I could hear the candle flames flicker and hiss as we moved, her heartbeat pounding in sync with mine. Her scent filled me, and the adrenaline and terror made the air charged. In that moment, I knew, with a certainty, that I would chase her forever if the spirit allowed it. I longed for her, under the possession, the dark hunger, the chaos. I wanted her, wanted to keep her safe, keep her alive. But that part was buried, trapped under layers of something dark, and impossibly hungry.
“Run…run, brave girl. Run because I love the smell of your fear and need mixed together.” My voice came out of me, laced with a sound that didn’t belong to mine.
She ran, and fuck me, I pursued her. The world becamenothing but heat, fear and desire, twisting into something so wrong it felt undeniably, and hauntingly right. She ran to the back of the bed, trying to use the thing as a shield, and I could see the fear in her eyes; wide, trembling, raw…and yet, something beneath it all shifted, something darker, almost…inviting.
“Why are you doing this to me? What do you want from me?” she asked, and I just watched her sorry attempt at protection.
“Oh, Elena…” I moved toward the circle. “I want everything that you are, and tonight…I will take as I have been taking.”
“Why…” She shook her head, and I could almost feel her pain.
“Because, my brave, brave girl…you will give it to me. Beg me to take it,” I smirked.
I watched her as she tried to look for a way out, my senses drowning in her panic, her hesitation, her desperate attempts to fight. And yet, her pulse thrummed with something else; a shiver of anticipation, a raw edge beneath the terror that told me she wasn’t entirely repelled. She wanted to resist, she wanted to flee, but somewhere in that resistance, she wanted more, so much more.
Then slowly, my hands moved, pointing toward her like a puppet on strings, but instead of my body moving with it, she did. I clenched my fist shut, and I watched as her body mimicked it, standing in a stiff position. I saw her try to fight it but she couldn’t move, except her eyes that bore shock, fear, and confusion. The spirit was still in me, yet somehow, controlling Elena through me.
I moved her, the movement of my hand guiding her until she was kneeling and perfectly centered in the circle of red flames. Her hands trembled against her thighs, her gaze flickering from the candles to me, trying to reconcile what was happening to her. But I could feel it, smell it, almost even taste how wet she was becoming. With each second of my control over her, we both gottangled in a tight knot of desire neither of us could untangle.
“Perfect…” I said, as I stepped into the circle with her.
“Please…” she whispered so faintly, with a tone that sounded foreign. I didn’t need to be told that she wasn’t begging for this to stop…she was pleading for something else.
I bent to her level, wrapping my palms around her throat until her eyes were locked with mine, and it felt like seeing into her soul through a lens. “For being a troublemaker, I will make you beg for my cock, beg till you taste what madness can feel like.”
Her lips parted slightly, and I felt it, the tiniest hint of surrender, like a current running beneath the fear. It was intoxicating, wrong, dark, and utterly irresistible. I sensed how it mirrored mine and the battle I was waging against the possession itself. Each inch of control I exerted over her, each subtle command of movement, was a negotiation with her mind, a silent dialogue with the part of her that didn’t want to give in, and the bigger part that already did.
“You will obey, Elena. You will surrender, and we? We will take you, use you, fuck you until you never let go of life until your very end,” it gritted through my teeth, and I watched her, waiting for her to try and fight this, what I was saying to her, implying…but as she let more tears run down her eyes, I knew neither of us would be the same after this.
“I will obey…” she whispered, so faintly I almost missed it, and my cock twitched at the admission. “I will surrender…” she said again, more tears running down her cheeks. “I will let you take me.”
All my restraint snapped. I pulled her toward me and slammed her mouth into mine. The painful, violent, yet consuming kiss sucked the breath out of my lungs. Our tongues mixed with her salty tears, and a slimy, gooey feeling that made everything go still.
She had surrendered, to the last shred of what made her wantto fight. She was finally accepting the parts of her that wanted this, me, the being inside of me. And nothing in my entire life felt so erotic, so raw, and so pure. It became the only truth I will ever know.
“Please,” she said as my teeth dug deep into her lip, drawing blood.
I swallowed it, the copper and salt taste our kiss had created. I gulped it down and went in for more, my grip around her neck only getting tighter, stopping her from breathing anything that wasn’t the sin our tongues created.
“Please what, baby?” I said, this time…it was me who was speaking.
“Please use me, fuck me…I want it to end,” she pleaded, her face turning red in the light, the heat in-between her legs getting hotter than anything else. Fuck she was beautiful, I thought she was the most beautiful being when I first saw her, but now? Out of breath, close to passing out, bathed in total surrender…she was something both heaven and hell would fight to worship.
Then it took over again, vengeful, violent. “Open up that mouth, brave girl…we’ll be fucking it until you can’t breathe.”
Fuck me…I couldn’t wait.
Chapter Thirteen
Elena
I was done. I wasdone fighting this, fighting him, fightingthem. I was done acting tough, like this sick, wrong need for what I couldn’t name wasn’t a part of me. Maybe it was the fact that it had possessed one of the finest men I had met, or maybe I wanted him the moment he got out of his truck. Whatever it was, I submitted to it; the need, the lust, the sheer madness of it all. He finally let go of my neck, and I gasped for air, not like it mattered anymore. I wanted him so badly, it was what might keep me alive. My bottom lip hurt from the bite, but I found myself trailing the spot with my tongue, the pain doing something to me, making my wet walls contract between my thighs.
He moved slowly at first, a hand on my shoulder, trailing down until he pushed the sleeve of my dress to the side. I trembled, my breath coming in shallow, and I could feel the tension in my nipple like electricity. Fear had somehow turned into an unquenchable need to be seen by him–them. I wanted ourclothes off, but he teased me, kept me stiff and unmoving while he…theytoyed with me. I could see it in his eyes, in the sharp inhale as the second sleeve fell, revealing my body, my breasts trapped in the cups of my bra.
“I want to fuck these breasts, brave girl…would you like that?” he asked, grabbing them violently. I moaned without even realizing.
“Yes, yes, I would.” I bit my lip, shutting my eyes as he pressed against them.
