She leaned back, moving slowly. I finally ripped my eyes from hers to watch the rest of my shaft disappear inside her. “Good girl. You swallow all of me so beautifully. A perfect fit.”
“I feel so full.”
“That’s because you have nine inches of demon cock buried inside this little hole.”
“Oh God,” she whimpered.
My head snapped up, eyes flashing dangerously in the mirror. “What did I tell you about crying out that name when you’re with me?”
“That…that God has no place here.”
“Yes, and?”
She swallowed again, her eyes glazing as she stretched back to my words that first night I’d chained her to my bed. “There’s no god here. Only darkness and the screams of the damned.”
“That’s right.” I pulled out and slammed back into her, hard enough to make her hands slap against the table. A heated scream tore from her throat, making me thrust in and out of her body at a rapid pace that had her eyes rolling into her head.
I wanted to ride her like this for the rest of the day, ball be damned. But—blood and darkness—I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My balls drew tight against my body, my cock throbbed inside her, and with a series of frantic, shallow thrusts, I poured myself into her with a broken groan.
She cried, coming for a fourth time seconds after my own climax.
Caught up in the euphoria of it all, my mind was a haze. If I’d been thinking clearly, maybe I wouldn’t have gone through with what I was about to do next, but all I could think about was how I needed more of her. Forever. For always. Now that she’d turned down her last chance at freedom, she needed to know she’d be mine for eternity.
There’d be no escape now.
I reached around and grabbed her wrist, twisting it behind her back.
She winced at the awkward angle. “Ow, what are you—”
Her words melted into something between a scream and a moan—an unholy sound that had me hardening again inside her as I sliced into her wrist with my claw.
I made the third cut on her arm, marking that her time was up.
Leaning over her, my chest crushed her against the table. I kissed the shell of her ear, whispering, “You’re all mine, little thief, until eternity’s end…”
She shivered at the words I’d used when we’d first struck our deal.
I pulled out of her, and she immediately flung herself away from me, cheeks red and eyes full of tears. She stooped and grabbed Catherine’s dagger without a word, darting down the hall and away from me.
The thought of chasing after her sprung to mind, but I dismissed it with a dark grin as I stuffed myself back into my pants.
I’d give her space—for now.
It wouldn’t be long until I found her again.
Chapter Nine
Rayven
My feet were movingbefore I realized I’d decided to run. Without the chain attached to my collar, I was faster than before, whipping around corners and tearing down long, deserted hallways.
I clutched the dagger so hard, my fingers went numb. I wasn’t even sure why I grabbed it—I didn’t need a weapon—but it felt wrong to leave it behind now that I knew it was Catherine’s soul inside.
It’s not like I owed anything to the woman who’d died decades ago, but it still felt wrong leaving her with Belial. In any case, he’d offered it to me. It felt like mine now. Plus, Belial had told me to stab him with it. If he did anything shitty to me again, I’d take him up on his offer.
Darting past a suit of armor, I barely registered when it groaned at me to slow down. I was too consumed by the swell of emotions knotting my insides to focus on anything other than the rhythmic beat of my footsteps and my determination to get away. If the weight of reality didn’t crush me, my warring thoughts would surely tear me apart.
