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I STARE AT CYRUS'S face like he just made a tasteless joke. I thought he'd laugh it off, but he looked dead serious that I suddenly felt something explode in my chest. I bite my lower lip and cover my eyes with my arm, and then I start crying out of nowhere.

Cyrus doesn't say anything and wipes the tear that's streaming down my cheek. He then leans close and kisses it.

"Did I say something sad that it made you cry like this?" Cyrus asks, but I couldn't answer anymore. I know what he meant by those words. Cyrus has been playing his role for as long as he could remember. He's been a gentleman, and in his entire life, all he did is lie. His truth is the only real identity he has left. That's the only thing that he is.

What he's really giving me is himself.

It's as if he's surrendering all of what he is to me.

"Why?" I ask him.

Cyrus continues to kiss my cheeks before answering, "I was filled with lies. My identity is a lie, me being Adam's son is a lie. Everything is a lie. But you...you saw some truth in me. You believed in me regardless of what others said."

"What else would I have done?" I ask, not looking at him since I'm still covering my eyes with my arm.

"Lie." He says.

"You could have lied to me too, but you showed nothing but your truth." He says, and I finally remove my arm away to look at him. And when I do, Cyrus is directly looking down at me, making my heart skip another beat.

"I couldn't help it." I say as I gently touch his cheek, "You fascinated me. All you had to do was stand there and I'd be mesmerized. I wanted to move away, but the farther I go, the more I see the real you."

I stare at Cyrus's eyes for a few more seconds before pulling him close to me. He's ready to kiss me, but I stopped and whispered instead, "but you have to convince me."

Cyrus stares back at me before smiling from ear to ear.

"Convince me." Those were the exact words that he told me when I first met him.

I lift my head a little so I could quickly touch his lips with mine. When I rested my head back, Cyrus follows and continues kissing me. When I got the chance to pull away from him, I say, "Give me a reason why I shouldn't be afraid of a devil like you?"

Cyrus pauses and stares at me again. I thought he's going to smile and say something sweet, but his expression is serious, "I don't have to..." He says. Then he leans closer and whispers, "Because I'm not a fucking devil."

He doesn't say anything else. But even though he doesn't say anything, his eyes told me everything that he wanted me to know.

"I'm Cyrus. I'm not a gentleman; I'm not a devil. I'm just Cyrus." That's what his eyes said to me, and I couldn't help but feel proud of him. He openly claimed who he really is in front of me, and that is the highest honor that I could ever receive from any of the siblings.

"Then show me. Show me who Cyrus really is." I tell him.

Cyrus presses his forehead on mine and says, "Then think of it as my reward for successfully being a watcher."

I gave him a quick peck on the lips, and Cyrus sits up so he could position himself in my entrance.

"This time...I won't hurt you." He assures me as his tip touches me, making my entire body shiver from the contact.

Cyrus slowly pushes himself deeper inside me. While doing so, he won't stop glancing at my face, making sure if I'm not in pain like last time. I can't help but chuckle because of how he's acting, but Cyrus ignores my reaction and starts massaging the sides of my hole to ease it. Though he's trying his best to make it painless as possible, I can still feel the sting. I start gripping on the sheets and biting my lip so Cyrus won't notice how I'm really feeling.

Cyrus holds onto my waist, and after one final thrust, all of him entered me, making me arch my back because of the pain.

"Ah shit," Cyrus mumbles to himself. He closes his eyes, his cock throbbing inside of me that I thought he'd cum then and there.

The two of us were panting heavily, and we were both wet from the shower. But thanks to that, Cyrus looked more beautiful than ever. His wet skin shined because of the lights coming from outside the window. And when he opened his eyes back, he looks down at me with such an intense gaze before brushing his wet hair back with his fingers.

"Beautiful," I whispered underneath my breath. I don't know if Cyrus is able to hear it, but he pulls me towards him so I can sit on top of his lap. He doesn't say anything and just stares at me in silence. I wanted to look away, but my body couldn't move. He looks so unreal. I'm afraid that if I look away now, he'll suddenly disappear in front of me.

How is it possible that I'm able to hold such a man?

"Elliot." I finally say, and for some reason, my heart almost stopped beating after saying my real name out loud like that in front of Cyrus. It's like I completely stripped in front of him even though I'm already naked.

Cyrus doesn't say anything and stares at me with a confused expression. He must have been confused about why I called out a random guy's name all of a sudden.

The silence is almost unbearable. I gulp and give him a shy smile. And after a few seconds of more silence, Cyrus finally realizes what the name is about because he grabs me by the shoulders and says, "E-Elliot?"

I almost cried after hearing my name come out of his mouth.

"Elliot." He calls out this time, and I nod my head to confirm it.

Cyrus smiles and kisses me. The moment felt hotter now, and the room is filled with even more passion as Cyrus starts kissing my neck, leaving hickeys on any area that he'd get a taste of.

