“You’re my slave. I purchased you.” My pulse races at his words. “I have shares in that fucking auction!” he booms, and I jump at the raw aggression emanating from him and ignore the meaning behind his words.
“You ran from me.” His tone is softer this time, and a glimmer of hope sparks in my chest. “Now you’ll pay, the way you always should have done.”
His cryptic words have terror lancing through me, and I push my hands into the mattress to scoot up the bed, but grabbing the back of my head, he hauls me toward him, and I cry out at the sting of pain in my scalp.
I tremble as he uses the other hand to drag the tip of the glass down my face. His temple tics, and he licks his lips.
The tension in the room is commanded by the man who holds me.
“Are you going to be my good girl?” His voice is velvety with a deadly edge to it, and nothing like the Azrael I know.
My mouth is dry, and I struggle to swallow when he presses the glass beneath my chin.
Holy shit, he’s deranged.The Azrael I know him to be isn’t here anymore. Has the devil finally taken over?
“Y-yes.”
“Then lie back and take my cock exactly how I want you to have it.” There’s something in his eyes, a dare maybe?
Slowly, he releases my head while our eyes remain locked, my body his to possess as I lower myself to the mattress.
“Spread your legs.”
I open my legs, the fire behind his eyes burning with lust, and wetness slips from me at the pure, carnal desire radiating from him.
“Fuck. Your cunt is the prettiest little hole I’ve ever seen.”
He unbuckles his belt, and I’m completely enthralled with this version of Azrael. He lowers his pants and boxers and stands naked before me.
His erection looks angry, his entire body taut with need, and the thought of me being the one to help relieve him sends a rush of intoxication through me.
He wields the glass in one hand, and I watch in horror when he lifts it to his shoulder.
“My little slave branded me, but she didn’t realize from the moment I laid eyes on her, I was already branded. I became yours. Now you become mine.”
He presses the glass into the open wound, and I whimper, hating the thought of him suffering.
“Azrael, stop.” He presses deeper. “Please stop!”
“I want you to bleed for me too, Little Toy.” His eyes flare wildly. “So I can fuck you like I truly want to.”
Then he leans forward, and my chest rises while he slowly lowers the glass to my chest. I tug my lip into my mouth, and with wide eyes, I watch him press it into my skin. He glances toward me as if checking for a rebuttal, but he’ll find none from me, not when I want this as much as him.
I hurt him today in so many ways, now it’s his turn to repay me.
I want to become his.
The sharp sting from the glass has my body coiling tightly.
“Shhh, Little Toy. Let me carve my name on you. Let me brand you like you have me.”
Warmth seeps from my skin, and when he licks his lips,delight fills me. Our eyes lock, and he sticks out his tongue to lap at the mark, causing me to jolt.
Again and again, he does this with each cut, cleaning me with his tongue.
Only when he is finished does he allow it to bleed freely.
He sits back on his heels to stare down at his masterpiece, and his cock jumps, a long string of pre-cum slides from the tip and onto my thighs.
