“Enough!” a bell-like voice ordered.
No matter what kind of demonic monsters Kalinin sent to torture him, they weren’t allowed to kill him. None dared go against his captor, the succubus bitch.
A flicker of candlelight cast a dim glow in the dungeon. Kalinin stood behind the metal bars. Her dark red gown matched her hair. A lust-filled expression on her pale face.
Urias, if only she stepped foot into his cell, even an inch—he’d rip her fucking head off. Then he’d go after Inanna for putting him in this hell.
Reynner lowered his head and kept his gaze glued to the thick gleaming puddle he knelt in as blood dripped down his body to pool on the floor beneath him.
“Well done, Empyrean. Now…” She drew out the moment, like it was some fucking game. “Time for your treat.”
His stomach churned at her words. Through the bars, someone flung water over him, washing away the blood and filth. A hissing erupted as splashes made contact with the heated black walls.
His prison gates rattled and clanged open. Hands grabbed him and tossed him onto a raised stone slab. His wings bent under him, unbearable pain shimmering through his entire being. He bit down on his molars. Manacles cuffed him to a base covered with a thin pallet. It wasn't for his comfort.
She strolled over, avaricious black eyes skimming over his naked body. Reynner kept his gaze fixed to the roof, dripping with some shit that fell in a resonating plink to the ground.
“Who knew lack of light would be your weakness, my Empyrean. Submit to me—say the words, and this torture will end.”
“Fuck...you.” His profanity came out in a garbled rasp from a throat gone rusty with lack of use. Her nails dug into his open wound. Reynner gritted down against the agony spearing him.
She smirked and trailed her pointy talons over him. Then she leaned in and licked across a deep gash on his chest.
“Do you like that, warrior? Hmm, the power of your blood, there is nothing like it,” she murmured, face flushed in excitement. “Do not fear, I’ll give you mine soon. I know how you love that.”
Hatred filled him. His fists balled. He could do nothing but lie there while she sucked on his wounds…then she backed away, circling around him. Stopping by his shoulder, she ran her fingers along the inner arch of his left wing. He jerked but was held back by his restraints. She laughed and caressed him some more. His sex rose like a fucking rod. He knew right then if he could, he’d rip off his wings.
Humming a little, Kalinin slid out of her gown and tossed it aside. He kept his gaze locked on the leaking ceiling. Bile rose up his throat when she dipped her hand into some shit she had in a jar and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. His mind switched off.
A smile lit Kalinin’s sly features. “Hello, big guy,” she crooned and straddled him, tossing back her red mane—
“Reynner—no! Oh, God, no!” A distraught, familiar voice cut into his nightmare.
He stiffened.Eve? Urias, for all that’s merciful, don’t let her see me this way.
Something warm and wet dripped on his chest. His lids snapped open and a cloud of dark hair, not red, filled his vision. Green eyes shimmered with tears.
She’d seen him. Saw his memories. Saw the scum he was. The filth—the whore he’d become.
She fucking saw him!
Unmitigated fury exploded, crashing through Reynner in a poisonous haze.
***
The metallic scent of blood and unadulterated hatred flooded Eve. In a violent move, Reynner flung her away from him. She landed on the other end of the bed, doused from his pain. His eyes glowed like the very demons she’d seen in his nightmares. Darkness’s greedy fingers clawed at her, blurring her thoughts. The pain, the shock, too much for her fragile mind to process.
God, no! Don’t let me black out now.
“What the hell did you do?” Reynner’s snarl vibrated off the walls and yanked at her fading thoughts. Her breath escaped in tiny gasps as she lay across the huge bed. Eve struggled to get her mouth working, to form coherent words and push through the thick fog seeping deeper, attempting to haul her into a void.
“I'm so s-sorry.” Her voice broke, unable to see past the horror.
“You were in my mind—you were in my fucking mind!”
“No!”
“Don’t lie. I felt you!”
