He bit my lip gently, then pulled away, smiling at me with his own twisted version of love shining in his eyes. “The thing is, Lilith, you like being controlled.” He rubbed his thumb over my chin tenderly.
“What!? No I don’t!” I spat, and Ramel exchanged a look with Shem over my shoulder. Shem pulled me tighter into him and whispered in my ear.
“Oh, but you do. If we sent you back to Earth right now, do you know how fuckingboredyou would be? Do you think one of those weak, clumsy fucks you gave yourself to before us could satisfy you?”
I felt my anger bubble in my chest. “That’s because you’ve been fucking conditioning me!” I snarled, and Ramel gave me one of the most evil smiles I’ve ever seen on his face.
“That’s right, deathtrap. The fact that you haven’t denied you would be bored tells me it’s been working.” He leaned in to kiss me, and I jerked my head away. He gripped my chin and forced my head back to face him, placing the kiss I had denied him on my lips anyway.
He ran his tongue over my mouth, but I clamped it shut, refusing him entry. He chuckled and pulled back.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered, and I felt a rush of wetness pool between my thighs but shook my head. He tutted his tongue.
“I think she wants me to force her, Hazai. What do you think?”
Shem kissed the side of my head and nipped the shell of my ear, tightening his hold on my wrists as I struggled against him.
“It would seem so.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
Ramel reached forward and grabbed my nose, plugging it shut before I could take a breath. Reflexively, I opened my mouth to gasp for air, and he kissed me again, forcing his tongue into my mouth. I groaned as he stroked me possessively, and I felt another rush of heat pool between my legs.
When he was done, he let me go, giving me that cocky little smirk that told me I was absolutely helpless against him.
“You don’t like being controlled, deathtrap?” he asked, hovering inches away from my lips.
“No,” I breathed stubbornly, glaring at him with everything I had. The corner of his lip twitched up, and without warning, he slid his hands down the front of my leggings and dipped his finger into me. I gasped and arched, expecting him to go further, but he just pulled out his hand and held his fingers up to my face. They glistened with wetness beneath the starlight.
He ran his wet fingers over my lips, smearing my own arousal across them before putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean.
“Sure tastes like you do.” He smirked, and I scowled, feeling a flush of humiliation rush through me.
“I hate you,” I hissed for what felt like the thousandth time since they had taken me here.
Shem released me, and they both gave me a quiet, condescending laugh.
“No, you don’t,” Shem said. “You wish you did, but you don’t.”
I scowled at them, but they were both smiling at me with looks that told me they knew the truth… and the truth was, I couldn’t tell if they were right or not anymore.
Alexa, play ‘Break My Baby,’ by KALEO
“You can’t shake hands with a clenched fist.”
—INDIRA GANDHI
The last place they showed me was a place they called the Infernal Woodlands. We didn’t enter the woods, but they walked me to the tree line.
“What is this?” I asked.
“A forest.” Shem smirked, and I rolled my eyes.
“Obviously. What makes it different from the forests on Earth?” I asked, and Ramel exchanged a look with Shem.
“Even mortal Lilith is clever,” Shem purred.
Ramel glanced at me, the corner of his perfect mouth curling. “The Infernal Woodlands are where dangerous ideas grow,” he informed me. “Every rebellion, genocide, revolution, and nightmare that mankind has ever had starts here, as a seed from one of your idea trees.”
“My idea trees?” I asked, looking up at the towering, black, coniferous trees that crowded at the edge of the forest.
