It was true that I was desperate to see Belial. Not in a dream, like he appeared to me before I woke, but here, in front of me. I wanted him to appear more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life, but not like this. Never like this.
I’d considered a lot when I convinced Belphegor to betray Mammon and take me for himself, but I hadn’t counted on him using Belial against me.
How stupid of me to assume anything less. At least I wasn't being eaten, but it wasn’t a good sign that the fact no longer felt as reassuring as it once had.
The Lord of Gluttony taking on Belial’s form shouldn’t have unsettled me as much as it did.
Seeing him in the flesh made me want to scream and cry and wrap my arms around him all at once.
The complicated emotions knotting my chest turned heavy, like an anvil sat on my ribs, when Belial’s illusion pulled hisblack mask off and tossed it aside. Seeing his beautiful, scared face lit my body on fire, and a terrifying spike of desire and fear twisted through me.
“Fuck you, you sick bastard,” I cried, trying and failing to tear my gaze away from him. From his dark brows to his marred lips, everything about him was the demon I loved.
Judging by the laugh that followed, Belphegor knew just how deeply seeing him like this affected me, and he was enjoying himself way more than he had any right to.
“Oh yes, this will be much more fun than parading around as one of my ex-lovers,” he chuckled. “Is your heart racing out of fear? Or because of what I can do to you in this form?”
He reached for me, grasping my chin and forcing my gaze to his. His gloved thumb stroked my bottom lip, and I hated how soft and gentle the touch was. It was a lie.
“Keep your fucking hands off me,” I growled.
A wicked smirk curved his lips. “How about I touch myself then? Unfortunately, I haven’t had the chance to fuck Belial yet, but this will do for now.”
He slid his gloved hand over the front of his pants, his cock twitching beneath his touch. I didn’t know what I would do if he whipped out his dick and started stroking it in front of me. Would I find it hot because it was Belial’s likeness? Or would I be thoroughly fucking disgusted?
I shook my head, trying to banish the demented thoughts from my mind. I didn’t like where this was going at all.
Belphegor made a show of unlacing the front of his pants, shoving down the material until a thick, unpierced cock sprang free.
It was strange seeing Belial with a cock that didn’t belong to him—the shape and length weren’t quite right—but a shiver still rippled up my spine when the demon in front of me moaned in pleasure as he gripped the shaft.
The sounds, the delicious moans and groans, were all uncanny. If I closed my eyes, I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between this fucked up illusion and the real noises Belial made when he was inside me.
“Do you like what you see?” Belphegor asked, sliding his hand up the shaft of his cock and dragging it back down with a hiss.
“No, and I wouldn’t mind chopping it off,” I spat, dragging my gaze to glare into his storm-gray eyes. “For old time’s sake.”
“I have a better idea,” Belphegor cooed, stepping closer to me with his fingers still wrapped around his dick. I whimpered as he lifted his free hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against my cheek.
“I could sink my cock into something besides my hand,” he said, leaning close enough that he was just a kiss away. His breath fanned over my face, but it was nothing like Belial’s. He stepped even closer, dragging the head of his cock up my bare thigh.
A scream lodged in my throat. Even if I yelled and cried, it wouldn’t do any good. No one was going to hear; no one was going to save me.
If he fucked me in Belial’s form, I didn’t think I’d ever recover. Every time I fucked the real Belial, I’d think of this moment and cry. Even if I closed my eyes and did my best to convince myself it was really him, pretending I wasn’t being raped by his shapeshifting brother, it would taint every single time Belial touched me from here on out.
“Come on, little human. Don’t you want to play? I’m a demon lord. Causing pain is in our nature…”
His fingers trailed up to coil the patch of hair between my legs around a ringed finger. “And I know youcravethe Lord of Bones’ brand of pain.”
That damned voice… It sunk into my marrow and seeped into my system like poison.
“Get fucked!” I squirmed, trying to escape his touch, but it was no use. I was completely at his mercy. My legs trembled and would have given out if I wasn’t manacled to the cross.
“No?” he hummed, his free hand dipping between my legs, dancing over the skin of my inner thigh, dangerously close to my pussy. Goosebumps pebbled my skin, discomfort tearing its way through me as his fingers lifted to brush the three cuts Belial had made on my inner arm before falling away. “Well, if you’re sure. I can think of someone else who’d love to have Belial’s fat cock inside them.”
He tucked his dick back into his pants and stepped away from me, marching over to Catherine.
My stomach dropped as he reached up to unfasten her wrists, and her shrill scream pierced through the chamber as she fought against him.
