The Curse Behind The Mask (Dirty Heroes Collection Book 6)

by Holly J Gill

  I moved to a chair to be seated.

  “It is the truth. I swear to you,” he kneeled before me. Tears in the corners of his eyes.

  I looked at him and swallowed. “How?”

  He shrugged his shoulders, his face filled with sorrow.

  “Megan, if I could take it all away…if I had to take you away from here…start afresh, I would,” he added.

  “So, this curse has control over everyone?” I asked.

  “Well, most men.”

  “My daddy,” I questioned.

  “I have no idea, but then he was no doubt left with no choice but to hand you over. She’s evil and will do whatever means to get what she wants. Megan,” he reached for my hands and gently caressed them. “I had every intention to fuck you, only…I can’t explain why…or what happened when I saw you. The Queen mentioned I broke; you broke some of the curse that made me evil.”

  “Is this why you’re so perverse?”

  “I guess so, I had no idea the Queen had opened the box, until she told me.” He placed his right hand to my cheek, running his thumb over my lips.

  8

  Elijah

  I had no idea what was going on inside her head she had so much to take in. I prayed she believed what I told her, as it was the truth. For the first time in years I told the truth, and not what she longed to hear.

  Megan was so beautiful, so unique and even if the monster took her, he was still me…I took her. I stole her virtue, she belonged to me. I am her prince, and I was determined to show her how much she meant to me.

  I hoped the Queen didn’t return soon, so I could show Megan how much I desired her.

  I laced my hand through hers and walked her to the bed.

  I removed my shirt, and stepped closer to her, placing my hands on her cheeks. I pressed my lips to hers gently, waiting for her to respond, I was not going to push her.

  “Elijah, I don’t know…” she whispered.

  “Allow me to take away the darkness, bring you the light, and give you the love you deserve,” I whispered.

  I kissed her lips tenderly and she closed her eyes. I knew this was not going to be easy for her, I did not deserve her forgiveness.

  I softly pressed my lips to her soft ones, and she kissed back, she responded. I wanted to do a fucking happy dance. I flicked my tongue out and licked her lips as she opened up, and I dived in. Our tongues dancing. I was not going to push her into anything, she was in full control.

  She rolled her tongue around mine; my entire body was controlled by her. Her hands slipped to my trousers as she undid them. I helped her undress me, kicking off my shoes. My slacks fell to the floor, and I kept our mouths locked together as I kicked and pulled them off. I fell backwards onto the bed as Megan laughed, she was exquisite. My cock was hard for her, there was no way she could miss it.

  She sucked in a breath, and stared down my body, drinking in my features. She stopped at my groin, as I used my elbows to keep me risen. I hitched my brows and smiled at her as she placed her finger to her mouth.

  Her eyes found mine, and then she looked at my cock again, I knew what she was thinking, this was for her.

  She stripped off her vest top and jeans and stood before me wearing matching lace panties and bra. I hated seeing the bruises on her body. I gulped. The Queen had much to answer for.

  She stepped closer, moving between my thighs. She chewed her lower lip.

  “Can I…”

  “You can do whatever you want to me. I am yours for the taking, here, now and forever.”

  She removed her panties and bra, allowing me to admire her body. She moved to the side, and kneeled on the bed and on all fours and made her way seductively to me. Megan gently placed her hand on my cock, and he bounced. I closed my eyes, and the sensation was astonishing.

  “Megan, take him.”

  Much to my surprise, she straddled me and nudged her bottom back, so he sat between her folds. I watched as she chewed her lower lip.

  “It’s ok.”

  She tilted her head to the side, to look unsure. “I don’t know what to do,” she tenderly spoke. “Can you…”

  I forgot for a split-second the only sex she encountered was me being a monster. I will take control, in the gentlest way possible.

  I turned us over. I kissed her lips and she heaved her breath.

  “I’ll be gentle,” I told her softly.

