Kalons pov

My patience wouldn't be able to handle lines,

"Physical," I whispered.

He nodded his head before slowly sliding off his chair. He walked over behind me, wrapping his arm around me, grabbing my throat roughly.

Making a small gasp escape my mouth.

He chuckles before pulling me off the chair.

He stepped over to the closet and pulled out a paddle. He pushed me over to the couch grabbing both my wrist, holding them at the small of my back, and pushing me down over the armrest. He slipped my pants off.

"If you need out, give me red." He whispered before kissing my neck and down my back.

Before the paddle landed on my ass, making a yelp escape my lips.

"Any noise we start over, other than you counting."

Vance's low voice sends shivers up my spine. My ass stung, and we haven't even started counting.

The slap echoes through the room as I bite my lip to stop any whimpers escaping my mouth.

"O-one, thank you, master."

He runs his fingers through my hair, tugging it softly, giving me a break between hits.

After fifteen, my ass was bright red and stung like a motherfucker. My lip was painfully sore from holding back my whimpers.

"S-seventeen, thank you, m-master." A tear escaped my eye, running down my cheek.

Slap. The noises continued to echo through the room. I was positive the whole house knew how hard he was hitting me. That thought of them knowing I was being spanked made the blood rush to my dick, and my face became slightly red.

"Kalon..."

Vance spoke impatiently.

"Sorry! Uhm shit, eighteen, master! Thank you, uhm." I stuttered out.

He chuckled.

"What's got you turned on?" Slap!

"Mmph! Nineteen, thank you, master. Uhm, Nothing..." my voice was dry, and salty tears slipped down my face.

He slapped my ass one more time.

"Twenty, thank you, master."

He pulled me up so my lower back rested against the arm.

"What we're you thinking about?" He wiped the tears off my cheek as he spoke.

"I- uhm." I couldn't get the words out. It was pretty awkward, with his stern look, as if he was trying to read my face.

"Go on." He encouraged. I whined, looking away from him. He grabbed my jaw before smirking.

"We can stand here all day." He chuckled.

"Thethoughtoftheboyswatchingmegettingspankedturnsmeon," I spoke fast as his eyes observed me.

He nods slowly. "I'll keep that in mind," I whined again in embarrassment. He ruffled my hair before we made our way out of the room.

"I'm gonna go talk to Adorjan..." I whispered.

He gave me a gentle, caring look before I headed upstairs.

Adorjan was at his desk, sketching in his notebook.

He didn't bother to turn around. I knew he was aware of my presence. I walked over to his bed sitting down.

"Hey..." I whispered.

"You scared the hell out of me, Kalon." He spoke firmly, not bothering to look at me.

"Do you know how close I was to killing Silas?"

He wants to talk about killing people...

"I fought with Cassian for hours...Kalon, trying not to kill everyone in this fucking house!" he slammed his fist on the desk, which made me jump.

"You don't understand...Adorjan...my family-"

He rolled his eyes and cut me off.

"I don't give a shit, Kalon! We're your family now! I was worried sick and you don't care! You just run off to see whoever the fuck you want." He shouted standing up look at me. My eyes darted to the ground, I couldn't look him in the eyes.

"My family is dead! I killed them Adorjan! I need the closure of seeing my living family, but turns out I'm the reason there dead...so you wanna talk about wanting to kill people? I kill people." Tears began to rush down my face.

"You get how that makes me feel? You have Cassian, Declan has Nero...the twins well they aren't cursed! But me...Adorjan I have nothing, it was just me, I just killed them...no one else to blame for all the lives I've taken!" I stepped closer to him as our chest were almost touching, anger radiated off my body.

"I'm the fucked up...cursed one! That's what it's always been. All the class, all the schools, everywhere I've been, I've taken hundreds of lives, I've hurt thousands of people, but above all, my parents. I'm cursed, I'm fucked up! That's what you don't understand!" I continued to shout with frustration, as hot tears rushed down my face.

"It's only. Me. I'm messed up, I can't control myself, I killed my motherfucking parents, Adorjan."

"Do you get that? Do you understand your with...a killer?" I let out a loud exhale finally done with my rant, Adorjan stood stunned for a minute, before he cupped my face, which made me flinch.

His emerald green eyes watched me carefully, he dipped down his lips touching mine, I let out a muffled noise, I was taken by surprise.

"It's not you're fault, and I'm perfectly happy being with you." Was all he said as he pulled away, his lips inches from mine.

I panted nervous as he captured my lips again.

His hands traveled to the back of my head as he held me in place. We both pulled away to catch our breath.

My cheeks were bright red. "I said all that out loud right?"

He chuckled. "Yeah...you did. I'm sorry..."

I watched the ground and nodded slightly.

"Yeah..." I whispered. I couldn't tell him it was okay, because it wasn't. I was still hurt and ashamed of myself. But Adorjan was right, they are my family now...

"I'm sure you're exhausted, you should probably get to sleep for real now." As he spoke I yawned, I laughed softly. He was right.

"I-I don't wanna be alone." I whispered.

"Alright, I'm come with you and cuddle you, I'm gonna change, brush my teeth and then I'll come, go get into bed, my angel." He kissed my forehead, before removing his shirt in front of me to show off his tight abs.

Walking back to my room Silas waited at my door.

"You know, Kalon...you replaced...me..." he smirked. I furrowed my eyebrows. "O-oh?" I stuttered as he shoved a cloth in my mouth, as I struggle to breath and everything went black.