“Goddess!” she cried out, which earned her an insidious laugh as Bellinor fucked her hard, giving her exactly what she wanted.
Every nerve was alight with sensation, burning pain and pleasure so intense she was seeing stars. He jerked her toward him, resting her ass on his thighs and shifting his grip to her waist, moving her back and forth over and over again with each fierce thrust.
“Begging me like a pathetic whore,” he growled, his dark eyes ablaze. “Look how easily you give in.”
Shewaspathetic, letting her lust control her, but the shame only heightened her arousal. She surrendered every bit of herself to him, just as she had in the woods, letting him fuck her and use her in a way no other had before.
An explosion of pleasure rocketed through her and she gasped for air, gripping onto his arms for dear life. Her cunt clamped onto his thick cock in rhythmic bursts, and he grunted, giving her quick strokes until he met the same end.
She could feel his length jerking inside of her, filling her with seed, and a sick part of her wished a human and a demon could procreate, suddenly desperate for her belly to grow big with his child.
Bellinor collapsed onto his side, pulling her into his arms with a huff. She could barely breathe, her body still thrumming with pleasure, though she enjoyed the sensation of being crushed in his embrace.
Without meaning to, she succumbed to sleep, reveling in the euphoria of her debasement.
CHAPTER 8
ISABELLE STRETCHED, YAWNING AS she tried to drag herself out of her slumber.
There was a tickle at her thighs, not unpleasant, though she swiped at her leg to try to figure out what it was. She felt warm flesh and her eyes shot open, Rul’s hand under her bloodied nightgown.
She grabbed his arm, and he paused his movement, the smile on his face making her stomach turn.
“What are you doing here? Where’s Bellinor?”
She’d fallen asleep in his arms last night and hadn’t awoken until now. Was it morning? Did theyhavemorning in a place like this? She felt well rested, but she had no way of knowing how long she’d been out of it.
Rul was shirtless as he lounged on the bed next to her, propped up on his elbow, lithe muscles flexing in the light of the fire. Thankfully, he had pants on,though they were tight enough to reveal the bulge that told her exactly why he’d come to her bed.
“What? Do you miss him already?”
Of course, she didn’t. He’d snuck into her room in the middle of her night with ill intentions, had used a knife handle on her when she dared to fight him. He was a vile creature who she had no business thinking about in any way other than how she might actually hurt him next time.
And yet she’d been the one who’d begged him to stay, who wanted to have sex with him as Jean-Phillipe, not Bellinor. It was like a fog was clouding her mind, obscuring her devotion to Celeste.
“No,” she said, perhaps a bit too defensively. “I was just wondering.”
“He spends a lot of time in his study.”
“Doing what?”
Rul shrugged.
“Creating things. Brooding. Coming up with new ways to entice fair maidens to our domicile.”
A pit opened in her stomach, and she turned onto her back, staring up at the high ceiling. And why exactly was she upset? No, the only reason she balked at the thought of being replaced was because it meant another poor soul going through the same torment as herself.
“He told me about last night,” Rul said with a chuckle. “Youare very naughty.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a foolish grin plastered on his face.
“I mean, we’ve tried just about everything, and he’s never fucked me with a knife. Lucky girl.”
She wasn’t sure how that could be consideredlucky, but she tried to focus on getting information.
“What exactly is your relationship with him?”
Rul cleared his throat, face twisted into a grimace like he was trying not to show his discomfort.
