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He groans and his dick twitches. I bite my tongue and beg my body not to betray me.

Do not whimper. Do not cry. Do not show any signs of how much you hate this because it will only make it worse.

“I am going to wash you until you’re clean, darling. Until every inch of that blood sucker is off you. And trust me, I know where he’s been, meaning we will be at this for a while.” He kisses the side of my neck. “Every single inch.”

Xadrian takes his time washing me, using the soap as an excuse to touch me everywhere he can. He washes every inch of me twice, and then returns the soap. He cups water in his hands, pouring it over my shoulders and my chest to rinse me. He’s rock hard by the time he’s finished cleaning me, but he isn’t done with me yet.

“Let’s see how clean I’ve gotten you, shall we?” he whispers in my ear.

Rough fingers trail down the center of my chest, between my breasts, down my stomach, right between my legs. Everything in me tells me to close my legs, snap them shut, get out of here, run away. Not only because I hate the way this feels because I hate him, but all I can think about is Felix and how much this will hurt him. I feel as if I am betraying him and that makes me sicker than anything else ever has.

Xadrian slides a finger inside me. My breath hitches and I grit my teeth. Nothing about this feels good. It feels awful. His finger feels wrong, his body feels wrong, everything about this is wrong! I don’t want it. I don’t want him. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop from crying out, and it isn’t long before the taste of blood assaults my tongue.

“This vampire of yours must have a big cock, Azizia, because your pussy isn’t as tight as it once was. That disappoints me.”

I force a shaky breath in, then force it out. If I don’t breathe, I’ll pass out. Maybe it’ll be better if I do. He likely won’t stop what he’s doing, which is sick, but at least I won’t be here for it.

“What are we going to do about this, darling? You know I need a tight pussy to come in.”

So go find one. Leave me alone.

He groans, grinding his dick against my lower back and shoving his finger in deeper. It hurts.

“Maybe it’s just because this is my finger. Let’s see how you feel around my cock, yeah?”

Xadrian pulls his finger out and lifts me by the hips to angle himself inside me. Before he gets that far, I force myself to go deep into my mind where it’s safe.

Where I don’t feel anything. Where I don’t hear anything. Where there is nothing but happiness. Human food. Soft blankets. Felix’s voice. His smile. The alien is even here, sitting in the corner in a green sweater, licking his paw. I guess he isn't so bad. He’s sort of cute if you give him a chance.

I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.

Chapter Sixteen

Felix

Shaking his head, Silas stops with a huff then turns a frown my way. “I told you, we don’t need that shit.”

“Ok,” I grunt as I let go of the severed leg I’ve been dragging behind me. “I was just trying to cover our asses.” Using the dismembered arm, I point the broken and claw-tipped fingers at him then tap it against the middle of my chest. “Ours. Yours and mine. You know, since we’re foreigners in this land, enemies at that. Trespassers here in Hell.”

Silas rolls his eyes then glances briefly at Rae before he turns to resume walking over the desert-like terrain without a word.

Huh.

That’s the second or third time I’ve caught a weird exchange between them, and while I have my suspicions, I’m not about to bring them up. Especially since Silas’ first explanation of why I didn’t need to bring the demon thug’s corpse with us after we entered the portal essentially confirms part of them.

I fed from Zia.

I have enough of her blood in my system to neutralize my scent to any demons we come across, Rae said he can’t really smell anymore and what he picked up when we first met was more from the sex than anything else. Hence why he was so pissed.

Since that has seemingly worn off, I was concerned about Silas and I traipsing through Hell unprotected, and I remembered that years ago during the war, a lot of us masked our scents with demon blood.

I was informed that wasn’t necessary now, since I’d actually ingested some not that long ago, but when I asked about my oldest and dearest friend, I was met with a very odd expression on his face while Silas gave me some strange bullshit about secondhand scent masking.

Which is not a thing.

I didn’t question him, though, just tore apart the demon that’d been on the other side of the portal and brought pieces of him with us in case we needed it.

Azrael either decided that was a good time to form an alliance because my brute strength terrified him—ha!—or he had the actual feeling of secondhand embarrassment after Silas’ stupid excuse. Then he asked if I’ve ever dismembered someone with my bare hands before and when I explained it had been a longtime, he gave a real reason and said it was Azizia’s blood.

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