Chapter 5
All Cassis could do was imagine himself moving inside his pale sister, holding her tight, because the idea of her willingly joining him was impossible.
So, in his fantasies, he always ignored her pleas, took her by force, bound her, pressed her down while she sobbed and begged him to stop.
He’d had these filthy thoughts more than once.
‘Cassis?’
‘…Yes, Sister.’
Whenever their fingers brushed, he often wanted to seize her wrist, to kiss her. He couldn’t count how many times he’d felt the urge to twist her wrist.
After their father died in a carriage accident, he spent three exhausting days at the funeral, barely able to stay awake. But even then, seeing his sister crying beside him, he found himself aroused.
Am I really losing my mind?
If he undressed her from those black mourning clothes, he’d see her pale skin underneath.
He wanted to kiss her there. He wanted to look down on that tear-stained face from above.
But then he discovered the document stating that the woman he called ‘sister’ was not actually a member of the Ashed family. For the first time, he felt grateful to his father, whom he had never liked.
If she wasn’t an Ashed, who would protect her?
The Silyd family? The very people who were rumored to have abused Lilia Silyd?
Cassis’s heart pounded.
S**t. That meant he could keep her by his side. If he’d known this before, he could have taken her long ago. But even so, she was still his sister…
His mind went blank. Cassis drank heavily.
The alcohol dulled his senses.
As always, he pictured that pale silver hair. Swig after swig of strong liquor, until he finally looked down and let out a hollow laugh at the bulge in his pants.
Then, someone knocked at the door. Normally, Cassis would have sobered up and thought things through the next day.
Maybe he should have given her money and sent her off, or maybe proposed and asked her to stay by his side. Either way, he would have tried to hide these filthy desires and approach her in a ‘normal’ way.
But instead—her head poked in, silver hair gleaming, her face tired but clear.
‘Cassis, are you…?’
When Cassis came to his senses, he found himself gripping Lilia’s wrists, and in the next blink, his lips were crushed to hers in a desperate kiss.
He lost control for just a moment, and when he came to, his sister was beneath him, moaning.
Just like in his fantasies.
From that moment on, he became utterly unhinged. He gave in to his lust, forced himself on her when she said no.
She was even more fragile than he’d imagined. Her legs parted with almost no effort, her arms weak when she tried to push him away.
He’d push her until she passed out, and even when she did, he kept going until she woke up again. He repeated it over and over.
No matter how many times he did it, his mind was a mess.
He did it again and again, night after night, turning her screams into his own twisted symphony, but the darkness in his head only grew.
Eventually, when he could no longer delay claiming the title of Duke, Cassis finally left for the imperial palace.
He’d been rougher than usual that last night—Lilia didn’t even get up afterward.
On the journey to meet the Emperor, to receive the title, and even on the way back, Cassis thought about it constantly. By the time he arrived home, he’d decided that he would keep his ‘sister’—who’d never truly been his sister—by his side.
He remembered how Lilia hadn’t smiled once since the death of their parents. He resolved to be kinder to her from now on.
But what greeted him at the mansion was a cold, empty room.
“I’m sorry, sir. We’re searching for her as we speak.”
“I see. So, my sister has…”
That pitch-black feeling he’d finally managed to suppress crept up again. Cassis spoke in a cold voice.
“Call the knights.”
But when he lifted his head, everyone in the study froze. Because Cassis’s expression was so cold, it looked as if he could kill someone on the spot.
He thought of that pale woman, now escaped from his grasp, and the idea of her smiling at someone else made him seethe with anger.
He immediately assembled the knights.
“Duke.”
Cassis curled his lips into a faint smile.
“Bring my sister back.”
The Ashed family’s First and Fourth Knight Orders began scouring the city like rats.
* * *
Lilia unpacked her things in a shabby inn.
In her current state, it was impossible to go any farther.
Praying that nobody would recognize her, Lilia went down to the first floor to ask for some medicine.
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