That last one isn’t as much of an insult as he thinks.
Flashes of that small, disgusting cock twitching in his fist as he cuts me assail my brain like a white-hot brand.
"Death," I hiss.
"Pain?" Shadow offers.
"Yes," I say, rocking my hips faster. My mouth has gone completely dry as tension builds in my lower belly. It’s so good yet not nearly enough.
Shadow growls low, the sound vibrating against my spine. His tentacles tighten their hold on me, lifting my body higher, making me strain and arch against him like a living offering.
"You want him to suffer?" he purrs, voice thick and cruel.
Shadow’s monstrous cock slides up against me, the ridges catching on my clit, sending jolts of unbearable pleasure shooting through me. "Then don’t come. Every second you deny yourself, he suffers. Every minute you don't come is another minute he lives… choking on your mercy."
My breath hitches, my thighs trembling with the need to grind down harder, to take Shadow inside me and ride him until I shattered. But I try to calm myself.
The memory of the knife pressed against my center stills my rocking hips.
Don’t come. Make him pay.
Elijah’s arms are released. They instantly claw useless at the shadowy tendril choking him. I watch his panic climb the more he tries to get free and realize that’s exactly why Shadow gave him use of his arms again.
Despite my attempt at control, Shadow continues to stroke his cock through my folds, teasing, soaking himself in my juices but refusing to give me what I need. Sweat breaks out across my back, mixing with blood as my skin grows fever-hot.
"You feel that?" Shadow growls against my neck. His forked tongue flicks over another bloody wounds he left there. "Feelhim dying? Feel the life draining out of him while you’re writhing for it?"
A hoarse, strangled noise escapes me.
I bite my lip so hard I taste more blood.
Muffled screams of terror come from where Caroline dangles in the corner of the ceiling. She watched Elijah prepare to hurt me without lifting a finger. Let her watch now.
"These two stink of darkness and sickness," Shadow says. "Of a need to feed on other’s pain."
Tentacles caress my breasts, teasing and squeezing my nipples until every brush sends another shockwave straight between my legs. One slick tentacle winds down to my clit, rubbing in slow, cruel circles, while another slithers lower, teasing the seam of my ass with wicked patience.
Elijah’s body twitches harder, his arms jerking like a puppet’s as he struggles. His knees scrape bloody grooves into the floor.
The sight of him flailing, pathetic and weak,feeds me.
"Oh, fuck," I whimper, grinding my hips down against Shadow’s cock, chasing the friction, every nerve stretched taut.
My body is a live wire.
Sweat drips from my temples, down my neck, sliding between my breasts, streaking through the blood smeared across my skin. I shake with the effort to hold the orgasm back, even as my muscles clench tighter, threatening to betray me.
Shadow chuckles darkly against my ear.
"That’s it," he purrs. "A good little monster knows how to inflict pain."
I’m not sure if he means on others or myself because the torture is near unbearable for both Elijah and me right now.
I’m desperate, slicking Shadow’s ridged cock with everything pouring out of me. My thighs tremble from the strain, my abdomen cramps with the effort of holding back, and still I don’t stop.
I won't stop.
My whole body is a mess of overstimulated nerve endings, raw and tender, strung so tight I can barely breathe.
