Chapter 5: You're Already Tainted

Faye's POV

The atmosphere around us froze in an instant. Lucy glanced at Thor and Lucian's blank expressions, and a victorious smile spread across her face.

"Oh… so they didn't know about Damon at all?"

Her tone was sly, as if she'd just found something to hold over me.

That face flashed through my mind — handsome, and yet a face I hated with everything I had. Exhaustion and resignation crashed over me all at once.

It was a painful chapter of my past I had no desire to revisit. I raised a hand, cutting off whatever else Lucy was about to say.

"Alright. If you want to stay in this house, fine. There are plenty of rooms — pick whichever you like and have the staff clean them up."

I pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose, suddenly tired, and glanced sideways at Lucian. "Satisfied? You can stay here with my sister. I'm exhausted — can you please stop making a scene?"

Rather than satisfaction, Lucian's face showed something closer to panic. His beast ears drooped lower, and even his tail went still.

He reached out toward me, but Thor stepped between us and shoved his hand back.

"Faye, that's not what I actually wanted. I only—"

Thor's palm raked across the back of Lucian's hand, drawing blood. Lucian didn't seem to register the pain at all. He kept his eyes fixed on me.

I took Thor's hand and turned toward the stairs, done with this whole circus. Then I paused and looked back at Lucian.

"I don't care what your original reasons were. I asked you to come back for one reason — to break the contract."

"Lucian. You've made yourself dirty. I'm disappointed in you."

I headed upstairs without waiting for a response. I heard him stumble behind me, but I didn't look back. I went straight to my room and ran a bath.

Thor followed me in, efficiently stripped off his own clothes, then helped me out of mine and lifted me into the tub.

I sat in silence. Thor gathered my hair back and pressed a soft kiss to my earlobe.

"Master, I can get rid of all of them. I'll be clean about it."

I shook my head.

"Too attached?"

I exhaled. "I brought him home myself. He was never just a tool to me — I genuinely liked him."

"Understood." Thor nuzzled against my ear, then slowly trailed his lips down to my neck and shoulder. "Then let me make you feel better. Alright?"

His hands moved over me and heat bloomed low in my belly, spreading upward.

He seemed to know my body better than I did. His arms slid under mine and cupped both my breasts — one hand teasing my nipple, the other kneading firmly.

My breathing quickened.

Thor turned my head and kissed me, his tongue pushing past my lips and coiling around mine, unhurried and thorough.

His left hand dipped beneath the water and found my clit — already stiffened — without any hesitation.

"Excited already?" he murmured against my mouth, amused.

"You're so wet, Master. Dripping, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he hooked my left leg over the edge of the tub to open me up, then pressed his fingers against my entrance — not pushing in deep, just circling and stroking at the rim. His other hand gripped my breast harder.

Behind me, his cock was fully hard, twitching against the small of my back with every breath.

My voice came out soft and breathless, punctuated with short, muffled moans.

"Thor — it's not enough—"

He responded as if I'd given a direct command. His middle and ring fingers slid inside me and began to curl and pump, faster and faster. His other hand rolled my clit between his fingers. I stopped trying to muffle anything.

"Faster — I'm close—"

Thor laughed low against my ear and gave me exactly what I asked for — harder and faster at once.

I came moments later, shuddering in his arms, my whole body trembling.

"Better now?" he asked, fully aware of the answer.

I shot him a withering look.

He understood immediately. He placed my hands flat against the bathroom wall, positioned my feet on the rim of the tub, and pressed my hips down.

"Tell me if you want more."

His thumb toyed with my lips from behind, grinning at me.

I looked back over my shoulder, reached back to spread myself open, and said in my most deliberately provocative voice, "Stop stalling. Put it in."

Thor surged forward and drove his cock into me in one hard thrust.

My body clenched around him hungrily, gripping tight.

He sucked in a sharp breath. "God, you're squeezing so hard, Master — keep that up and you'll break me off inside you."

"Less talking," I said. My legs were already shaking. "Move."

He obeyed. His hips snapped into a hard, relentless rhythm, driving me up again and again. One hand steadied my hip; the other turned my face to the side toward him.

"Does it feel good?"

"So good—" I managed, barely coherent.

"Good enough to forget all that bullshit out there?"

I couldn't answer. My mind had gone soft and hazy — nothing left in it but sensation.

"Guess not quite enough yet," Thor said, as if making a diagnosis.

