Shadow grips my hips harder, and with a brutal snap of his hips, he drives into me fully, his monstrous cock splitting me open, forcing a scream from my throat.
The ridges scrape and drag against my sensitive walls with every thrust, slicking him in my desperate wetness. The room fills with the messy sounds of our bodies colliding, the squelch of blood and slickness pooling between my thighs and dripping onto the floor.
Oh fuck—right there?—
My eyes roll into the back of my head. I fight to keep them open. To focus on my assailant.
Shadow snarls low, his claws raking down my ribs, dragging more shallow cuts through blood-soaked skin. His tentacles squeeze my breasts, pinch at my nipples until I cry out, twisting my pleasure sharper, darker.
Shadow isn't gentle.
The tentacle teasing my clit mercilessly, makes it impossible to move without rubbing into near unbearable pleasure.
I sob, my muscles seizing, my mind slipping sideways under the weight of so much brutal sensation. Tears spill down my cheeks as I whimper.
"You're close." His croon scrapes over my bones. "I can feel it. The way your pussy clenches every time he gasps."
I’m riding the edge of an orgasm that threatens to rip me into a thousand pieces.
Elijah twitches violently as a tentacle forces its way into his ear, blood bubbling from his nostrils.
Pity flickers inside me as I watch this man writhe before me while I’m being fucked out of my mind.
A flash of memory sears through me?—
Elijah’s hand between my thighs, the knife pressing against my panties, the filthy leer on his face. His hand smacking my face. Him preparing to force his dick down my throat until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream.
Rage tears through me, giving me the strength to hold myself back from the inevitable edge just a little while longer.
One more thrust?—
One more second?—
One more tortured gasp from Elijah?—
Shadow growls against my neck, feeling it, feeding on it.
"Hold it," he rasps, voice low and cruel. "Make him pay. Make him feel it for every girl he’s violated. I smell so many innocents on him. Make him pay for everything he would have done to you."
A sharp, wet crack draws my gaze downward.
Another tentacle has forced itself into Elijah’s nose, thick and dripping with slick darkness, tearing blood as it pushes deeper. Another tendril writhes against his other ear, forcing itself inside with sickening pressure, blood trickling freely from both holes. His body convulses, gurgling screams swallowed by the tentacle still throttling his throat.
More muffled cries come from the ceiling corner.
Blood drips from the corners of Elijah’s mouth, his eyes rolling white. He’s still conscious.
Shadow is making sure of it.
He wants Elijah to suffer every second I resist.
Shadow’s thrusts turn erratic, brutal. With a guttural snarl, he slams deep and comes inside me, flooding my walls with thick, hot pulses. My brain fuzzes with a different kind of pleasure—dizzy, primal, filthy.
I shudder around him, my body instinctively clenching to milk every last drop even as I refuse to let go.
His hips slow, grinding deep, but the tentacle at my clit keeps working, dragging cruel, relentless friction over my nerves.
I gasp, body locking, the promise of orgasm raking at my nerves?—