I'm feeling it so much that I start bouncing on top of him, making Cyrus moan from the growing pleasure that we shared.

"More." He tells me, "I want more of you Elliot." He whispers next, turning me on even more than I already am.

"Elliot." Cyrus continues to say, and I bounce on top of him even faster.

Cyrus grips on my waist and closes his eyes again to feel me better. I grind on top of him as his cum starts oozing out of his cock. And after one hard push, Cyrus bites on my shoulder and cums inside of me without warning, making me moan like crazy. Both of us are now covered in sweat. I thought Cyrus would pull out from me, but he lays me back down on the bed before going on top of me again.

"Not yet." He whispers as he starts thrusting inside of me like he didn't just cum a few seconds ago.

The room is quiet, but I can hear how Cyrus is pounding inside of me. My insides are also filled with cum that it made a sound every time Cyrus would push himself deeper.

"Elliot." He calls out as his pace got faster. I drape my arms around him, burying my nails against his back while the bed moved back and forth with our movements.

"Cyrus," I call out next, and Cyrus's got even faster and faster. I thought I'm going to faint by how amazing it felt.

"Harder baby. Fuck me harder." I demand him now, and Cyrus did just that.

I'm a moaning mess. I clench on my ass again, and Cyrus releases all of his seed inside me for the second time. After that, Cyrus instantly falls on top of me while both of us are panting like crazy. He embraces me, so I embraced him too while my hands caressed his back.

We're silent for a few seconds. I decided to play with his hair for a while, but I notice something on the nape of his neck. It's the tattoo that I saw when Cyrus received the slut punishment. It's the combined symbols of all the roles.

Chance once told me that all of the siblings have tattoo's that represented their roles. I could ask Cyrus about it now, but I didn't want him to remember the bad memories regarding it.

"You know when I was a kid, I always wanted to be a hero, and the closest hero that I could become was a soldier. Service for our beloved country, that's what I always thought." I say as I continue to play with Cyrus's hair.

"But everyone wants a hero, and I can't be everyone's hero. I can't even save-"

"Stop." Cyrus immediately says. He lifts his head up and looks at me.

"You're saying stupid things again." He says, making me smile and apologize. He leans on my shoulder again and embraces me even tighter. I don't know what to say anymore, but then I remember something that has been bugging me since earlier.

"Cyrus...What's happening to Catalina? Why did Tobias do such a thing?" I finally ask. Cyrus doesn't say anything for a while, but then he pulls out from me and sits back up. He reaches for my face and caresses my cheek before answering my question, "Catalina is a strong woman. She's the strongest one I know. She never cried when she was punished, and she never showed any sign of pain when we were younger."

He pauses to take a deep breath. I'm not really expecting him to answer me after what just had happened, so I didn't say anything. I just waited for him to continue. He could tell me about it now, or he could stop at this very moment. Regardless of his decision, I wouldn't force him to do something that he doesn't like.

"Something happened two years ago, and it changed Catalina," Cyrus says as he looks out of the window like he was remembering something. I could see him clenching on his fist, but I couldn't find a trace of anger in his face.

"Catalina was the perfect daughter. She obeyed and followed the rules. But they said she made a mistake. When in fact, all she did was...fall in love," Cyrus stops, and I knew where this conversation was going.

I sit up and grab Cyrus's hand as a sign of comfort. I know he appreciated the small gesture because he unclenches his fist when he felt my hand touch his.

"Catalina followed the Delton's for years. But father...Adam...he...he punished her for something so ridiculous. For fucking falling in love with someone." Cyrus tells me.

Cyrus is taking his time to share such a painful memory with me, so I try to decipher it as much as I can so I could understand better. I stare at Cyrus for a long time and revisited the events that happened before. Tobias said he had to save Catalina because Catalina will be punished soon. Matilda told me that my role is to make sure all the siblings act out their roles accordingly. While Chance mentioned Catalina has been occupied with her own thoughts after their mother's death.

Catalina's not acting like a boss, which is breaking her role, which means she's breaking a rule.

She's going to be punished because of her actions, and after everything she's going through right now, a punishment is the last thing she needs because Chance and Cyrus also mentioned that THAT day is about to come.

THAT day must be the day that Cyrus is talking about. The only thing that I could think of now is...

"Catalina received the gentleman punishment didn't she?" I ask because, with everything that I've heard, that was the closest explanation that I could think of. And THAT day that they mentioned is the day she killed someone important to her.

Cyrus is surprised at how quick I was, but he nods his head to confirm my suspicion.

"Catalina was punished to kill the person she truly loved the most." He tells me.

"Was it her lover?" I could only assume. But the pain in Cyrus's eyes told me that it isn't as simple as that.

"No..." He tells me.

When I thought that nothing else would ever shock me at this point, reality once again hits me like a fucking truck. Cyrus looks straight into my eyes and holds my hands before revealing, "It was her child."