No. No.No.
This couldn’t be happening.
Another scream tore from my throat. Asmodeus wasn’t laughing anymore. His eyes flashed with anger, and his bull head breathed a cloud of smoke in my face while the middle head growled at me to shut up.
“Stay still, or I’ll move you from the bed to The Rack.”
I wasn’t sure what “The Rack” was, but I ventured a guess that it was one of the grisly torture benches decorating Asmodeus’ bedroom.
When his hand brushed my upper thigh, I bucked, and my knee came up—slamming right into his balls.
He stiffened, and his grip on my wrists loosened just enough to pry a hand free and bury my fingernails into the eyes of his center head.
The howl of pain he released pierced my ears, the pain of it dulling the second smack he gave to my other cheek.
“Asmodeus.” The voice that echoed through the room shattered through my senses and rattled me down to my bones. I had no idea where it came from, but it was there, clear as day. That deep baritone haunted my dreams and soothed me in my darkest nightmares. “Do you know what you’ve done? What you’ve stolen from me?”
From the dread knotting my insides rose a glimmer of hope as Belial’s voice filled Asmodeus’ room. How was he speaking to the Lord of Lechery all the way from Limbo?
“Belial! Help—” Asmodeus clamped his clammy palm over my mouth, silencing me. He glared at the mirror.The mirror!
I craned my head as far as the demon’s grip on me would allow, and my attention landed on the mirror next to the door covered by the sheet.
Maybe it was some kind of communication system the lords of the nine realms used to communicate with one another.
“I know exactly what I’ve stolen from you, brother. I’ve rehomed your mortal pet. I’d like to see for myself how good her warm pussy must be to distract you from duties for three fucking centuries.”
“It’s myqueenyou’ve kidnapped, you three-headed fuck smear. I’m going to take immense pleasure in tearing off your pus-filled heads one by one and sticking them on a pike. It will make a pretty little scepter for my new queen.”
Belial’s threat seemed to make Asmodeus falter for a moment, but he recovered a beat later, throwing his heads back with amirthless laugh. “If there’s anything of yourqueenleft once I’ve had my fun with her.”
A gust of wind carried through the room, coming from the mirror and blowing the sheet covering the glass to the ground.
The Lord of Bones’ reflection filled up the reflective surface. He looked imposing in his heavy cloak that revealed his muscular chest heaving with every breath he took. The fire filling his eye sockets leapt high, like gas being poured over an open flame, as he clutched my broken collar in his fist, holding it tight to his heart. “Rayven, if you can hear me—”
With a roar, my captor reached for a severed hand on the nightstand and hurled it across the room. It slammed into the mirror hard enough to shatter the glass, and Belial’s reflection flickered. I screamed against Asmodeus’ sweaty hand as the image faded, replaced by a fractured image of his bedroom.
My view of the mirror blurred as fat tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying would only heighten the sickening satisfaction Asmodeus was getting out of this.
“On your fucking knees, bitch. Kneel before your new lord.”
His hand left my mouth, only to knot in my hair. He wrenched me off the bed and shoved me to the floor. My knees scraped against the rough stone, sprinkled with shards of bone and other pieces of god knew what. Keeping one hand rooted in my hair, he took his other and fisted his cock, giving it a pump before pushing it toward my face. “Open that whore mouth. Bite me, and I’ll slit your throat.”
There was no time for me to scream. It wouldn’t have done any good anyway. I needed a plan…
Belial knew I was here, but I didn’t know how long it would take for him to come and get me.
I couldn’t just sit around like a damsel in distress, waiting for her knight. Not when I was stuck in a castle with the knight’s rape-y brother.
Asmodeus filled my mouth with a thrust of his hips.
In my periphery, all three of his heads fell back on his broad shoulders, groaning his delight. “Fuck me. If your other holes feel half as good as your mouth, no wonder Belial has his dick in a knot over you. You make for one hell of a cock sleeve.”
Disgust wound through my body, and if I had anything left in my stomach, I probably would have vomited on his cock. Too bad—the fucker deserved it.
Though, knowing him, he might enjoy knowing how sickening I found all this. Because that’s all this was; A fucked up kind of torture, which, by the look of things, was the Lord of Lust’s specialty.
His fingers curled tighter into my hair, claws scraping my scalp as he jerked me against him, sinking his member deep into my throat.
