One of theperks of being a demon lord was the severe lack of a moral compass.
The first layer of Hell was my realm. Limbo, purgatory. The space where souls remained until I decided where they deserved to spend eternity. I made the rules. I defined the difference between what was right and what was unjust.
But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter either way. I was the king of this realm. My whim was law.
I never worried about being “evil” because my brothers had always been far worse than me.
Until now.
Untilher.
What had started out as a means of punishment for what she did to Catherine’s remains had morphed into something else entirely. Something dark and volatile and dangerously addictive.
My obsession with her was turning into something so much more than what it had been for Catherine.
I wanted her body,andher soul. As the King of Limbo, I could have those things if she was dead. They’d become mine by right. But… I wanted her alive and breathing, with her beating heart and her flush lips. Her flesh raw and red and bloody from my abuse. Her lips swollen from my kisses, and not from putrefaction.
To pull that off, I’d have to lie and manipulate and seduce. I’d have to stoop to the lowest levels of depravity, the kind of sin I’d condemned so many other souls for. The ones I’d sent to my most vile brothers for punishment.
I was a fucking hypocrite. And I wanted Rayven to the point where I couldn’t even bother to care.
That was the kind of drug she was. I’d do damn near anything to get another hit of her.Anythingto have her coursing through my system.
She’d never accept me without the games, without the lies. She’d see my scars, the ones on my skin and the ones on my cold, dead heart. She’d see me for what I was. A beast, a monster, inside and out.
So, if the only way I could claim all of her with her heart still beating was through my illusions, my honied half-truths, and my huge cock, then so-fucking-be-it.
I'd play the part of the devil if that's what it took to make her mine.
I should have left the labyrinth. Instead, I lingered, watching Rayven invisibly from the shadows.
Now that I'd given her a tip on where to find the exit, I expected her to get up and hurry to find the river as I'd instructed. Only, she didn't move. She stared at the spot where she'd last seen me as if she couldn't believe what had just happened. Her fingers touched her lips, probably recalling what it had felt like to have them pursed around my shaft.
After a beat, she walked to the headstone I'd been sitting on and sat down with her back resting against it. Her legs were bent at the knee and spread out with her feet planted firmly on the grave. With a quick look around the graveyard to make sure she was alone, she hiked up her dress and slipped her hand between her thighs.
Every muscle in my body wound tight as I watched her touch herself.
I had left my little mortal pet unsatisfied.
I'd hoped she'd put on a show for me, though I hadn't actually thought she'd do it. Not when there were so many horrors lurking in my labyrinth that could walk in on her and take her. Not that I'd let them. But she didn't know that.
Her desire must have smothered her fear, because here she was, spread out with her fingers working over her clit on some unknown demon's grave. I guess she was too worked up to care what kind of monsters could crawl out of the shadows and fuck her. Maybe it was that dark thought that had her stroking her little bud, the sexiest fucking sounds spilling from her lips as her head fell back onto the headstone.
I strode closer, careful to keep the spell going that silenced my footsteps.
When I was just a few feet away from her, I crouched down so I could get a good look at her core. Fuck. She looked so beautiful slumped against my old reaper's grave, her face contorted with pleasure as her fingers started to pump in and out of her pussy. She was so wet and pink and perfect.
My mind went to a dark place for a moment, imagining how she might react if I threw her down, spread her legs open, and plunged myself into her while the invisibility spell was up. The thought made my cock twitch, but I dismissed it a second later. I wouldn't give into the temptation, but there was this wicked little voice in the back of my mind telling me she'd love every fucking second of it if I did.
"Belial," she moaned, her voice husky with need.
My name in her mouth shattered something inside me and monstrous urges clawed at my insides. I wanted her so bad it scared me, andnothingfucking scared me.
I'd been numb for so long. Just a ghost of the demon I once was. Now, this little mortal female lit a flame inside me. It burned so hot it threatened to burn me and my entire world down. I didn't care. So long as I rose from the ashes with her in my arms and her heart still beating.
Gnashing my teeth, I pulled out my cock which was already rock hard again, my eyes locked on my little human as she fucked herself at a feverish pace with her fingers. Every sigh and moan had me racing toward the edge of an orgasm as I pretended it was her I was pumping into instead of my hand. I stroked my flesh until I was coming, my seed as thick and vicious as my obsession for her.
"I want you inside me, Belial," she whispered to herself as she came, my name on her tongue chased with the sweetest moan as she writhed and slumped against the headstone. "I want you…"
