearby chair. Your hysteric reaction had Pernilla following you before listening to him, and you even heard her gasp. If she was just as shocked and horrified as you, she didnโt show it, and you could feel her eyes on you as you stared at the bodyโthe familiar bodyโthrough tearful wide eyes.
โPernilla,โ Mr. Danforth snapped, and she didnโt hesitate any longerโฆleaving you alone with him.
He tossed the towel at you, and it bounced off of your chest and onto the floor.
โClean this up,โ he spat, but you couldnโt move.
The body of your friend was facing away from you, facedown but the way his head was turned on his cheek allowed your eyes to connect with his empty lifeless ones. There wasnโt much blood beneath him, most of it on Mr. Danforthโs shirt, and you couldnโt stop yourself from shaking. You could hear him speaking, but barely so, the sound muffled to your ears.
When he was in your line of sight again, you just stared at him in a mixture of horror and disbelief. Your body kept going back and forth from hot to cold, growing more lightheaded by the minute as the room started to sway. You hadnโt even realized that your legs had begun to shake until you reached out for the chair to steady yourself.
โY/N,โ he finally said your name, voice gruff and bordering on angry. โClean. This. Up.โ
You just stared at him, unable to move and asking yourself why, using your eyes to ask him why.
Pernilla returned before you could move, and you could feel her looking between you both. Logically you knew that you needed to listen to him unless you wanted to lose your job or worse, but you physically couldnโt move. He was giving you a demand, and you couldnโt bring yourself to obey. A sob climbed out of your throat, and you tried to blink the tears away.
โMr. Danforth, Iโd be more than happy toโ.โ
โNo, Pernilla,โ he barked, keeping his eyes on you. โShe will clean this up.โ
Your gaze turned pleading as you looked at him, slowly shaking your head.
โNo?โ Mr. Danforth wondered, leaning in. โAre you telling me no?โ
Your breath was coming out in chops, now, and you were finding it so hard to breathe.
โPleaseโฆplease,โ you softly said. โIโฆโ
You felt like you were going to be sick, but before you could be, Mr. Danforth lunged for you. The shriek you let out was loud, a pained whine escaping you at the harsh grip he had on your arms. He was sadly just as strong as he looked, and you couldnโt swallow down your cries as he all but threw you to the groundโฆright next to his body.
You were an inconsolable mess as you attempted to stand, but the older man was right there, harsh hands on your shoulders as he forced you back down to your knees. He forced the towel into your hands, his own hands wrapping around your wrists as he physically made you move yours back and forth along the bloody floor.
โPernilla, get it out of here,โ he told her, and your sobs grew louder as she did just that, dragging the body of your friend towards the door. โY/N will clean up this mess.โ
You could barely see through your tears, crying out every time more blood got on your hands. Mr. Danforth knelt over you the whole time, fingers harshly pressing into your skin and nose gently at your ear as he forced you to do what he demanded. When the towel had served its purpose, he repeated the actions with the mop, harshly yanking you to your feet.
Mopping up the rest of the blood felt like an out of body experience, his hands over yours and his chest at your back as he forced you to participate in the disposal of your friend. When the floor was spotless, Pernilla returned to retrieve the cleaning supplies, and again you could feel her eyes on you.
You knew what she was thinking.
What did you do? How had you offended Titus Danforth to deserve this? And how had you dragged your coworker into it? The man had so much as never laid a finger on you, and in one hour heโd yanked you around and threw you to the floor into a pool of blood. You were covered in it.
With her gone, and with the floor clean, Mr. Danforth kept a firm hold on you as he forced you into the bathroom. The bright lights had you blinking and squinting, looking down as you stumbled forward. His firm chest was still at your back, and you couldnโt even linger on the oddness of that, too distracted by the blood on your hands.
When he turned on the sink, it felt almostโฆromantic as he put both of your hands under the water. The hot liquid and soap broke up the bodily fluid, and you could only tearfully watch the pink water swirl down the drain. Mr. Danforth meticulously washed both of your hands together, his even breathing in your ear such a contrast from your own. You absentmindedly noted how warm he felt against you, the smell of cigar smoke and cologne filling your nose.
