Page 31 of Virgil's Demons

But the voice was relentless.

It whispered,Lure him in. Let him break you.

I felt lightheaded as we stepped inside the haunted house, the air cooler, the smell of old wood and dust wrapping around me. The voice grew louder, more demanding, coaxing me and seducing me with its darkness.

I stopped, pulling him into a dark corner of the house, heart racing, and pressed my body against his.

"Barythaya—" he started, but I didn't let him finish. My lips were on his, hard and desperate. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in as he responded with a low growl. Heat surged through me, the voice whispering louder now.

Tell him. Make him hurt you.

I pulled back, breathless. "Choke me."

His eyes flashed, surprise flickering across his face. "What?"

"I want you to put your hands around my neck," I whispered, the words trembling out of me, the desire thick and twisted. "I need it."

He hesitated, something dark and dangerous flickering in his eyes. Then he reached up, his fingers wrapping around my throat, squeezing lightly as he pushed me up against a side wall, his lips hot as they crashed into mine. It was rough, frantic, and I wanted more.

I wanted pain.

His hand slid beneath the leather, tugging it down as his fingers found my nipples. Leaning down, I gave out a needy groan as his teeth bit down on the sensitive skin. I gasped, my back arching as he shoved his hand between my legs, sliding under my shorts. His fingers found me wet and needy, and he growled again, pushing them inside me.

"Fuck," I moaned, my head falling back against the wall as he worked his fingers deeper, rougher, flicking my clit.

The need inside me reveled in it, that demonic voice whispered for more. I was burning, heat flooding my body, the edges of my vision blurring as his pace quickened.

That's it. Be a good little whore.The voice growled in my ear but this time it didn't scare me, it excited me.

Bitch, it growled in my ear.

"Tell me what you want," Virgil growled against my neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"Cut me," I whispered, the demon's voice pushing the words out before I could stop them. "I need you to cut me."

Virgil froze, his breathing harsh against my skin. I felt his hesitation, but I also felt the hunger in him—the same hunger that burned in me. He pulled out a small blade from his jacket, holding it to my skin, the cool steel kissing my flesh.

"You sure?" His voice was thick with lust, but there was an edge of something else—something darker, more dangerous.

I nodded, my breath coming in shallow gasps. "Yes."

He pressed the blade into my skin, just a shallow cut, but it sent a shockwave through me. Pain and pleasure twisted together, my body tightening around his fingers. I cried out, the sensation too much, too intense, but I didn't want him to stop.

He slid his hand out, tugging down on the leather shorts. I fought with the front of his zipper, tugging at his jeans as I finally slipped my hand over him, we both gave out a deep sigh.

I slid down to the ground, jerking him in my hand as I knelt before him. A drop of white cream seeped out of the slit and hungrily, I licked at it. His groan was guttural as he braced himself against the wall behind us. My eyes met his as I devoured him, sliding his thick massive girth down my throat. He grunted, gripping my hair as my throat muscles constricted around his cock.

"Fuck, baby girl."

I fucked him slowly, teasing him with my tongue as his hips swayed forward. The grip in my hair tightened when I sucked him slowly out of my mouth.

"Nnngh, fuck, I'm gonna cum on your tongue."

Before I could get another drop of cream out of him, he tugged me off him, standing me and spinning me around. He shoved me up against the wall and now it was his turn to do dirty things to me.

With the knife in hand, he slapped at my thighs, demanding I open up my legs. That's when I felt it, the cold steel pressed up against my clit.

His deep voice sent shivers down my spine as he whispered in my ear. "You want to be my dirty girl?"

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