Ruined By The Two

CALLA

“I like the dress,” Jace said from the bottom of the stairs.

I didn’t stop walking.

‘Don’t think about yesterday, don't think’

“Too short for this house,” he added, his voice teasing.

“I wasn’t dressing for you,” I muttered, passing him.

“You sure?” he called after me. “'Cause your thighs say otherwise.”

I flipped him off without turning around.

I smiled at the guard near the door. “What’s your name?”

He hesitated. “Luca.”

“Nice to meet you, Luca.”

“Calla,” Damien said sharply.

I turned. “What? I'm not allowed to say hello now?”

He didn’t answer. Just kept watching.

Later that afternoon, one of the guards found me in the garden.

“Boss wants to see you. Office.”

Of course he does.

I walked in slowly. Damien was behind his desk, arms folded.

“Sit.”

I sat.

“No. On your knees.”

I blinked. “What?”

He stepped around the desk, stood in front of me. “Kneel.”

“I’m not some dog—”

“You want to act like a brat, you’ll learn what it means to kneel. I’m not asking again.”

I hesitated. Then dropped to my knees, fists clenched.

“Good girl,” he said softly.

I looked up. “What now? You gonna humiliate me?”

He crouched in front of me, eye-level. “You think submission is weakness?”

“You tell me.”

“No. Submission is power. Knowing when to give in. Choosing who to kneel for. That’s power.”

His voice was low.

He touched my chin. “Don’t test me, Calla.”

“I already am.”

He stood. “You can go.”

I stood slowly, brushing my knees off. “Is this how you treat all your guests?”

He didn’t answer. Just watched me leave.

I didn’t know why I was crying.

Maybe I did.

Everything here was twisted. Controlled. And yet… I kept reacting. To both of them.

“Hey.”

I looked up.

Jace stood over me. He crouched and wiped my cheek with his thumb.

“What do you want?” I whispered.

He didn’t answer. Just leaned closer, kissed the curve of my neck. Slow. Gentle.

Then he stood and walked away.

I touched my neck where his lips had been.

I hated him. I hated this place.

But my body…

It didn’t hate anything.

I stood up and went to the room.

I tossed and turned. My body was restless.

Then I dreamed.

I was on my knees.

Not in Damien’s office.

Somewhere darker. Somewhere hotter.

I felt him before I saw him—Damien. Behind me. His hands smooth and strong as they gripped my waist.

“You wanted to test me?” his voice was low, deadly calm.

“I hate you,” I whispered.

He leaned down, breath hot against my ear. “Then why are you dripping for me, Calla?”

I gasped as his hand slipped between my thighs. Rough. Knowing. He didn’t rush.

He owned.

Then he was gone.

Replaced.

Jace now.

He dragged me back by the hair, made me look up at him.

“You act like a brat, but this is what you want.” He smirked, kneeling in front of me. “On your knees. Beg.”

“I won’t.”

“You already are.”

He pulled my legs open, fingers slipping inside me without warning. I moaned—shocked by how good it felt. How wet I already was.

“I could make you scream,” he whispered. “But you’d like that too much.”

Damien stood behind me again.

Jace in front.

Their hands moved like they’d done this before. As if they’d planned it.

One gripped my throat. The other slid fingers deeper.

“You were never free,” Damien said.

“You were always ours,” Jace added.

I arched between them.

Torn.

Shaking.

Pleasure spiraling.

I opened my mouth to scream—

Then I woke up.

Sweating.

Soaked.

Breathing hard, hand already between my thighs. I froze.

“What the hell is wrong with me…”

Just then, there was a knock.

"We need to talk. Now."

I sat up in bed, pulling the blanket tighter around me. "About what?"

He didn’t answer.

The door opened before I gave permission. Of course.

He walked in, still in his dark suit, hair perfect like always. His eyes went straight to my face, then lower—to my flushed cheeks, the sweat on my chest.

He knew.

"It’s about Silas."

I frowned. "Who the hell is Silas? The guy who came the other day? That creepy one in the black suit?"

Damien didn’t blink. "Yes."

"Okay, and? What does that have to do with me?"

He stayed silent for a second too long.

"Damien."

"He wants you."

I stared at him. "What? What do you mean wants me? For what?"

"Revenge. He’s a rival. One of the most dangerous men alive."

I scoffed. "Why would he want me? I’m nobody. I have nothing."

Damien walked toward the window and pulled the curtain aside.

"You think this is normal? These guards, the rules, the locked doors—you think I do that for fun?"

"No. I think you're insane."

"Your mother tried to keep you away from this world. She thought she could hide you. But Silas found out about you anyway. He thinks you know something. Or maybe he just wants to hurt me. Either way, he won't stop."

I stood. "This is messed up. I want to leave."

"You can't."

"You don't own me!"

Damien turned around, slow. His eyes were cold. "Calla. If you step one foot out of this house unprotected, you will die. Do you understand? Silas won't just take you. He'll make a statement. Your body will be found in pieces."

My mouth went dry. I opened it to say something, but nothing came out.

"You think you're safe out there? You think the world is kind? You're marked. Whether you like it or not."

"Because of you," I snapped. "Because of this insane life I didn’t choose."

Damien's jaw clenched. "Neither did your mother."

"Don’t bring her into this."

"She knew the risks. She married me anyway."

"Why didn’t she ever tell me?"

"To protect you. And maybe because she was ashamed."

My chest tightened. I turned away. "This is bullshit."

"You’re not going anywhere, Calla. And if you try again, I won’t be nice next time."

"Nice? Locking me in rooms? Bugging my space? Threatening me? That’s your definition of nice?"

"You’re alive, aren’t you?"

"Barely."

He walked up behind me, close enough to feel his breath. "I’m not your enemy. But if you keep testing me... I won't save you from the ones who are."