Scream.
Whimper.
Sob.
Everything becomes a blur: his brutal hands, his vicious thrusts, owning me, consuming me, reducing me to dust as I shatter.
“Be a good little cum slut andbreakfor me, princess.”
Oh God…
My body spasms and shakes as the orgasm slams into me like a hurricane making landfall.
I claw at him, my entire body twisting and writhing, grinding against his invading cock as I come harder than I ever have inmy life.
Vaughn grunts as he pushes his dick as deep as he can get—deeper than it’s been so far, and touching a place inside that makes me see stars. Then he pulls out, and fists his glistening, blood-streaked cock as he roars his release.
Cum sprays across my tummy in thick, hot, white ropes, splattering my pussy and my thighs and running in white rivulets down my hips. A second burst lands across my breasts, and a third splatters my chin as I whine and moan.
Covering me.
Marking me.
Destroying me.
I’m numb as I look down, and tremble when Vaughn slides a hand over my body, rubbing his cum and my blood into my skin.
“I told you your tears were going to make me come, princess.”
11
VAUGHN
From the second-floorbalcony that rings the banquet hall, I drag my eyes over the survivors standing quietly on the floor below.
Okay, “survivors” is a bit dramatic. None of the others isdead.
I don’t think so, anyway—though I do have a sneaking suspicion that Sebastian only invited his random initiate because he wanted someone to kill.
He’s not the only one who had ulterior motives tonight. I have…questionsfor Carson involving his prospective Acolyte. But they can wait.
For now, my gaze flicks over the seven remaining initiates out of the twenty-five we had at the beginning of the evening.
They all look like they’ve been through some shit. But Evelina looks like she’s been to war and back.
She’s wearing a new mask, her original sneakers that I managed to find, and a black peacoat I gave her, since the rest of her clothing was destroyed during our…fun. When we were done,her body looked like she really had just gone through battle: bruised, scratched, scraped, bitten, and streaked with blood and cum..
She’s trembling a little, barely standing upright. The initiate nearest her—Gabriella De Luca, who, curiously, has also passed tonight’s trials—creeps a little closer to Evelina and dips her head, whispering something. Evelina quickly shakes her head, her throat bobbing heavily as she forces a wan, half-hearted smile to her face. Gabriella peers at her a little closer, her brow furrowing under her mask. Evelina just keeps looking straight ahead, swaying a little, like she’s struggling to stay awake.
But instead of the smugness I should be feeling, given that it wasmewho made her come so hard that she’s still barely fucking conscious now, all I feel is concern.
Not for her.
Please.
I’m not that human, as indicated by the activities of the past hour.
She knew her safe word. She could have tapped out any time she wanted.