When he was satisfied, he turned off the water, and he took half a second to grab a towel and push it into your hands. He held it there, and you slowly lifted your tearful gaze to meet his evenly cold one, pink lips pressed together. The grey stubble around them moved slightly as they twitched, and he eyed you with a look that made your blood run cold.
โI hope that now nothing else will distract you from me.โ
An unintelligible sound left your throat at his words, and for the first time ever, you shrank away from him in unbridled fear.
Mr. Danforth watched you keenly as you wiped down his desk, and you pretended not to notice.
Youโd always been a little terrified of him, but it was different now. Seeing the aftermath of his brutality or watching him manhandle some other staffer hadnโt prepared you for being on the receiving end of it yourself. Especially not in the manner you had that night, and you swallowed at the thought.
The memory of blood and a body haunted you for months, plaguing your mind with nightmares night after night. It made it hard to find sleep, and many days you might as well have been dead on your feet. Your friend had been killed because of you, that much you knew whether Mr. Danforth came outright and said it or not. He never did even try to give some half assed excuse that explained how an employee ended up dead in his bedroom, but this was the Danforth Clanโa family that practically controlled the worldโand what was one body of some insignificant employee?
Your friendโs fate often brought tears to your eyes.
Sometimes you wondered if youโd be next should you piss him off enough, but there was a part of you that vehemently denied that. Mr. Danforth seemed veryโฆintent on youโintent to watch you, intent to have you near him, intent to keep you. Funnily enough, that knowledge scared you more than anything, keenly aware of the way he studied you any time he so much as told you to get him a drink.
Tonight, it was several drinks.
โIโll be back late, but I want two glasses brought to my room,โ he said to you.
โYes, sir.โ
The greying man simply eyed you at that, so close and so silent as he ran his hazel eyes over your face, drinking you in. That air of distrust heโd first expressed when you first met was long gone, the older man more than sure that heโd scared you into submission, scared you so much that you would never even dream of crossing him.
You hated that he was right.
When he was around, the hours seemed to drag on for ages, but when he was gone, time seemed to fly by. Between cleaning duties and fetching a thing or two for Ursula, the hours passed swiftly, and you were informed when he was back at the estate well into the night. You were alone as you fixed the drinksโalways alone these daysโand you tried not to linger on the aftermath of that night.
None of your coworkers wanted to get too close to you, the rumors spreading amongst the staff, a mix of speculation and the truth swirling around you. Pernilla often sent you a sympathetic look when no one was looking, she being the only other witness to that horrible night and Mr. Danforthโs treatment of you. Only she had witnessed the second defining night of your time here, and as you made your way upstairs, you were unaware that a third was in the making.
So focused on pleasing him and not wanting to be on the receiving end of some other traumatic treatment, you hadnโt realized what youโd walked into until you were right in front of it. You almost dropped the tray of drinks, a full bottle of some expensive Cognac in the other hand. You were quick to steady your grip, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head away.
โI apologize, sir Danforth, I had not realizedโฆโ
Your words died in the air as you completely turned away from the scene before you.
You werenโt currently looking at them, but the sight of his taught form brutally pushing into the woman beneath him was at the forefront of your mind. You could still hear her soft moans and his heavy breathing, and you briefly looked towards the ceiling, wondering if this could get any worse.
โSet it down,โ you heard him say, voice strained and tone thick with an unsatisfied appetite.
You did as he said, placing everything just as he liked it, fully prepared to leave.
โDid I say you could go?โ
His question had you halting your steps, and your lips parted as you stared at the wall in front of you. The woman he was with made a slight noise filled with frustration and confusion, and you noted that you didnโt hear the soft movement of the bed anymore. A chill passed through you as you internally wondered if this was actually happening, and you felt you shouldโve known this night was going to be off when he brought a woman back to his bedroom.
You knew Mr. Danforth was entirely serious, and your shoulders sank.
โTurn around.โ
The huskiness of his tone has you shuddering, and you hesitated for half a second before doing just that.
