It took a beat for me to parse what had happened, and my attention flicked up to Belial, who was closing in on me.
"Good girl, you used magic to protect yourself. Though, don't think that will save you from a spanking if I find so much as a scrape on you."
Collecting myself, I shot to my feet and peeled my clothes off as fast as I could, stripping down to my boots. The rest of my clothes were soaking wet and caked with mud. It would only slow me down. Today I opted for no underwear since I was quickly going through my collection. Belial kept tearing them off me faster than the tailors could make them.
Realizing what I was doing, the demon froze, as if I'd cast some sort of hypnosis with my naked body. Using the moment he needed to collect his jaw from the mud, I scurried away down yet another offshoot path.
I threw a backward glance over my shoulder to see if he'd caught up with me yet, and—not looking where I was going—crashed into something hard and muscular.
Belial captured my wrist in his iron grip before I realized that he'd finally cornered me. He pulled up on my arm, forcing me onto my toes while he shoved his sinfully gorgeous face into mine with a snarl. "Do you understand what it is you do to me? After all these months, I don't think you do. You’ve invaded my mind, my heart… You take up every inch inside me. It’s all yours, little thief. You’ve stolen all of me. Every inch.”
His hands clamped around my hips, and pulled my pelvis vice tight to his, so I could feel every steel-hard inch of his engorged cock. "Everyinch.”
Without warning, he hauled me into the air like a flour sack and threw me over his shoulder, knocking the wind out of me. "The harder you fight me, the harder I get, human. So keep at it, if you want to have a limp at the ball tomorrow."
Blue smoke and heat wrapped around us, my head whirling as he created a portal. I clawed at his back, and he only laughed at my mock attempt to free myself. By the time his boot hit the ground in that single step, we were back in the cemetery.
Belial carried my flailing body to the sarcophagus. The falling ash had created another thin cover over the stone, but this time he didn't bother cleaning it for me. He threw me down for dramatics, but I didn't miss the way an invisible force seemed to catch me and lower me gently onto the unforgiving stone.
"If you think I'm going to just lay here and take it, you have another thing coming, asshole," I spat.
"Oh, I don't expect your cooperation at all.” Belial chuckled darkly. “Not from a rabid thing like you. Luckily, I don't need your cooperation. In fact, I'd prefer it if you kept up the fight. It makes it more fun."
I couldn't agree with him more, the struggle added a naughty element I found irresistible when I was in the mood for things like force play.
So, to spice things up, and to heighten the authenticity of our fucked up game, I kicked him. Not in the balls, of course, I was much too fond of that area.
I opted for his thigh instead. The crazy bastard didn’t flinch, even though I was wearing my shit-kickers.
His eyes darkened, filled with terrifying glee. “Oh, you shouldn’t have done that.”
Before I could fling another taunt in his direction, the sarcophagus lid began to shake. I gripped the edges to keep myself from sliding off. "W–What's happening?" I asked, breaking character for a second from sheer surprise.
Whatever it was, I couldn't be in any real danger, because Belial was still wearing that manic grin. "Consequences."
Chapter Nine
Rayven
A scream frozein my throat as skeleton hands creeped over the side of the sarcophagus lid, bony fingers clacking as they probed in search of me. My mind spun trying to figure out what in the Nine Hells was going on.
They were coming frominsidethe sarcophagus.
The remains of whoever's grave this was had come to life to aid their Lord in our play session.
Part of me couldn't believe Belial would go that far for kinky sex. Then again, that was a big part of what made my sex life so exciting. No matter how many times we fucked, we were still finding new ways to keep each encounter electric and wickedly titillating.
A hand found my ankle, pinning it in place. The other was snatched a few seconds later, making it impossible to move my legs. My hands were still free?—
Was he going to hold my arms down himself? I flushed at the thought as heat sank to my center.
Yes. Hold me down.
Frustration wound through me when Belial folded his arms over his chest, as if the asshole knew exactly what I wanted and was withholding it from me. He got off on driving me crazy.
“Aw, look at that fucking pout,” he mocked with a dark chuckle. “What’s the matter, little human? You want me to be the one to hold you down? Well too bad. I need my hands free for what I have planned for you.”
I was thrown for a loop when a second set of skeleton hands emerged over the stone lid's lip. Holy crap, it wasn't just one skeleton in the coffin. There were two—no,three.Too many for one grave. They swarmed me, taking hold of my arms and pulling downward, forcing me onto my back.