  I placed the head of my cock at her entrance and pushed him inside her. I gradually deepened my penetration, sinking inside her wet core. Her mouth gaped open, I was ready to withdraw if she was in pain,

  “Are you ok?” I asked, concerned.

  “Mmm Mmm,” she replied, her eyes shut tight. My dick was trapped inside her, she clenched her muscles around him, almost suffocating him. With care, I pulled out and pushed back in hearing her moan in pleasure.

  Blood pumped furiously to my tip and I feared I would not be able to hold on for much longer as her sweet wet pussy drank me. I gazed up at her, her eyes were shut tight, enjoying my rhythm.

  “Megan, um…oh no…shit.” I grabbed her by the hips and pulled my dick out and shot my load all over her tummy.

  I had no idea how many times we made love, but it was earth-shattering. She took to giving me a good blow job, and boy, did she blow my motherfucking dick off.

  We snuggled up on the bed, my arm wrapped around her as she snuggled into my chest.

  “I think I’m falling in love with you, Elijah,” she spoke softly.

  “What?”

  “I think I love you.”

  With that, my body started jerking. Megan flew off me as I sat up, my body tingled, and started to shake violently a shudder ran through me crippling me almost. My entire body was in spasm. I stood only for my feet to give way and sent me into a heap on the floor.

  “Elijah…Elijah,” I heard my beauty call. I had no idea what was going on and feared for my life, and Megan’s.

  I curled into a ball as she wrapped her body around mine.

  “Oh my God, please don’t take him. What is happening,” she screamed in panic.

  I couldn’t speak, my body was in spasm, a current travelled from my head to toe. My heart raced. My breath was stolen and I struggled to breathe which made me lack oxygen to my brain.

  “Elijah, please…”

  The door to the room flung open…

  “Cease her,” the Queen ordered.

  I lifted my head as much as I could, only I had no strength. I had nothing I was paralyzed. I wanted to save her. I want to protect her, only I can’t. I am feeble from whatever happened to me.

  “Elijah,” Megan screamed to penetrate my eardrums.

  I tried to reach to stop them from taking her. The guards had my girl, my naked beauty.

  All I could hear was Megan’s voice as she begged for them to release her.

  The Queen knelt before me and took hold of my chin and glared into my eyes.

  “Oh, my dear brother this is so tragic… it would appear she has broken the curse. Has she told you she loves you?” she mocked and added a cruel laugh.

  I still had no words. I tried to speak; nothing came out.

  “It looks like I need to redo the curse on you, quite sad really, because the next time your monster sees her, he will kill her and…you’ll remain a sadistic for the rest of your life. I hope you enjoyed her words, as it’s the last time you’ll ever hear them.”

  “Take him,” she ordered.

  I was grabbed and dragged out the room. My feet were like spaghetti, unable to feel them let alone use them.

  Carted I was through the house and into a room that I was never allowed to use, it was her room.

  Thrown I was into a chair and strapped down. I glared at The Queen, her eyes dangerous and full of venom. I glanced around to see shelves of potions, books and on the table the pandora’s box, wide open.

  “Oh, look how defenceless you are again and for the same girl.” She shook her head as I tried to find my voice but no
thing. “I will laugh, I never thought it would be possible for you to find true love in the past few weeks especially as your thirtieth birthday is looming and if you didn’t find true love before you were thirty, you would… you would fall forever into the darkness, and would never come back. You’d spend the rest of your days in the dungeon. Only nooooo, you had to find that bitch… and now she’s said it…she said the words…the spell is broken, for now…I need to find the spell to reverse it and make you dark once again.” Her voice toxic.

  I tried to speak, only it came out slur.

  “Don’t bother dear brother… bring me the girl, she can watch. I am so going to be entertained.”

  I mumbled and attempted to scream, but all was a waste of time.

  “Oh, stop your whining. I am trying to concentrate,” she added as she looked through a large spellbook on a table.

