“Motherfucker!”
He rubbed my ass again, soothing away the sting, still chuckling softly. “No, but I’m about to be a Lilith fucker. Beg for this cock, and maybe I’ll go easy on you.”
“Reaver, stop it, please!” I cried, and he growled, slapping me again.
“Not the kind of begging I’m looking for, and my name isn’t fucking Reaver.”
“I’ll call you whatever the fuck you want, just let me go!”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, putting his mouth by my ear. The familiar spearmint on his breath instantly reminded me of every small touch and every teasing caress he had subjected me to over the last week. I realized with a start that he had been conditioning me to respond to him.
“You know who I am, Lilith, you’ve always known. I’m the fucking Reaper. Death. Satan. The Devil. I’m yourpersonal fucking nightmare, and I willneverlet you go.”
I heard him pull himself out of whatever that shadow shit he wore was made of, and he wiped the broad head of his cock down my sopping wet pussy. “When I’m fucking you, and you need a name to scream, you may call me Ramel,” he said darkly. I panicked and tried to kick away, but the grip he had on my soul was impossible to push through. He ignored my shouts of protest and slammed into me. I screamed in shock and pain. He was fuckinghuge.Way thicker than the staff of the scythe, and my body was not ready to receive him.
“Ramel, wait, you’retoo big—”I gasped, but he didn’t wait for my body to adjust; he just slammed into me again with a cross between a groan and a snarl.
“You had your chance to make this good for you, and you wasted it. Next time when I tell you to beg, you’ll fucking do it,” he snapped, pumping into me again, causing me to scream so loudly I was shocked no one had come to see what was happening in this train car from fucking Hell.
The burn began to build almost instantly. He was so thick that each swipe rubbed directly against my G-spot. I was already overstimulated and frustrated, so once the initial pain of penetration subsided and my body relaxed to accommodate him, it started to feel so incredibly fucking good I saw stars.
“Good fucking girl. Your pussy looks so good stretched around my cock.”
I felt him spread my ass open as he drove into me, and I choked on a sob of pleasure and pain.
“Oh God…” I moaned. He cracked his hand over my ass again, and I cried out.
“Don’t you ever say that fucking name, especially not while I’m fucking you. You worship the Devil now, Lilith.” He slammed so deep into me that he hit my cervix. “You’re going to come all over Satan’s fucking cock, and I’m going to stuff you full of sin.”
“I’m sorry. Please…”
“That’s it, Lilith. Beg for it, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Please, let me come,” I sobbed, finally giving in. I was feeling so hot and full of him that I could barely fucking think.
He tilted his hips and slammed against my G-spot repeatedly until I came apart. I fell, screaming, into the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced. I felt my pussy pulse around his dick as he erupted inside me, filling me up.
He squeezed my ass cheeks so hard I was sure he would leave bruises, and I shuddered against his punishing grip.
I was gasping and panting and still feeling like I could come a few more times when he leaned over me to whisper in my ear.
“You were even better than I imagined you would be, little deathtrap.”
“Ramel…” My whole body was on fire, and I was torn between begging him to let me go or begging him to fuck me again. My pussy was still pulsing with the aftershock of my orgasm when he pulled out of me. I felt his cum spill out, and he caught it with his fingers, stuffing it back inside.
“Fuck!”I cried out, still feeling sensitive and needy. He scooped me up off the back of the seat and cradled me against his chest. He looked down at me with an expression that was a cross between anger and amusement.
“Let’s go to Hell,” he purred, and suddenly, everything went dark.
Alexa, play ‘Way down We Go,’by KALEO
“Sometimes it’s better to be alone. Nobody can hurt you.”
—TINKER BELL, PETER PAN BY J.M. BARRIE
Iwoke up chained to the largest four-poster bed I’ve ever been in my life. I yanked on my wrists, cringing as the black shackles cut into my skin.
This couldn’t be fucking happening.
