I blinked rapidly, trying to clear away the haze of lust cinching my brain to focus on his question. A nearly impossible task with the distracting rustle of clothes, and on the next breath, something hard and heated kissed my backside.
He’d taken himself out.
I strained, trying to get a look at his massive cock. I’d seen it a hundred times by now, but it didn’t matter. Its size—complete with a Prince Albert piercing, a cuff around his base, and a chain connecting the two from balls to tip—never failed to rob me of my breath.
Before I could get a good look, he shoved my head back against the books, his grip gentle but firm in my hair.
“Answer me. What do naughty girls get for Christmas on Earth?”
With the way his body pinned mine, I barely managed to choke out, “C-Coal.”
My breath turned heavy and feverish in the air as he shifted, his fingers wedging between my folds to glide my juices back over the tight circle of muscle. “Well, here in my realm, they get it up the ass.”
Chapter Four
Rayven
My body pulsedas I flexed instinctively, trying to close him out, but he only bared down on me with a growl, laughing in my hair at my mock struggle. “Where is your bratty candor now, human? Don’t you like it when I take pleasure in what is mine?”
“N–Not there.” It wasn’t a real protest; at least, it mostly wasn’t. There was something wickedly delicious about allowing him to use me in whatever way he pleased. Even if it hurt. Sometimes, especially then.
He knew that about me and indulged me. Often.
Intense, pain-laced pleasure licked up my back, making my spine bow when he pressed into the tight hole with a snarl. “Too bad. All your holes are mine to fuck and fill at my discretion. Isn’t that right?”
My reply was a pathetic, muffled cry. “Y–Yes.”
“Fuck.” The word came out slurred, his voice deep and delicious as he slowly sheathed himself into the tightest, most forbidden part of my body.
My skin erupted with goosebumps at the way his composition crumbled the moment he shoved inside me. I grinned through the sharp stretching sensation as my body made room for his girth. The Lord of Bones always had this frosty, aloof demeanor to him…
Until he was inside me, then it all went out the window. Then, all he could do was indulge his demonic urges.
“Look at you,” he groaned as he pulled on my hair to get a good look at my face. “Grinning like a fucking psychopath. You love it when your god stakes his claim, don’t you? No matter how much it hurts to take all of me inside your tight little ass.”
With a thrust, he worked his shaft’s full length inside me. I bit my lip, tears pricking my eyes as the sensory overload morphed into blistering pleasure.
“Even if I make you bleed.” He accentuated his statement with another thrust and a nip to my throat.
Drawing his hips back, he paused, reveling in the way my breath hitched. I knew what was coming.
He shoved back inside me, harder. Deeper.
“Relax your muscles, my treasure. There you go. That’s it,ahh—You’re doing so fucking well, taking all of your Lord,” he praised me with a pinch to my nipple, finding my piercing and giving it a tug hard enough to make me moan.
“What slutty little noises my queen makes when she’s being fucked in the ass.” The heated taunt in my ear had me barreling toward the edge of release at a head-whirling pace.
He released my nipple, his hand skimming up to grip my throat above the collar in my favorite type of necklace. “Now, come for me, treasure. And don’t be quiet about it either. I want the entire castle to hear what a depraved little slut you are.”
The rhythm in which he fucked me turned maddening, though each stroke bore perfectly calculated intensity.
My pussy wept in envy of my ass. Beads of arousal streaked down my inner thighs, seeping into my panties and jeans bunched around my knees.
Belial’s filthy words, the sadistic glint in his eyes, and his brutal pace as he shoved inside me so deep I could practically taste him—it was enough to send me spiraling over the edge.
As I opened my mouth to release a scream of bliss, his fingers squeezed my throat to muffle the sound.
“Louder,” he demanded, delivering a firm spank to my asscheek.