You stared at the wall behind them, forcing yourself not to cry at the trajectory of your night. The room was filled with silence, and you could feel his gaze on you, watching you and watching your reaction. You didnโt understand why he was doing this, but then he told you to look at him, and your frown deepened.
When you did, he held your gaze for a few seconds before he started moving again. Your brows twitched as he fucked some woman youโd never seen before, her tan skin contrasting against his pale hue. She didnโt seem to mind, at all that you were an unwilling voyeur to this, and when the older man looked down at the woman beneath him, you looked away.
That lasted for all of four seconds.
You heard her gasp in shock and when you looked over he was up and coming towards you. You couldnโt stop your eyes from widening, keeping your gaze on his face as Mr. Danforth approached you in all of his naked glory. The muscles in his arms and chest moved with every step, and your employer didnโt stop until he was right in front of you.
His bare chest heaved as he stared you down, nostrils flaring.
โWhat did I say?โ
Your face was on fire, but your eyes were anything but, looking at him pleadingly.
โSirโ.โ
Your words were cut off as he roughly grabbed your chin, holding it in his hand as his gaze passed between your own. You glanced behind him briefly, noting the way the woman was propped on the bed, an impatient look resting on her face. When you looked at him again, his thumb brushed along your skin, and you were sickenly aware of his state of undress and his close proximity.
โYou will look at me, and if I catch you looking away, Iโm going to be very unhappy,โ he gruffly told you.
When you gave him the response you wanted, a tear skipping down your cheek, he turned his back on you.
Forced to watch this, you couldnโt do anything but wring your hands together, flinching every time his palm sharply came down against her skin. She seemed to like it, and you wished you could disassociate on command, but alas you were acutely aware of everything. Every groan he made, every curse that fell from his lips, and every animalistic noise that climbed out of this throat. You were even aware of the way his tongue touched his lip as he watched himself disappear into her and the way his stomach tightened with every push of his hips.
You felt yourself shudder every time his gaze lifted to you, and you knew that Mr. Danforth had no doubt you wouldnโt disobey him. He just wanted to watch you watch him fuck this woman. Those hazel eyes of his wanted to watch you squirm with discomfort, wanted to look at you as you observed him in his most bestialโyet vulnerableโmoments.
Your skin was warm and your head was spinning and to your great dismay, there was tightening that had begun in your lower stomach. You hated this, and youโd only been more miserable one other time in your life, but even still the sight before you had you squeezing your thighs together, wholly ashamed of what was happening.
โฆand when he came inside of her with a brutish grunt, pinning her beneath him and a thin layer of sweat coating his frame, you couldn't have run away faster, consequences be damned.
The trajectory of your relationship with Mr. Danforthโwith Titusโshouldnโt have surprised you.
โฆand yet it did.
It seemed that he didn't want to deal with the hassle of a body every time he wanted to break you a little more, so his new favorite pastime was getting his rocks off with you as a witness. Nameless woman after nameless woman was brought onto the estate, and night after night, you were forced to stand there and watch as he fucked every single one. You wondered if this was your punishment after running out that first night, or if this was inevitable and staying put wouldnโt have changed a thing.
Every time he finished inside of them, he crudely sent them on their way, promising that someone would see to it that they get home. They would leave while still struggling to get their dress zipped up or their underwear completely on, and Mr. Danforth would stride around you as naked as the day he was born, telling you to turn his shower on while he nursed his drink.
This psychosexual torture he liked to engage in was messing with your head, and he knew it, and you often wondered what the end goal was. Maybe he took pleasure in just messing with the staff, with you, or maybe this was all part of some drawn out punishment for offending him months ago. You often wondered when it would end, when he would grow bored of tormenting you or bored of even just having you around.
It had never occurred to you that he was purposely fighting against something that was inevitable.
Titus Danforth wanted you, and not just in the way that a spoiled child wants his favorite toy all to himself. He wanted every part of you in his hands and beneath his lips. He wanted all of you in every way he could get you, and the countless women he fucked underneath your terrified gaze served a purpose of satisfying the twisted sexual craving he had for the very same woman he was forcing to be a witness to his depravity.
You didnโt know any of that though.