  The door flung open and there was Megan to be dragged inside the room, naked. She was thrown into a chair and strapped down. I gazed at her as she did back. Full of broken heartedness, I wish I could tell Megan all would be fine, only that would be a lie. Once the curse was placed on me.

  “I could boast it’s all been far too easy, keeping you from true love. I made sure I placed every obstacle in the way, including opening Pandora’s box all so you wouldn’t inherit your parent’s fortune…now…I have to stop you again.”

  I glanced at Megan as she listened to her devilish words.

  “Do stop causing me trouble dear brother. It’s really becoming stressful. So…” She clapped her hands and moved to the book of spells. “Let’s get this show on the road. Any last words to him bitch before he slaughters you?” The Queen asked Megan. I attempted to shake my head and gave her a sorrowful look.

  This was a nightmare and I had no answers as to how to get out of this. She had gone to all this trouble to prevent me from getting my inheritance. She cursed the men because of her greed.

  Megan gazed at me. I started to get a slight bit of sensation back into my legs and hands, tingling. Our stare was one of sorrow and fear. I knew exactly what she was thinking, and I was to blame for it all. No…it was the Queen who brought her here, how dare she bribe her father to make her come to the ball, then if she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have felt true love, and that right now was priceless.

  I mouthed to her, “I love you.”

  She smiled for her to mouth back, “I love you.”

  My toes and fingers were now back, as a strange sensation came all over me.

  “Are you not going to say anything, little whore?” The Queen spoke.

  9

  Megan

  “Oh, do hurry we don’t have all day,” The Queen added. The woman held no shame, no morals and certainly no care.

  “Thank you,” I spoke to Elijah.

  “What the hell you are thanking him for?” The Queen questioned.

  “Thank you for not auctioning me off and for taking me under his control.”

  “What the hell does that mean? Auction you?” I gazed for a few seconds at The Queen. “You were the girl I went to your father’s house and paid him for your virginity, or I’d kill you both…that is you?” Her eyes widened. “I had wondered what had happened to you. Well either way you were fucked and hard, so I don’t care…back to the spell…I’m sick of this shit.”

  “Was this all to stop me from getting my inheritance,” Elijah spoke out.

  The Queen turned to him. “Yes. I want it all and you brother have been nothing but a pain in the arse! What do you think truly happened to father and his bitch?”

  “They had an accident…” Elijah gawped at Queen. “You didn’t…”

  “Oops, my dear brother has worked it out. Yes, I made it look like an accident when really I wanted them out the way and now…it’s your turn.”

  Tears welled in his eyes as I saw his face turn to solemn.

  “You killed them?”

  “Yes, dear brother, so I could own everything. It was working fine until you met that stupid bitch.” She pointed at me.

  “She’s innocent in all this. You threatened her father. Leaving him with no choice, you hold no shame,” he retaliated.

  “Oh hush, you really are annoying me. Spell, to kill the bitch.” I watched as she went through the pages of a large book.

  Elijah gazed at me and mouthed. “I love you! I am so sorry.”

  I smile, I didn’t blame him for this mess. It was obvious she wanted everything and what she wanted she got. The woman was pure evil.

  “Fabulous…” she raised her voice and clapped her hands.

  The room was littered with her guards and a light was shone onto a rug…the star like before. They marched to Elijah and wasted no time in removing him from the chair.

  “You bitch…I hope you rot in hell,” he yelled as he kicked and lashed out in any attempt to get away.

  He was placed on the rug and tied down, spread wide eagled.

  “I fucking hate you. You can have the whole damn lot…I don’t want anything. Take it! Own it! Do what you please,” he pleaded.

  “I don’t trust you brother, I never trusted father or his wife, hence the reason they ended where they did. His words strangely enough were the same. I don’t believe you or anyone else around you,” she seethed.

  My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.

  “Any last words before I cast the spell.”

  “Fuck you.”

  My heart swelled into the pit of my tummy. This was the part I died.

