Chapter 146: Dark Defiance
**Avery**
The Ancient One’s presence now looms over me after he laid me on the bed, his breath hot against my skin as he traces the curves of my body with his tongue and teeth. His touch is deliberate, a master’s hand mapping every inch of me, savoring me like a feast. My group watches from the shadows, their eyes wide with a mix of envy and awe. They know the stakes and cost of my refusal, yet they remain silent, bound by their unspoken desires and fears.
My breath hitches as the Ancient One’s lips press against the hollow of my throat, his teeth grazing my pulse point. I feel his power, ancient and unrelenting, but I refuse to yield. My mind races, my body trembling on the edge of surrender, but I clench my fists, digging my nails into my palms. The safeword lingers on my tongue, a forbidden fruit that could end this trial but bind me to him forever. I won’t say it. Not yet. Not when I feel something stirring within me—a darkness, a power tied to my past, to Altima, and to my brother, the light to my shadow.
The Ancient One pulls back, his eyes burning with a mix of admiration and frustration. “You are resilient, little queen,” he purrs, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “But resilience alone will not save you. Submit. Let me break you, and I will show you the depths of your own strength.”
I smirk as I meet his gaze. “Break me? You’ll have to try harder than that.”
His laughter fills the chamber, deep and resonant, as he steps back, his hands gesturing to the room. “Very well. Let us play a game, shall we? A game of submission and defiance. You will endure, and I will guide. But remember, little queen, the choice is always yours.”
The game commences. With a wave of his hand, he transforms into a human form, revealing tan skin adorned with intricate tattoos that appear incredibly soft and smooth. His athletic physique boasts defined pecs and abs. Is he flaunting what he believes entices me, or is this the man he used to be?
The Ancient One binds my wrists with silken ropes, the fabric soft against my skin but unyielding in its grip. He positions me on my knees, my back arched, my breasts exposed to the cool air. My group watches, their breaths shallow, as he steps behind me, his hands resting on my hips. “First, you will learn to submit,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my ear. “To surrender control, not out of weakness, but as an act of trust.”
He pushes me forward, my forehead pressing against the cold stone, my ass raised invitingly. I feel vulnerable, exposed, but I hold my ground, my breath steady. The Ancient One’s hand lands on my ass, a sharp smack that makes me gasp. “Focus on the sensation,” he commands. “Feel it, but do not let it consume you.”
He strikes again, his hand firm but controlled, each smack building a heat within me. I grit my teeth, my body tensing, but I refuse to cry out. The pain is sharp, but it’s not what breaks me. It’s the way he reads me, the way he knows exactly how far to push. I feel my walls cracking, my defiance wavering, but I hold on, fueled by the thought of my hidden brother, of the light I must reunite with.
The Ancient One steps closer, his body pressing against mine, his erection hard against my thigh. “You think you can outlast me, little queen?” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. “You think your will is stronger than mine?”
My lips curl into a defiant smile. “Try me.” He does. He fucks me then, slow and deliberate, his cock sliding into my wet heat with a groan. My body clenches around him, my walls tight, but I refuse to give in to the pleasure. I focus on the darkness within me, on the power that hums just beneath the surface.
The Ancient One thrusts into me, his movements steady, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force. “Surrender,” he commands, his voice hoarse with need. “Say the word, and I will make you mine.”
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