Not until he was gruffly telling you to sit on his bed one day.
Youโd hesitated, glancing at the untouched dinner you brought him, and you could tell by the darkening look in his eye that he didnโt want to have to tell you twice. Your heart was in your stomach as you slowly walked towards the impressive piece of furniture, legs shaking with every step. You didnโt want to believe what your mind was lingering on, but something in the back of your mind scolded you, calling you a fool for never considering this is where youโd end up.ย
Any man that could kill without so much as a blink or ounce of remorse was a deviant, and any man that could force you to watch him have sex with countless women with no care to how uncomfortable it made you was a sexual deviant. It made sense in the moment that he wouldnโt just stop there, and still you hoped. His eyes never strayed from you once, and giving him one last glanceโlooking for anything that might ease your worriesโyou leaned your hands and backside against the mattress.
You didnโt miss his slow exhale as you pressed down, sliding back.
โRight there is just fine,โ he said, forcing you to stop, just seated on the edge.
The silence surrounding you was deafening, and Mr. Danforth only stared at you for a moment or two before slowly walking towards you. You couldnโt stop yourself from swallowing at his approach, and you had no doubt that he noticed. You didnโt take your eyes off of him as he stood this close to youโtoo afraid toโand you only had a few seconds to mentally prepare yourself for whatever was about to happen.
He was slow to kneel in front of you, and your fearful confusion morphed into just plain old fear when his hands found a home on your knees, slowly pushing. You couldnโt stop your lips from trembling as he parted them slightly, hands sliding up your thighs to meet at the button in the center.
โI donโt want you wearing these pants anymore,โ he quietly said to you from in between your legs as he unbuttoned them. โA skirt. Youโll look nice in a skirt.โ
Your gaze slowly lifted to the ceiling as he curled his fingers over the top of your slacks, yanking and jerking them until he was sliding them off of your legs. If he noticed the tears in your eyes, tears that eventually fell, he didnโt say anything. He likely didnโt care.
When he leaned in, you could feel his breath on your clothed skin, your legs trembling when he slowly parted your thighs further. His rough fingers gently brushed along your flesh, and you heard him deeply inhale the closer he got. His fingers were getting dangerously close to your underwear, and you could only close your eyes as he hooked a finger into them.
The tip of his tongue touched you as he held the fabric to the side, stretching it to give him access. It was a featherlight touch, and yet you jerked all the same. Your nails dug into his bed as a means to cope, wishing that you could just push him away and run off of this estate without fear of consequence, never looking back. As it were though, all you could think about was bloodstained shirts and dead bodies and a family with enough money to make you disappear a thousand times over.
Mr. Danforth gently touched you with his tongue againโฆand again, and when he did something unexpected, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your mound, you couldnโt hold in your gasp. It seemed to trigger something in him, a switch turning on as he practically growled against you before leaning back and roughly ripping the thin scrap of fabric past your thighs and off your ankles.
When the older man fully pressed his mouth to your cunt, you tried to control yourself. One of your hands slid to behind your back, struggling to remain sitting up as his stubble scratched against your thighs in a way that had you squirming. His hold was tight on you as he ate at you, tongue sliding between your folds so slowly and in a gentle way you didnโt expect. When he yanked you just a little more towards the edge, your arms faltered, and you desperately wanted to remain as unfazed as you could.
โฆbut Titus Danforth was good at what he was doing.
When he sucked at your flesh in time with pressing his tongue to your walls, you let out a shuddering breath against your will. The longer he moved his tongue inside of you, the harder it was to remain sitting up, lashes fluttering as you desperately pressed a hand to his head. He didnโt budge, and you sank your teeth into your lip.
You wanted him off of you.
No such thing was going to happen though, you knew that, and you whined in frustration. When he spread your thighs further, your arms finally caved, failing you and you stared at the intricate designs on the ceiling when you fell back. Your thighs were trembling, and steady moans started to crawl out of your throat, each one louder than the last.
