BELIAL
My little thiefwas becoming a very serious problem.
It was happening again.
I was becoming obsessed with another human woman, letting her consume far too many of my thoughts. I’d been foolish to think history wouldn’t repeat itself. Though, this time, it was different.
I’d only wanted Catherine’s love.
With my little thief, I wanted everything.
Her pain. Her pleasure. Her fear and loathing. I wanted to wring every drop of blood, cum, and tears from her. I wanted to taste every inch of her. And when I inevitably broke her, I wanted to piece her back together so I could do it all over again.
What I hadn’t counted on was for her tolikeit. Catherine had loathed me, in both my forms. In all the years my beauty had spent in this castle, she’d never softened to the idea of loving a beast like me.
But this woman, this audacious, little thing…She was aroused by my monstrous form.
I wouldn’t have believed it if it wasn’t for the spell I’d cast on the plum. It allowed me to peer into the dream I’d crafted just for her. I saw the way her eyes brightened at the sight of her leash. I felt the uptick of her heartbeat when she looked back and saw my fist around my cock.
I’d expected her to wet herself in fear, not pleasure, but she reveled in every second of the debauchery. It was her excitement, her willingness to give herself to me in her sleep, that had me marching down the empty hallways toward her room in the middle of the night.
I had to see it for myself.
Stepping into her room, I didn’t bother to tread lightly. She couldn’t hear me, and wouldn’t wake until I allowed it. She looked so small nestled in the center of my large bed. I paused, catching my reflection in the ornate full-length mirror at the far end of the room.
I liked this form. It was mostly human, with the exception of the twisted antlers sprouting from my skull, draped in silver jewelry. My lithe frame swaddled in perfectly tailored—if a little moth-eaten—clothing balanced out my other more monstrous body.
If she found my demon form enticing, what would she think of this one? My hands ran over the mask hiding my marred face. Catherine had screamed when she’d seen my scars. She’d reminded me how repulsive she’d found me, enough so that I vowed to never remove my mask again.
My attention drifted to the little human in my bed. Would she feel the same way?
My heart ached at the notion of revealing this face to her. The one I’d had before I became this monster so long ago.
No.
When she’d raided Catherine’s grave, she’d earned herself my attention.
And when she’d wielded the letter opener bearing Catherine’s soul—the very same one she’d taken her life with—my little thief had won my obsession.
But she’d never have my heart, nor my trust.
I’d buried that with Catherine’s body.
My brothers had warned me never to give any part of myself to a human. It hadn’t been intentional with Catherine. It had just happened. There’d been no stopping it. Watching her wither away, slowly driven to madness and reduced to nothing, had broken something inside me.
But my little thief…
There was a part of my new pet that wanted me. She wanted my darkness, my corruption. The thought of my punishments had her heating with excitement, even if they scared her. Hells, her terror seemed to heighten her arousal.
She tossed and turned in her sleep, sweat beading her brow. Then, she started to moan. “My Lord,” she whimpered.
My cock thickened in my pants.
Blood and Darkness.
I knew exactly what had her so worked up. What I’d give to play out that scene for real. It would be easy enough to chain her to my throne, easier still to have my way with her. But there was no chance she’d be obedient for me in reality. She wouldn’t abandon her resolve and willingly spread herself for me, nor would she get on her knees and beg for my cock.
I strode toward the bed, and stood at the footboard, my hands gripping the carved wood. The chain fasting her to the wall hung slack between the valley of her breasts and rattled faintly with her motions.
