Page 17 of Unhallowed

I do, my fingers wrapping around it and unable to meet each other, but I tell myself it’s because I have no choice.Again.

He grips my hand and jerks it until my wrist is moving in an up-and-down motion, and I hold my breath as I feel him get impossibly larger in my fist. He moans as he directs the pace, and my stomach clenches as heat rushes south. My hand freaking burns, but I ignore it as I focus on his little whimper of pleasure.

“I’ll tell you a secret, Angel,” he whispers. “I’m expected to fuck you into the ground right now.”

“No,” I reply. “I will not have sex with you.”

“Let’s play a game, little demon. If I catch you, I fuck you.” I clench my fist around his cock, the piercings hurting the gash on my palm. “I’ll even give you a head start.”

“Fuck. You.” I growl. “Thefuckyou will.”

“You’re wasting time, baby girl.” He growls, grabbing the back of my head with his free hand and tangling it in my hair. In one expert motion, he yanks my head back and makes me look up at him. My scalp stings, but with his heaving chest and dilated blue eyes it’s truly the least of my worries. “You’re mine now, Angel. Get it through your head. We are married.Married.”

“We can’t be.” My voice breaks on the last word and I shake my head. “I’d be a traitor. He rescued me, helovesme.”

“I’ll never rescue you.” He replies in a low, sinful voice. “I’ll ruin your fucking life and enjoy doing it. But loving you? I don’t think I’m capable of it. I’ll do you one better though. I’ll be so fucking obsessed with you, I won’t even be able to breathe.” He gives me a long look. “Now let me fuck you so you can get me out of your system, little demon. I know you want this cock to fill you, to stretch you. The most forbidden things are the ones that feel the best.”

“Kill—”

“What are you waiting for, little demon?Run.”

I stare at him for a short moment until he arches his brow and grabs my arm, yanking me up even from his knees. He pushes me away from him, hard enough to make me stumble, and I look around. There’s a tree line right outside of the circle, and if I run fast enough, maybe I’ll escape him. Maybe I can get away from this place. Maybe just maybe I can find a way to convince him to let me go.

I doubt it but it doesn’t hurt to try.

I look back—which is a terrible fucking idea—and see Killian standing at the edge of the circle right behind me, his chest only a few inches from my back, his cock almost on my ass. I peer around him and see the robed men kneeling next to the girls, drinking their fucking blood right from their wounds. Some of them are between their legs, raising robes and fucking them. I don’t know how this ends, but I don’t want to be here to witness it.

Dux’svoice rises with each word. “We have one hour untilCinisis executed, and then the burning begins.”

Burning? Are they burning them? Alive? Dead?

I don’t want to know.

Making the decision quickly, I look back at Killian. “Run.” He says again, and this time I do.

No longer looking back at him, I head straight for the tree line. The temperature is dropping and goosebumps line my body. Maybe it’s because I’m slightly cold, or maybe my body temperature has to do with the sinister things happening right outside of these woods. It doesn’t matter. I have to get the fuck out of here.

“One, two, Killian’s coming for you!” He yells, and I pump my legs with all my strength, running as fast as I can.

It takes literally no time before my legs burn uncomfortably and my breath comes out in gasps. Fuck. Being in a basement for so long has definitely incapacitated me, but I refuse to look back and slow myself down.

“Three, four, you’re going to beg for more!”

I focus on my breaths, in, out, out. In, out, out. Either way, rocks dig into my feet, sticks too, and I can feel my heels splitting open. It fucking hurts.

“Five, six, this is happening!”

Looking around, I see there’s another clearing, and I intend to run straight across into the woods again. I could go through the woods still, but my feet could use the break the grass will give me. Maybe I’ll even get lucky and be able to hide in a moment.

“Seven, eight, gonna fuck that face!”

But I should know better, I’m never lucky. Just look at my life right now. I was supposed to marry the love of my life, and instead, I’m married to his adoptive brother. His soulmate—whatever the fuck that means. Everything is so fucked up.

“Nine, ten, prepare to say amen!”

I’m tackled to the ground, my face in the grass, and a hard, heavy body blankets mine. His chest is to my back, his cock between my legs, and I can feel myself getting wet.

Killian is panting right against my ear, his chest heaving at the same pace as mine, and my breaths come out in quick bursts. His body is heavy and it’s hard to breathe, but he doesn’t get off me, doesn’t give a shit as he crushes me.

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