You could hear yourself pleading, sometimes pleading for more, sometimes pleading for him to stop. His fingers dug into your thighs painfully as he held you open for him, and your head slowly moved from side to side in time with the heaving of your chest. When you dared to look down, all you saw was a vision of silver in between your thighs, and you threw your head back once again.
When you came, it was with an embarrassing whimper, eyes squeezed shut and thighs pressing against his head. You came so hard it almost hurt, and Mr. Danforth didnโt pull away until he felt like it, mouth completely pressed to you as you fell apart onto his tongue. When you tried to crawl away, he just held you in place, lazily curling his tongue into you and making your toes flex.
When he finally pulled away, letting you go and allowing your legs to drop, the tears finally spilled over. You laid there on his bed with tears running past your ears as he stood over you, and you didnโt know where to go from here. You didnโt want to look at him, just waiting for him to dismiss you so you could be free to lose your mind in peace.
When he eventually did, you couldnโt get away from him fast enough, grabbing your underwear and your pants with a quickness that surprised you. Your speedy exit however was stopped by a harsh grip on your arm, and when that harsh grip became outright painful, you were forced to meet his gaze, shrinking away at his close proximity.
You didnโt know what he was thinking as he intensely eyed you, and you flinched when he jerked his head.
โMy food is cold,โ was all he said, making you deflate.
When he let you go, you took a few shaky steps away from him, struggling to organize your thoughts.
โYes, sir,โ you forced out with a nod. โIโll get you a new plate, right away.โ
You felt nauseous as you grabbed the tray, legs unsteady as you walked towards the door. He didnโt stop looking at you once, and you felt deeply uncomfortable with every step you took, cringing at the wet feeling between your thighs as you made your way back down to the kitchen.
Titus Danforth was an insatiable man.
That one evening in his bedroom triggered a chain reaction of events that werenโt surprising to you, just disappointing and terrifying. The number of women he brought back to the estate decreased until he eventually brought none back at all. Why would he now? That was what you were forโa โwillingโ and bought body that couldnโt fight back or refuse him.
You didnโt know if youโd ever get used to the sound of his heavy breathing washing over you, a rough and tight grip in your hair as your lips covered his cock. That was mostly what you did at first, suck him off during just about every visit, and that seemed to be all he wanted for a time. That and spending the occasional afternoon with his face between your legs, making you fall apart again and again when you were supposed to be steaming his clothes or dusting his furniture.ย
It almost seemed like he was holding himself back from crossing another lineโthe final lineโbut you knew that it would be crossed eventually. He was never going to be satisfied with just the feel of his cock in your mouth, inevitably giving into that hunger for more. It was an every day thing, his hands on or in you, curling his fingers into you and massaging your walls, whatever task youโd been in the middle of long forgotten.
It went unnoticed. After all, it wasnโt unusual for Titus Danforth to take up so much of your time, and itโs not like the sexual abuse was taking place anywhere outside of his bedroom. For the time being anyway. The toll it was taking on you, however, did go noticed, and Ursula merely pursed her lips at the third piece of china you broke this week.
โIโm so sorry, Ms. Danforth,โ you hurried to say, looking for something to clean it up with.ย
You didnโt even bother giving some excuse, only struggling to avoid her thoughtful gaze as she looked down at you. A soft hum left her throat, and her heels slowly clicked against the floor as she circled you.
โMy brother isnโt working you too hard, is he?โ
You almost laughed at the loaded question, schooling your features and looking up at her with a tight smile.
โNo, Ms. Danfoth,โ you lied. โI just havenโt been sleeping very well.โ
That part wasnโt a lie, and the half truth seemed to satisfy her although it did nothing to lessen the frown on her face. Ursula was by no means a good woman, but you knew that she didnโt appreciate her brotherโs brutal nature. Especially when it came to women, and she only watched you for a moment more before telling you to be swift in cleaning up the mess.
Ursula was smart, and you knew that she didnโt fully believe you, but clearly she didnโt feel unnerved or worried enough to press it further. Her brotherโs attachment to you was no secret, and truthfully, sheโd probably long seen where this would inevitably lead before you had. Even if you did tell her the truth, you knew that she couldn't stop him, Ursula having no real control over Titus.
