“I said I love you,” I bit out, venom threading my every syllable. “What more do you want from me?”
“Fucking everything, Rayven.”
Before I could respond, he drew back—just enough for the tip to stay lodged inside me—and then he rammed himself back inside so hard, it nearly sent me toppling into the water below.
His hand on my neck steadied me, but before any kind of relief set in, he shoved my head into the River Styx, forcing me below the rushing current while he fucked into my ass at a feral rhythm that had me screaming into the thick river water. Bubbles erupted from my mouth, precious air releasing in my panic.
The fingers in my hair wrenched my head from the water, and I gulped down huge mouthfuls of air to fill up my burning lungs.
“You are going to be a good little soul and come for the ferryman while he fucks you in the ass. If you don’t come, you’ll drown. And don’t think I’ll stop fucking you when you do. How’s that for depraved?”
“Belial—” Before his name could fully leave my mouth, my head was shoved back into the river.
The water rushed up my nose and filled my mouth. It tasted bitter, a flavor I couldn’t begin to describe, like death andsomething else completely foreign. Bits of bodies rushed past, tickling my cheeks. Something tried to grab onto the few strands of my long hair that fell into the water, maybe a passing soul that desperately tried to cling to something, anything to prevent its journey deeper through the Nine Hells.
Belial’s free hand came around to massage my clit in frantic little strokes, building up another orgasm—this one promising to be intensely violent.
“Come for your Lord like the good little soul you are, Rayven.” Belial’s voice was muffled, but his words were surprisingly clear for my head being submerged under water. “Come, and I’ll let you breathe.”
This was a dream. I didn’t need to breathe, but fuck me, it felt like I was on the brink of drowning. Knowing I was perfectly safe only added an extra bite to the swirling pleasure building between my legs.
As cruel as he was being, I found myself desperate for every second of his sweet torment.
His fingers knew every pleasure point on my body, and the hot pain from his thrusts had turned into a warmth that devoured all of me.
Paired with the burning in my lungs and his muffled voice demanding I come around his cock, how could I not?
A wave of intense bliss shredded through me, making me jerk violently, my hands so sweaty, they slipped on the boat’s edge.
Belial’s fingers flexed tighter into my hair and yanked me out of the water in a spray of red, strands of sopping wet locks whipping through the air.
I sputtered and choked, precious oxygen flooding my lungs.
Belial laughed at my struggle to regain breath, all the while continuing to fuck into me with quick, punching thrusts.
“Look at you, so fucking sexy when you’re dripping for me,” he said with an amused drawl, punctuating it with a quick smack to my ass.
“Fuck you!” I snapped through gritted teeth, even though we both knew full well just how much I was enjoying this twisted moment.
“Oh, sweet little human. Don’t pretend you don’t love this game. Now, are you going to be my good little mortal and come for your Lord again?”
My eyes widened. “Again?”
“Again.” With the way he held my hair in his fist, I couldn’t turn to look at him, but there was no missing the sneer in his voice. “And this time, give me a little bit of a challenge. I want to rip this next one out of you.”
Chapter Thirty
Belial
Bleeding, weeping Hells. Rayven’sscreams were the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard, especially underwater. The sound of her strangled breathing, her choking, the way she fought me while her hips pressed back into my pelvis, begging me for more…it sank straight to my balls.
The spell I’d put on the plum was powerful, ancient arcana. Every lick, every pinch, every bite in the magic-induced dream would feel true to life.
I could make her feel good even while we were miles apart. Even realms apart, if Belphegor had managed to steal her away from Mammon and drag her deeper through the Hells.
No. I couldn’t stand to think about that right now.
Gritting my teeth, I foisted the storm of dark thoughts—and all my fears of what could happen to Rayven if I didn’t reach her in time—to the furthest reaches of my mind. Right now, I was helpless to do anything but wait for Cecil and his soul to find a weak point in the gate’s construction.
