Page 175 of Taken By Touch and Torment

He lifted me, slowly lowering me onto him, stretching me with his impossible thickness. I cried out, and Rune thrust deep. He pushed me up against the wall opposite the door, giving both Durian and Brennan a side view of him driving into me.

The stone was not very comfortable, but I hardly noticed. All I felt was a tsunami of pent-up emotions crash over me, chief among them, utter fucking relief to be back in Rune’s arms where I belonged. I was drowning in dark, depraved magick, all of me yearning for the ultimate heights of release.

Rune angled deep, and I moaned as his lips brushed mine.

“How about you show these lesser men what a perfect, good girl you are for me,” Rune said softly, his voice tickling my ear. “Ass in the air, Scarlett baby.”

He lowered me to my feet. We moved to the center of the room where I used my discarded skirt as cushioning, and I arched my back on my hands and knees.

Rune took me from behind, and Brennan made a feral screech. The sound of Rune’s accompanying laughter did something to me that had me barreling for the edge of that steep precipice.

“Good girl, good fucking girl,” Rune praised. “Now show them those adorable little noises you make when you come on my cock.”

He wrapped an arm around my torso and held my back to his chest as he continued to drive deep, his other hand reaching for my clit and moving in circles.

“Look at them,” Rune instructed.

It was entirely unhinged, so dirty and sinful that my entire body flushed with heat. I turned my head toward Durian first. I soaked up his hatred before admiring the cruelty I’d shown his body that was only a fraction of what he’d done to mine. My lips curved, feeling Rune stretch me, hold me close against him as my thighs trembled and an orgasm crested.

Then I looked at Brennan, focusing on the sting that still lingered on my cheek from when he’d struck me. He watched me with a fury I’d never seen in his once-handsome features. His handless stump continued to ooze crimson.

My smile and focus were soon to disappear as Rune sunk his fangs into my neck and I finally exploded, my thighs shaking violently now. My scream transformed into contented moans, riding an everlasting orgasm I never wanted to end.

Rune withdrew his fangs. His dark chuckle vibrated through my limp body. “Those were exactly the noises I was talking about. What a good little demon, milking my cock as you find your release.” He flipped me over on my back, and now neither of us seemed to care about the hard stone floor. His hips rocked, and my eyes rolled back.

His fingers entered my mouth. His shadows crawled all over me, one of them forming a thorny collar. Others tormented my breasts. I moaned and sucked on Rune’s fingers for comfort.

My blood mixed with Brennan’s and Durian’s. I was drunk off it all—the river of crimson on my pale skin, the sweet retribution, the filthy acts of exhibitionism, the violence and unanswered cries from our prisoners.

Rune stopped to have another drink from my wrist as I writhed with pleasure beneath him. He played with my sensitive clit, and by the time he was back to filling me with his cock, I was exploding all over again.

“To answer Brennan’s insightful question from earlier,” Rune said, still chuckling as I convulsed beneath him. “Yes, her sweet pussy is impossibly tight.” He stroked my cheek. “It’s also mine.”

I saw stars and crimson, heard soft melodies and the sound of blades piercing flesh.

“Forever.” Rune licked the trails of my blood his thorny shadow collar had left on my chest. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yours, forever.”

“You’re going to be marked by your God and dripping with his cum as this palace crumbles,” Rune growled.

“By Lillian’s grace,” I said.

Durian gurgled. Brennan’s yells were becoming less and less frequent. Either the poison was overtaking him, or he’d been sufficiently cucked into submission.

I was satisfied by either explanation.

Rune had one last, long drink from my throat and squeezed a third orgasm out of me. I was shattered and boneless as my body was racked with wave after wave. I clung to Rune—the only thing keeping me from drowning in my own pleasure.

With a primal, possessive growl, Rune emptied himself inside of me.

“Those fucking eyes,” he hissed through a clenched jaw. “They’re a spell of their own.”

He slipped out of me and lifted me like I weighed nothing, placing me on my feet and watching me while he pulled up his pants.

“Now look at that beautiful sight,” Rune said.

My cheeks flushed, following his gaze to the cum dripping down my thigh.

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