She wouldn't have been able to stop him from killing your friend just to scare you into submission nor stop him from forcing you to be a witness to whatever depravity he was up to at night nor keep his hands off of you. She especially wouldnโt have been able to stop him from fucking you.
There was nothing special about the day he first pushed his cock into you.
The sun was shining and the food you brought him was only half eaten and heโd only taken a few sips of the brown drink you brought him before he was roughly reaching for your face. Heโd never kissed you before, and the action took you by surprise, a noise of shock escaping you. His hands were tight on your face, holding you so fiercely that you couldnโt even think about getting away.
Your hands against his chest meant nothing as they became pinned between you, and as he pressed himself against you, you could feel him. You could feel his arousal, feel how hard he was, and you knew then that he had no intention of stopping. He had no intention of letting you walk out of that door without knowing what it felt like to be stretched around himโto be dominated in the way that mattered most.
You hadnโt been prepared for all the biting.
Titus liked to leave little nips along your neck and shoulder and even breasts, hands painfully tight on your skin as he drove himself into you again and again. The bands of muscle that were his arms rippled with every movement, and you hadn't been able to swallow down a single noise as he fucked you into his bed, his bare skin slapping against yours.
However brutish you thought he was during the day was nothing compared to what he was like when he had you wrapped around his cock. He was borderline feral, noises leaving his lips that sounded a lot like the growl of some predatory animal enjoying the taste of its prey. Every movement from you resulted in him tightening his hold on you like some constrictor, satisfied at the way you could barely move beneath him, serving your only purpose of taking the length of him with ease.
Titus fucked you well into the evening, coming into you with loud groans before catching his breath in the crook of your neck. You laid beneath him shaking like a leaf, chest heaving and skin glistening with sweat. When he eventually pulled out of you, any thoughts you had of leaving were shut down as he gruffly told you to get his shower going for him.
You hadnโt expected him to pull you inside with him, feeling wholly out of place as he showered with his back to you. Youโd glanced at the exit through the glass shower door, turning back only to find his intense gaze on you. He said nothingโhis eyes saying it allโand youโd swallowed as he moved closer, handing you a bar of soap and turning back around.
โMy back,โ was all he mumbled, and you listened to the unsaid request.
When you were done in the shower, you hadnโt been prepared for him to force you to your knees, a harsh grip in your hair as he pulled you closer.
Titus loved the sight of your lips wrapped around him, sometimes more than satisfied with just that, sending you on your way for the time being with the taste of him lingering on your tongue. But he didnโt love it more than being inside of you, looking the most at peace youโd ever seen him when he was watching his cock disappear into you.
Every chance he was presented with, he was fucking you with a vigor that always left you so worn out. When he summoned you to his room at night or when he bent you over his desk and even when he had you on his bathroom counter, your lips parted and head forced back as he yanked on the hair at the nape of your neck.
โLook at me, Y/N,โ he breathed, thighs pressing against yours. โLook at me.โ
There was an edge creeping into his voice when he repeated himself, and you obeyed him, tearful eyes on him as he pounded into you. Your uniform was haphazardly thrown somewhere, and one of your hands was pressed against the hard wood of his desk, the other pressing into his defined chest. Your breathing was choppy and your eyes were fluttering, the weight of unfinished tasks and all that came with Titusโ demanding appetite catching up to you.
โKeep them on me,โ he told you. โI want you to look at me when I fuck you.โ
The desk shook beneath the force of his thrusts.
โI want those pretty eyes on me when I take you apart.โ
His nose brushed against yours with every movement, and you fought to hold his gaze, recalling the last time you disobeyed him. Your backside had been sore for days, shuddering at the memory of his hand coming down again and again onto the sensitive skin of your ass cheeks.
Titus always talked to you during like a normal coupleโtelling you what felt good, telling you what he wanted you to do, praising you. It was an interesting position to be in because hours later, heโd be treating you like the servant you were, but somewhere in his twisted mind, this whole arrangement wasโฆnice. To him, this was wholesome.
So much soโฆthat when Chester Danforth demanded a marriage and an heir under threat of revoking the fortune, Titus Danforth would not consider anyone but you.