He drove his hips forward in one deep, deliberate stroke, burying himself to the hilt. I opened my mouth to cry out, but the pleasure was so total that no sound came. He slid two fingers between my lips, stirring slowly against my tongue.

"Faye. You're so beautiful."

He didn't start moving again. Instead he shifted my position — turning me to face him, lifting me off my feet and pinning my back against the wall, both legs wrapped around him, suspended. Then he straightened up and began to fuck me properly.

The impact rattled my breasts with every thrust.

With no floor beneath my feet, I had nothing to brace against except the wall behind me — which only pressed me harder onto him with each stroke. I could see the outline of his cock pressing against the skin of my lower belly every time he drove in.

It was obscene. It was perfect.

I lost count of how many times I came. Possibly I never stopped.

We stayed in the bathroom until Thor had come twice. Only then did we finally collapse onto the dry bed.

"How are you feeling now?" He propped himself up on one arm and looked down at me.

I ran my fingers idly over the muscle of his chest, thoroughly satisfied.

"Much better."

Then a knock at the door. Lucy's voice.

"Faye. Come out for a minute."

I opened the door to find her standing there with tears in her eyes.

"Faye, I know you're still angry at me. That many times — are you alright?"

She had pitched her voice at exactly the right volume — just loud enough to carry downstairs. I heard Lucian's hands jerk and a plate shatter on the floor.

I smiled thinly. "What does that have to do with you? Or are you just jealous because you're not getting any?"

Thor stood at my shoulder, his tail swinging in a wide, cheerful arc, occasionally brushing across my arm.

Lucy's smile flickered for just a second. Then, as if nothing had happened, she looped her arm through mine and steered me toward the stairs.

But at the top of the staircase, she let go — and shoved.

Thor's reflexes were faster. He caught me before I could fall.

Lucy, however, pitched herself forward and tumbled down the steps. Lucian came running at the sound, and crouched to gather her into his arms.

He held her with visible tenderness. Lucy was already crying, already speaking before he could ask.

"Don't blame Faye — she just lost her footing. It was an accident. She didn't mean it."

Lucian looked up at me, his brow furrowed. "Why did you push her?"

The transparency of Lucy's little performance made me almost want to laugh. I didn't bother defending myself.

Thor, however, spoke up. "No wonder Faye wants to break the contract. Keeping a fool like you around is nothing but a drain."

"You—"

Lucian bristled instantly.

Thor looked down at him from the top of the stairs. "What? Want to try something?"

I raised an eyebrow and watched the scene play out. I found it more entertaining than anything else.

I was done arguing about it.

"Enough. Let's eat."

I stepped past both of them and took my seat at the dining table. The other three followed and sat down.

Dinner was quiet. Lucian was the only one who kept speaking — asking me how everything tasted, asking if I wanted more of this or that.

Honestly, he knew me well. He knew exactly what I liked. He just hadn't bothered to act on it until now — not once during all the time we'd had together. Now that I'd truly written him off, he'd decided to make himself attentive.

Laughable.

I didn't respond to a single thing he said. When I'd eaten enough, I excused myself and went upstairs to work.

I had an established rule with Thor: when I was working, he was not to disturb me. I needed to concentrate.

My bedroom door opened anyway.

I didn't turn around. "We had an agreement," I said, my patience already fraying. "Don't interrupt me when I'm working."

No answer.

I turned around, puzzled.

Lucian was kneeling at my feet.

He was wearing the nipple clamps and chest chain. A cock ring circled the base of his shaft. His pale thighs bore the leg bands I'd bought. A collar sat around his throat, and he was holding the attached chain in his mouth. He had crawled on all fours from the doorway — deliberately, slowly, with his back arched low — and now he extended his neck and let the chain fall into my hand.

I stared at him. I hadn't expected this. These things had been gifts I'd bought for him long ago. He had treated every single one with contempt back then — wouldn't touch them, had probably thrown most of them away. And now here he was, wearing everything, kneeling at my feet.

Lucian lowered his head and cradled my foot in both hands, pressing his lips to it. Then he tilted his face up at me — those red eyes wet and heavy, brows knitted, carrying the particular look of someone trying very hard to appear wronged.

"What is this?" I asked.

Lucian looked away and said nothing for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was stiff and reluctant.

"About what happened earlier — don't blame Lucy for it. She's just oversensitive. I'm here to apologize on her behalf."