Page 13 of The Devils' Darling

“I have your unwilling bride here. You seemed reluctant to marry her, too, so I thought I’d take matters into my own hands. I’d like another heir. I thought you and she could carry on our line, but I’m more than happy to breed her myself. I have the perfect cage for her here.”

“Cage? What the fuck?” Kirill sounds dazed. As if he’s just woken from a deep sleep.

“Yes. It’s perfect for the little kitten. I’m going to fuck her, son, and I’ll destroy her tight little pussy. I’ll split her in two. Then I’ll fill her with my cum and get her pregnant.”

Kirill roars in anger, his voice echoing around the bare room. “I’ll fucking kill you.”

His father laughs. “Of course, you will. You’d have to come here first, though.”

“Don’t do it, Kirill,” I shout. “Don’t give him what he wants.”

Grigoriy glances at me. “Come here, Kitten.” He grabs my hair through the bars and tugs so hard I scream in agony.

“What are you doing to her?” Kirill demands over the phone.

“Nothing much,” Grigoriy laughs, “just a little fun. Now, are you coming for her? Or do I need to shove my cock in her?”

“I swear to God –”

“Son, shut the fuck up and get here. Take down the coordinates of the cabin.”

Grigoriy lists off a reel of numbers that mean nothing to me.

“Did you get that?” he checks.

“I wrote it down,” Kirill bites back.

“Get your ass here, alone. If you bring anyone else, I’ll gut her, and you’ll find nothing but her entrails. I fucking mean it. I have cameras and drones, so don’t think you can outsmart me.”

Kirill makes a broken noise, a half sob, half growl of rage. “Hold on, Mack. I’m coming.”

“Ah, how touching,” his father laughs. “I told you that you two crazy kids were meant for one another. You’ll thank me for this, son. One day.”

“You touch her, and I swear to God…” Kirill threatens.

“Let Kirill know how excited you are to see him,” Grigoriy orders. His massive hand grabs my breast again, and he squeezes so hard, I see stars.

I cry out, and Kirill roars again.

“I’m coming. Leave her alone. If you touch one hair on her head, I’ll kill her myself, and then you.”

He will kill me? Kirill will kill me? My head spins, and I fall backward, but the lock attached to the bars snags against the horizontal bar as I slide to the floor. The collar tightens around my throat, choking me, and I force my shaking legs to push back up into a kneeling position.

“You’ll kill her?” Grigoriy sounds vaguely intrigued. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you ruin things, and I’d rather she was dead than having to live with the poison you put inside people. Keep your fucking hands off her until I get there.”

His father laughs. “Son, sometimes you make me proud. But don’t go thinking you can sneak a gun in here. If you kill her, you’ll have to use your bare hands. You bring a gun, and I’ll shoot her in the head before you can get to where I am keeping her. No weapons. Don’t fuck with me. If you do, I’ll tie you up in the dark with her dead body and leave you for weeks. Until you fade away, too.”

There’s a choked sound of utter rage. “Don’t fucking touch her. I’ll be there, and I won’t bring a gun.”

Kirill hangs up, and I lean my head against the bars as I start to cry.

Hearing him talk about killing me has broken something inside me. Why do I keep convincing myself that the Devils are anything more than the depraved men I first came to know? If Grigoriy rapes me, will Kirill see me as damaged? Will he shoot me rather than have to look at me, knowing his father has been inside me?

He’s clearly as deranged as his father, and not the man I thought he was at all.

Grigoriy puts his disgusting cock away and walks to a chair in the corner of the room. He sits back, his legs spread wide, and takes out a large knife from a sheath around his ankle. He proceeds to throw it up in the air, always catching it by the handle, not the blade.

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