โฆwhatโฆ?โ you breathed, frowning at Ursula, tears collecting in your eyes.
She looked just as distraught as you though she did a much better job of hiding it.ย
When she requested your presence in her study one morning, youโd had no way of guessing what this could possibly be about. All sorts of possibilities ran through your mind, your unconventional dynamicย with her brother being at the top of the list. Youโd been wracked with nerves the whole way there, and the words she said to you were the absolute last thing you'd ever expected.
โItโsโฆnot going to happen,โ she slowly told you, leaning against her desk and gazing down at you. โTitus is no better than a child with his favorite toy of the week.โ
You took no offense to her analogy, often repeating something similar yourself.
โAlthough I shouldnโt be surprised at the true nature of yourโฆrapport.โ
She made a slight face at her choice of word, and you swallowed. The blonde woman didn't miss that, and she pursed her lips, something akin to a look of sympathy on her beautiful features.
โMy brother has never had any qualms about getting what he wants, no matter how frowned upon or uncouth it may be. I canโt imagine what youโve endured.โ
You blinked back tears, looking away and shaking your head in disbelief.
โFatherโs putting his foot down and giving us an ultimatum and Titus is lashing out,โ she assured you. โThatโs all this is.โ
That's what she said, but somehow you still found yourself standing before Chester Danforth in all of his sickly glory, having a discussion with him you never thought youโd have.
โWhat is the nature of your relationship with my son?โ
You said nothing to the ailing man, pressing your lips together as you fought the urge to tell him that his son was a depraved rapist, fully aware that the man in question was just outside of that door. When your lips quivered and you looked away, the older man made a noise.
โAh.โ he quietly said. โI feared that was the truth of it.โ
You werenโt some gold digging whore after the Danforth fortune, and you werenโt some wanton maneater looking to get your claws into Titus Danforth. You were a woman who realized too late that she signed every single part of her away on that fateful day, and that was the gist of what you said to him.
โIโm sure you can find some other womanโany womanโwilling to be his bride who he will be satisfied with.โ
The other man coughed, an awful hacking sound, and you flinched.
โHe demands no one but you,โ he finally breathed. โHe is entirely willing not to fight me on thisโฆso long as it is you.โ
You looked down at that.
โThat is the only satisfaction he seeks.โ
You wracked your brain, fully prepared to come up with some other argument when he spoke again, completely quieting your fears.
โIt will not happen,โ he said with so much conviction that it shouldโve offended you, but you were only glad to be in agreement with the dying oligarch. โI will not give into his childish whims.โ
The old man told you that, and you certainly believed it, but even he hadnโt been able to predict the ruthlessness Titus could possess when he felt like he was being controlled.
Chester Danforth died peacefully in his sleep, and for a long time, that's what mostly everyone believed, but only you and a few others had been privy to the screams that night. Only an unlucky few heard the sound of Ursulaโs panicked voice bouncing throughout the corridor walls, asking Titus what heโd done. Only you had the luxury of stripping the old manโs former bed, shaky gaze locked onto the small spots of blood on his pillowcase.
It wasnโt long before Ursula was singing a different tune, and you didnโt know what Titus said to her, but sheโd only watched in perfect silence and an unspoken disapproval as her brother presented you with a ring. Youโd stared at it in horror, stomach churning to a painful degree, and you made the mistake of looking to the blonde woman for help.
โDonโt fucking look at her,โ Titus snapped, and he forced your gaze back to him. โWhat are you looking at her for?โย
He tilted his head at you, that hazel stare of his so intense, and you could feel your legs shaking.
โTitus,โ you breathed, a few tears finally spilling over.ย
You could tell he was getting angry, his chest starting to heave, and when he pressed his chest to yours, all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut. The ring carried the weight of the world as he slid it onto your trembling finger.
The wedding was a small intimate affair, only close family in attendance, many of whom youโd met before but under completely different circumstances. On one hand, you felt like you shouldโve counted yourself lucky to be marrying into the Danforth family, but you knew you held absolutely no power even though you carried the name.
