Catherine hit the floor with a thud, her hair falling in front of her face like a mourning veil. I waited for her to move, but she didn’t.
My stomach sank as Belphegor got to his feet, turning in my direction to stare at me from the middle of the room. His cock was already thickening again, like the rage in my eyes had suddenly skyrocketed his libido. He licked his lips, and fear vibrated up my spine.
“Don’t look so relieved, mortal,” he mused, pacing closer to me. My eyes remained locked on him, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew his next words before he said them. “We’re only just getting started. It’s your turn now.”
I tasted bile.
He stopped in front of me, wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping it a few times. It was hard again in a few seconds.
“Don’t you fucking touch me,” I gritted out, fully prepared to fight if he took off my wrist restraints.
I didn’t have a weapon, but I had nails. I’d claw at every part of him, bite him. If he put his cock in my mouth, that would be the second appendage I’d bite off in the last several hours.
“Oh, I’m going to touch you,” Belial’s voice purred, making me shudder. “And you’re going to like it. I know you love to be fucked by your precious Lord of Bones. Who wouldn’t?”
He reached up and undid one of the restraints around my wrist.
“And I’ve been dying to feel that warm cunt—”
I swung as soon as my arm was free, but he expected it, catching my wrist in a swift motion and pinning it down by my side. He leaned in closer, close enough for his warm breath to roll over me, and smiled maliciously. “Feisty little mortal. Don’t lose that fire, because I’m going to do my best to extinguish it.”
He undid my other wrist, grabbing my arm before I could attack him, and dragged me away from the St. Andrew’s cross.I kicked at him, legs flailing, jerking violently against his hold, doing everything I could to get away.
I couldn’t get in that bed. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to fight him off.
He’d do exactly what he did to Catherine to me.
My stomach knotted painfully.
“Let. Me. Go.”
Belphegor turned and grabbed me around my waist, throwing me over his shoulder with ease and marching toward the bed. I clawed at his muscular back, punching and hitting him until he flipped me onto the mattress. I bounced violently, the mountain of pillows and blankets covering me.
I flailed, trying to clear a path to escape, but the bed dipped with a new weight, and Belphegor swatted the pillows away as he climbed on top of me.
His meaty thighs pinned me in place while he restrained my wrists again. I kicked, thrashed, and fought with every ounce of energy I had left, but it wasn’t enough. I felt so weak, sapped of all my strength.
Fighting seemed hopeless, and Belphegor’s evil look urged me to surrender. “Stop fighting me. Give in.”
No, that wasn’t right. The real Belial wanted me to fight; he admired it when I fought back.
He’d want me to keep fighting now.
I screamed as he leaned down, his face so close to mine, I could feel the warmth of his breath roll over my skin. His perfume-soaked scent stuffed its way down my throat, choking me. He might have looked just like my demon lover, but he was a vile monster.
I spat in Belphegor’s face, a pitiful gob since my mouth was so dry, but it made contact with his eye. He sat back, the bronze charms on his antlers clinking together. He looked thoroughly unamused.
It was another hairline crack in the illusion. Belial loved it when I spit on him.
“Don’t act so ungrateful,” he said, dragging one of his fingers along my jawline before dipping it lower, tracing over the hollow of my throat. “You enjoyed watching Belial fuck that pathetic mortal soul. I bet you’re already dripping, aren’t you?”
“No!” I yelled as he slid lower, ripping my thighs apart with his meaty hands. A wicked smile curled his lips.
“What a pretty pussy.” This time, his voice came out more like his own than Belial’s. “When I fuck Belial later, maybe I’ll borrow this. I’m sure he’d enjoy a familiar flesh sleeve when he’s fucking me.”
I growled, thrashing and trying to wriggle away from him, but he remained firmly planted between my legs. With a smirk and a flick of his wrist, he produced a glinting silver blade—Catherine’s dagger—and placed the point of it between my tits, just hard enough to pierce the skin.
“Stop fighting, or I’ll run this through your heart and fuck your corpse.” The humor in his voice, coupled with the evil glint in his gray eyes, turned my blood to ice.
