Page 87 of Touched By Death

A sound I’m not entirely sure is one of fear.

“You should know better than to interrupt the hunt.”

His eyes burn into me, making me tingle in forbidden places. I let my gaze roam over the sheer breadth of his wings, and he unfolds them in a display of power and dominance, almost as if he wants to make me weak at my knees.

It has the desired effect. My pussy clenches on cue like a treacherous little whore when he showcases his power like this. “You feed on fear,” I state the moment he lowers his hand to strangle me with his big, calloused hand.

Like me.

My breath gets caught in my throat. He starts to squeeze, feeding on the fear that sparks in my eyes. “I do,” he admits, pressing his naked thigh to my core. “I feed on ruin and destruction.”

Like a panicked rabbit darting across a grassy field, my heart thuds wildly against my ribcage.

“I feed on soaked pussy and innocence.” He grinds his thigh against me as if to prove how wet I am.

My lips part, and his eyes home in on my mouth before the pressure against my core turns painful.

“You shouldn’t have entered the devil’s lair, little angel.”

He releases me just as fast and strides over to the human with determined steps and flared wings.

Slumped against the wall, achy and needy, I watch him impale her on his cock. The sensible thing would be to run. To open the door and flee. But I don’t.

Rooted to the spot, I watch him fuck her ruthlessly in pursuit of some elusive urge to kill the boredom in him. His eyes never leave mine, and I never once look away. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not when he takes her so completely, as if it’s me he’s imagining in her place.

When he grips her by the hair at the back of her head and beckons me with a curled finger, I swallow back the delicious fear that’s coiled around my heart and take hesitant steps forward.

Vaguely aware of the sparking flames in the fireplace and the haunting classical music in the room, I’m pulled forward by his magnetism.

A fly caught in the spider’s web.

“Drink her dry,” he orders on a hard thrust. “Kill the human while I stuff her full of cum.”

My fangs ache and throb with an insistent need at the command in his voice. I look at the terrified, strung-up human and back. The dark lust in Lucifer’s eyes demands obedience. It demands complete submission.

Sliding in between the girl and the pole, I gasp. Her body rocks against mine with Lucifer’s every brutal slam of his hips. He fucks her like he wants to ruin her, and it sends tingles of shivers crawling down my spine.

As I slide my hand into her hair, it brushes up against Lucifer’s fingers. I throw him one last glance before leaning in and sinking my teeth into the woman’s pulse point. The sheer fucking ecstasy that explodes inside me when her iron-rich blood fills my mouth has a loud moan rippling through my chest.

Fuck, she tastes of exquisite fear and imminent death. I want to taste the reaper on her. I want to feast on his final touch as he claims her soul.

With a brutality that belongs to the cold night, Lucifer chases his release while I sink my teeth deeper into her neck. Unable to stifle the urge to inflict damage, I retract my fangs and strike again. Blood pours down the human’s chest and over her full breasts. My fingers glide through its slickness, and I squeeze a tit before pinching her nipples into hard peaks.

Her cries soon die down, and her weak pulse slows until her last heartbeat plays its haunting song beneath my lips.

Lucifer pulls out, tosses her aside, and pulls me into him. No sooner has a startled gasp left my lips than he flips my skirt up and milks his cock over my bare pussy. Hot squirts of cum coat me, covering my sensitive folds and the remnants of Daemon’s blood before trickling between my thighs.

Lucifer holds my gaze the entire time, claiming me unapologetically as though I’m another object in his kingdom to own and ruin. Another object to have caught his unrelenting attention.

As the last spurt of his cum rains over my pussy, he smirks. Then, with one final tug on his dick, he pats my cheek hard and says, “Good girl. Now run back to my son and let him lick my cum off your pussy.”

“You fucking asshole,” I say weakly when he unchains the corpse and throws it to the side as though it’s nothing more than a piece of trash.

The muscles in his sweaty back move enticingly as he walks over to his desk. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, he grabs a decanter of amber liquid, removes the cap, and fills up a glass. His eyes hold mine as he takes a sip. I’m two seconds away from storming over there to slap the smug look off his face, when he flicks his eyes down my thighs. The sensation of his sticky cum shouldn’t excite me this much. Not when a thick haze of fury clouds my vision. It shouldn’t affect me at all. But it does.

“Run along now, little girl.” He jerks his chin in the direction of the door. “Unless you want me to fuck you over my desk before removing those pretty wings as a trophy, I suggest you leave.”

My throat jumps on a swallow as I decipher his cruel words. I know better than to stare him down. I also know better than to let my light shine through the palms of my hands. The last thing I need is to catch the devil’s attention. But like a glutton for punishment, I can’t stop myself.

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