The ring, the dress, the ceremonyโฆnone of it was proof of your transition from a nobody to someone with a hand in the biggest influence over the world. It was not a ceremony that propped you up as an equal, worthy of walking side by side with Titus Danforth as he controlled the seat in tandem with his sister.
You were official property now.
The ring may as well have been a collar, the dress a noose, and the name a brand placed upon your skin. You were not Titus Danforthโs wife now, but his property with nothing to your name that wasnโt acquired through him. He owned you with pride, and as you said โI doโ and allowed him to fiercely press his lips to yours, there was no escaping him.
Your only hope was the wedding night.
The fucked up tradition was no secret to you, and as the defining moment drew closer, you could only hope that youโd pull the one bad card. You practically prayed for it, knowing that youโd only escape your new husband through death, and some part of you wondered if he would have what it took to do it should fate have other plans for you that didnโt involve a married life with Titus.
You begged and begged and begged for it, desiring death over this.ย
You considered it an act of mercy, one you hoped you were granted, and as you all sat around the table, no one was more nervous than you as that old intricate card dispenser was passed from hand to hand and then finally you. Your left hand felt weighed down by the ring you didnโt want, and as you turned the box in your grasp, you briefly glanced up at Ursula.
You knew if it came down to it, sheโd have no trouble killing you.
The thought almost made you smile, but you didnโt, glancing over at Titus as he leaned back in his chairโฆwaiting. You looked around at your other new in-laws too, your veil grazing your cheek as your heart raced. You could tell by the sound of him shifting that Titus was growing impatientโanxious to see how this night would progressโand you flinched a bit when the box clicked, the sound of your fate ringing in the quiet room.
You felt yourself go stiff when the card was finally in your hand.
You could hear a pin drop, thatโs how quiet it was, and the longer you stared at the card, the more your heart started to race. Your lips trembled, and you couldnโt stop yourself from collecting tears in your eyes, wanting a hole to swallow you up.ย
โWhat does it say?โ Titus impatiently asked, and when you didnโt answer he took it from you.
The tears finally spilled over just as you looked up at Ursula, a familiar deep laugh reaching your ears.
โShe got Old Maid,โ he huskily said, flipping the card around to show everybody
Light laughs reached your ears, and you tried to hide just how upset you were, but when your gaze met that of your husbandโsโฆhe saw. He saw the sadness and fear and even disappointment, disappointment that you wouldnโt be killed tonight, and his jaw clenched.
You paid for it later when it was just the two of you, consummating your marriage in true traditional fashion. Your dress was a bundle of white on the floor, and Titus had your legs wrapped around his waist. His strokes were slow and torturous, his heavy breathing mixing in with yoursโhis excited and yours pained.
His hand was tightly curled around your throat, thick fingers harshly pressing into your skin as he leisurely fucked you. He didnโt take his eyes off of you once, wanting to witness every part of you tonight, basking in the spoils of his victory.
Titus had you, officially and legally and bloodbound and all. The heaviness of your vows still rang throughout your mind, and youโd wanted to faint as you agreed to โthe possession of each otherโ. Maybe in some sick twisted way youโd never understand, Titus did belong to you, but all that mattered was that you belonged to him. The ring on your hand was proof of such.
His other hand pressed into the mattress as he curled his hips unto yours, basking in the feel of you clenching around the length of him, moving inside of you with ease. It still embarrassed you how wet you could get when he was fucking you, desperately wishing that your body could be as repulsed by him as your mind.
His facial hair gently grazed your skin, almost like a kiss, when he leaned closer. He didnโt look away from you once, and you winced when he tightened his hold on your neck.
โI know you wanted to die tonight,โ he whispered to you, and you bit your lip. โI know you wanted to pull that card and just wait for one of us to kill youโฆto take you away from me.โ
A particularly hard thrust had you gasping, and Titus hummed.
โ...but Mr. Le Bail wouldnโt do that to me. Iโve always followed the rules, always played the game well, and youโre my reward.โ
You sniffed at that, struggling to breathe under his grip.
โYou are my pretty little prize, Mrs. Danforth, and you are never getting away from me.โ
