Page 128 of Taken By Touch and Torment

“I think a wicked demoness like yourself will come to enjoy a bit of exhibitionism,” Rune purred. “Don’t you want to show everyone what a good girl you are for me, baby?”

I sighed with pleasure. “Yes, Rune.” The shadow continued to work my clit as Rune’s fingers slipped underneath my skirt. Two of them drove inside me, bending to hit a spot that had me crying out.

Rune’s desire crested, and I fed from its power as he finally sunk his teeth into my neck.

His throaty groan vibrated through me. As the venom took over, I fell apart against Rune and his depraved shadows.

Over and over, until I couldn’t remember my own name.

I melted into a vat of pleasure, so vast that I knew of nothing else—no pain, no grief, no heavy responsibilities or grand acts of sacrifice.

“That’s it, Little Flame,” Rune said, his voice the only thing tethering me to this realm. “Let go. Understand that you exist only as the perfect toy for my hands, my shadows, my cock, my fangs to play with and use to my satisfaction.”

The place he’d bitten was a source of infinite ripples of pleasure. He spun me in his lap to straddle him. He tore off my black blouse, thumbing each nipple before squeezing and pulling.

At the sweet sting of pain, I made a cross between a moan and a cry.

My gaze was lost in Rune’s dark eyes, staring so deeply inside of me that I feared he saw somewhere not even I could reach.

He freed his cock from his pants, letting it brush against my stomach. It was harder and more intimidating than ever.

I knew I’d soaked my blood with fear when a shadow gripped my throat. Rune lifted me and slowly lowered me onto him.

I felt the impossible stretch as my eyes rolled back.

“Shhh, don’t pretend to be scared,” Rune said darkly. “Your pretty pink pussy was begging for me. Don’t you feel how soaking wet you are, my manipulative, duplicitous little demon?”

He bounced me up and down on his length, and I couldn’t help my accompanying screams. Rune delighted in them, watching me with eyes that burned, devoured.

“I hope the whole castle hears me ruining this needy cunt.”

I exploded again the moment his fangs sunk into the sensitive flesh just above my nipple. My legs went from trembling to convulsing.

“Mm,” Rune hummed against my skin as I fell apart. He was the only thing keeping me upright, stopping me from collapsing like a limp doll. His hand brushed through my hair tenderly. “Don’t think passing out will save you, Little Flame. I’m going to use you until I’ve filled you with my cum and drunk your blood to my satisfaction. Losing consciousness will only make you more malleable.”

To give further weight to his threat, the shadow around my throat was unrelenting, applying pressure to the sides of my neck until I saw stars.

Rune returned to drinking from me until I went quiet. His shadow released its hold on my throat and his tongue closed up my wound. He held me against his chest as he finished inside of me, his cock twitching as he spilled every last drop.

“Squeeze my hand if you’re okay,” Rune whispered.

His hand held mine, and I gave it a feeble squeeze.

“Good girl,” he whispered into my hair, deeply inhaling. “Always so perfect for me. I’ve never loved anything more.”

51

SCARLETT

My pen moved swiftly over the paper.

I’m tired of being a slave. I want to be someone’s partner, Brennan. I want to be your partner.

Rune made a grunt of irritation, and Sadie rolled her eyes.

Once again, it was kind of hot to be sandwiched between the two of them.

Brennan wrote back quickly.

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