♥ Chapter 6 ♥

Magnus Darkmore.

We needed another maid at the mansion, so I ordered my secretary, Amelia, to put an ad in the papers. As I didn't want to deal with the interviews alone, I invited my brothers to accompany me: Kael, the second brother, a renowned judge, and Damien, the third brother, who is a doctor. Kael is thirty-six, Damien is thirty-five, and I'm the oldest at thirty-eight.

The first candidates were a disaster. They seemed more interested in throwing themselves at us than in showing off their qualities. Kael, with his crude and sarcastic manner, didn't let up. He always made a point of humiliating the girls, something that amused Damien deeply. I agree that I also found the situation amusing. Seeing their reaction to his provocations and the discomfort it caused was a spectacle in itself.

However, what we didn't expect was that the next candidate would catch our attention. When she entered the office, we knew immediately that she was different from the others.

Yara Blake had a presence that was both discreet and striking. Her perfectly even dark skin contrasted with her long, shiny hair, which fell in soft waves over her shoulders. The subtle glint in her brown eyes, almost golden in the light of the office, revealed a mixture of shyness and something deeper, as if there was an untold story behind that look. Her face, with its delicate and expressive features, was framed by a fringe that softened her countenance, while her thin, naturally pink lips remained closed in a nervous line.

Her body, although not excessively curvaceous, had a subtle grace, a natural elegance. Furthermore, her posture was upright but with a slight forward lean, as if she were constantly preparing to retreat or protect herself. The way her arms were slightly contracted along her body and the way her small, long-fingered hands moved nervously over her thigh were a clear sign of her anxiety. There was something about the way she lowered her gaze, as if trying to avoid any confrontation, that exuded a mixture of fragility and purity that attracted us in an unexpected way.

We were even more intrigued when she revealed that she was married. Instead of discouraging us, it only ignited a flame of curiosity and desire. Her gentle manner and the way she ran her hands nervously over her thigh captured our attention and aroused an interest I hadn't expected. My brothers and I don't mind sharing the same woman. In fact, it's something we do quite often, but the way she behaved, all withdrawn and with such a submissive look, was especially stimulating for me.

What surprised me was the effect her presence had on me and my brothers. There was something about her reserved demeanor and the way she seemed anxious and nervous, but at the same time in control, that aroused our curiosity and attraction. The combination of her subtle beauty and her submissive attitude made us all want to find out more about her, exploring the layers of her personality and what lay behind that seemingly fragile façade. The desire to unravel this mystery was palpable, and it was undoubtedly something that challenged and attracted us in ways we didn't expect.

14:00 '' Office. '' Eldoria.

'' Magnus? '' Kael's voice broke me out of my thoughts.

'' Yes? '' I turned to face him.

''You were thinking about her, weren't you?'' Damien asks with a smile on his face.

I cross my legs, keeping my face closed.

''It's not as if you weren't thinking about her too.'' Kael leans back in his chair and puts his feet up on my desk.

''I won't lie, that girl caught my attention. And not just mine, but our attention.

'' I'm sure what caught our attention was her gentle manner and the purity in her eyes. The way she acted submissively. Damn, it's hard to find women like that these days,'' Damien said, running a hand through his hair.

''In fact, finding such submissive and pure women is quite difficult,'' I say, agreeing with him.

''I want to corrupt that purity,'' says Kael, suddenly with a smile on his face. ''I'm imagining her moaning as she climbs on my cock.

The image of this scene flashed through my head, sending shivers through my body. I cross my legs to hide the evidence in my pants.

'' Control yourself, brother. Remember, she's not like the whores we've picked up. We should take it easy,'' I say softly.

Damien laughs, drawing our attention.

''Control yourself, brother? You're the worst of us, who have no control at all.'' I give a small smile.

''Let's just take it easy, we're not primitive animals in heat. This attraction we're feeling for her is just a desire to exploit her vulnerability. I have to confess that her submissive manner really got to me, and the way she called me sir was even more arousing.

They both end up laughing.

''You're a pervert, brother. And what's worse, sadistic. Kael says, laughing. Something I don't disagree with.

I really am a sadist. I like to be in control of the situation, to manipulate and play with the emotions of the people around me. It's a powerful sensation, one that gives me a perverse satisfaction that I can't deny. If there's one thing that fascinates me, it's the ability to bend someone's will and make them submit to my desires, whether out of fear, attraction, or any other reason.

It's not just the pleasure of control, but the challenge it represents. Each person has their own weaknesses, their own vulnerabilities, and discovering how to exploit them is like an intellectual game for me. The feeling of having someone in the palm of my hand, knowing that I can manipulate their actions and thoughts, is something that gives me a sense of absolute dominance.