  The room went dark except for the flickering of the candles. She began to talk some weird crap as she talked from the book.

  Sparks and smoke erupted all around Elijah. His body jolted and spasmed as she continued to say her strange words.

  Smoke filled the room, surrounding Elijah and from nowhere all went silent and stilled.

  Elijah exhaled and lifted his upper body from the floor.

  “Free him,” she ordered.

  I swallowed as my heart raced inside my chest. Panic took over me. I tried to get my hands out the restraints, in hope to get away from Elijah, he was going to kill me. I glanced around the room in hope there was one last try of getting out of here. I need to get out of here. I pulled on my retrained wrists, only there was no shifting. Time wasn’t on my side and Elijah would murder me, how I had no idea and truthfully, I’d rather he knocked me out and did it then. The thought of being awake when he killed me, scared the living crap out of me.

  I look at Elijah as the guards move around him. I couldn’t see him. The Queen stepped to the side staring at me. She grinned.

  Elijah stood before me. His eyes dark, and sunken like before. I swallowed. He took a few steps closer to me. He rubbed his hands together.

  “Such beauty. Such elegance.”

  “She is Elijah,” The Queen added.

  “Such a shame that I have to tear you, limb from limb.”

  I choked back a sob.

  “Please, please…” The words fell from my mouth, aware they were to be my last.

  Elijah moved closer and kneeled before me. Tears ran down my cheeks. He was under the influence of her curse and I had no chance of surviving.

  “Untie her,” his voice deep and hungry.

  “No, please I beg you, Elijah…”

  His eyes wide, pupils dilated… “My dear girl,” he placed his finger under my chin to lift my head up. “Do not refer to me as Elijah…I am your master and going to seek the greatest of pleasure out of your…” He glanced down at my naked frame, “body. Untie her and take her to the dungeon.”

  “No, please, no,” I scream. I kick and thrash as the men take hold of me and swoop me up like I am nothing. I am carried out, with every attempt to hit, and make them drop me somehow, only these brutes were bigger and stronger than me. “Please, please don’t do this,” I cry as my voice lowers aware, I was wasting my breath. I had to admit defeat, I had to accept my life was soon to be over and it looked like he was going to torture me to the end. Tears stream
down my cheeks as my heart raced in my chest, scared and full of anguish.

  I thought of my dad and how he had no choice but to send me to the ball, I had been safer in isolation in my bedroom. My whole life flashed before me, petrified this was my last day to breathe. I’m so young. I have my life ahead of me. I want to meet a man and be hopelessly in love with him, share a house and children, only all that was to be a dream.

  Placed on a bed, my legs wide apart and arms up above my head as I’m strapped down. I see no point in wrestling with these men as I’m out of energy and my mind’s empty. I have nothing. I press my lips firmly together and pray whatever Elijah will do will be quick and I’ll suffer no great pain.

  I wait and wait for him to enter the room.

  It felt like ages since I had been strapped down and left here. The more I waited the more my mind started to think overtime and what was going on, what was keeping him. Surely it didn’t take this long to pick a weapon and come and kill me. Then he could use his bare hand and strangle me.

  The dungeon’s dark, cold and I hear water dripping. The bed was nothing special and certainly wasn’t the comfiest. I wiggled my bottom to get comfortable only no use. I am so cold, freezing almost. I tremble in coldness, my nipples taunt and my pussy…I glance down my body to see it covered in goosebumps.

  The door opened. I lifted my head to see The Queen and behind her was Elijah.

  “Oh fuck.”

  I had hoped he’d changed his mind and the curse might have eased.

  He marched over to me when I noticed he pulled out a riding crop and placed it between my legs, on my folds. I braced myself for him to slam the crop on me, only instead he rode it up my body and between my boobs.

  “I have a present for you,” he hissed.

  I said nothing.

  “Would you like to see it?”

  “Not really, but do I have a choice?” I managed to mumble.