“No!” I gasped, my heart slamming to a stop. I thrashed, jerking against my restraints, fighting with every ounce of my strength, but it was in vain. “Stop! Leave her alone!”
When she was free, Belphegor wrapped her long hair around his hand and dragged her to stand in front of me, turning her so she was on full display. His other hand came around to cup one of her breasts, eagerly dipping lower to tease over her exposed skin.
“Please, don’t touch her,” I begged, my voice coming out ragged and raw.
As much as I didn’t want him to touch me, seeing Belial's hands on another woman had my heart ripping at the seams. It wasn't real—I knew that—but it didn't make it feel any less difficult to watch or soothe the jealousy burning through my veins. It didn't numb the pain tearing me apart.
Aside from the visceral pain I felt at seeing Belial's hands on her, I couldn’t let Belphegor torture Catherine. Judging by her reaction, he’d done enough to her already. She hated Belial, andassaulting her in his form would be the ultimate penance for a crime she didn’t commit.
“Do whatever you want to me,” I said desperately, jerking against the shackles holding me in place. “Fuck me, do your worst, but…” I couldn’t believe I was saying it. “Leave her alone.”
He yanked her hair harder, making her cry out, and craned her neck until she was staring up at the ceiling. With a dark chuckle, he ran his teeth over her throat, letting his tongue dance out over the pale skin.
My stomach pitched to my feet and ice prickled up my spine. “Keep your fucking mouth off her.”
“You had your chance, mortal,” he teased, dipping lower to bite her shoulder. She jerked, trying to fight and get away, but he only twisted his fist tighter in her long locks until she submitted. “Now you get to watch while I play with the Lord of Bones’ other precious pet. I bet she’ll scream just as prettily as you do.”
His hand dipped between her thighs and slipped between her labia, his fingers harsh and careless against her skin. “He certainly has a type. You both have long, raven-black hair and moon-pale skin. The same frantic little flutter of her pulse pounding inside her…”
She screamed, shattering the rest of my heart, and he thrust two fingers into her entrance.
“You sick fucking bastard!” I cried.
I wanted to close my eyes and block out what was happening. I wanted to scream until the sound of Catherine's cries faded into nothing, to save myself from having to watch the demon I loved hurt her, touch her,rapeher.
But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t look away.
Tears burned my eyes and streamed down my cheeks as he fucked her with his fingers in front of me, a sick fucking grin distorting his scarred features.
“You take my fingers so well,” he muttered in Catherine’s ear, the sound of Belial’s voice making me sick. “I wonder how you’ll take other parts of me.”
“No!” I screamed, but he was already pulling his fingers out of her and dragging her backward toward the bed. “Stop! Don’t do this!”
My words went unheard as he shoved her down onto the mountain of blankets, shifting the fabric around until he found what he was looking for: more manacles.
Catherine fought against him, kicking and thrashing as he fixed her wrists in the restraints, but she was no match for his size and strength.
“Now, now, that’s no way for a good little pet to behave,” he said, clamping a massive hand over Catherine’s mouth to muffle her screams. She trembled as he painted a lick down her neck, catching her nipple in his mouth.
“Belphegor,please,” I begged for both of us. I couldn’t stand the sight of Belial pinning another naked woman down while she screamed for him to set her free. It was worse than anything I’d faced so far in all the layers of hell.
If I had anything in my stomach, I would have thrown up. Instead, I could only choke on the bile burning my throat.
Belphegor crawled off the bed, peeling off his clothes and tossing them to the floor while Catherine screamed herself hoarse. I felt so hopeless, so fucking helpless, watching and not being able to do anything.
It’s not him.
Through the tears blurring my vision, I watched him pry her thighs apart and settle there. Pain lanced down my arms as I strained against my cuffs.
I had to get free. I had to help her. I had to dosomethingbesides stand there and watch the visage of the demon I loved rape this pour woman’s soul.
“You should be happy to serve your lord,” Belphegor rumbled in Belial’s deep baritone as he lined his cock up and pressed his hips forward. He sank into her slowly at first, gradually picking up speed. His mouth moved over her skin, his tongue dancing over her chest, up her neck. “It’s an honor to be bedded by the Lord of Limbo.”
My heart clenched as I tried to block out his words, squeezing my eyes closed as he picked up speed. Even though I wasn’t watching, the sounds of flesh against flesh and the heartbroken whimpers coming from Catherine turned my stomach to acid and had detailed images forming in my mind.
I couldn’t escape it, and neither could she.
Chapter Thirty-Five
