Page 44 of Delivered to the Devil

A huge palm presses down between my shoulder blades. First, I think it’s to hold me still, but then I feel the thumb moving. It seems soothing, but the latex blocks the comfort from seeping into my skin. The barrier is a testament to my worthlessness—I don’t deserve the touch of a bare hand. My mind reels from the mixed signals, and I let out a despairing moan.

Slowly, the fingers pull out of my ass, and Janos releases my back to drip more lube between my cheeks.

Pressing three fingers against my tight opening, he slams a palm onto my back. Suddenly, everything explodes. Panic rips through my foggy mind, sending shock waves through my unfeeling body. A shrill scream rips up my throat, and I kick at everything within my reach as the fingers press on.

I can’t take it. In a moment, they’ll tear at my tissues and spread fire through my skin—rip me apart physically and mentally. This time, there’ll be no going back. My mind is too feeble to recover. So I make one final attempt at preserving the remaining scraps of myself. I twist and turn to pull free, throw my hands back to bite my nails into whatever flesh I can reach, yell and scream with unrelenting fury. I do it all in blind panic, knowing it’s pointless. But I can’t hold back. I refuse to give up without a fight.

Janos simply gathers my legs between his knees and presses harder on my back. His fingers remain, prodding at my opening. I can barely move, but still I keep fighting.

“Relax.” Suddenly, his enormous body is right above me, his breath warm against my ear. Heat radiates into my skin as he hovers an inch from my back. It hurts. Terribly so. I’ve dreamt about this for so long, and now that it’s here, it’s a cruel overload to my tired senses. “Let me in,” he whispers in front of my face, and the gentle rumble hits straight into the very essence of my soul. I want his words, his proximity.Him.

I steel myself with a deep breath and open my eyes. It’s like seeing the sun for the first time. Everything stops—my breath, time, the spinning world. It’s only him and me. Me and those gray eyes that have refused to see me for so long. Now they’re staring straight at me. There’s no way to resist. No way to protect myself. I relax my tense muscles, and the fingers continue on, slowly gaining entrance.

“Good girl,” Janos croons as all three fingers slide into place.

Tears trickle down my cheeks and onto the sheets. I keep staring at him. It’s like a dream, seeing those eyes fixating on me. They breathe life into mine, lighting the spark I thought I’d lost for good. I can almost feel the color return, the dull green becoming vibrant and hopeful again.

I push out my tongue to wet my lips, and as he watches the movement, a fierce hunger lights up his monochrome orbs. In one fluid motion, he pushes up. “Fuck,” he growls, tearing off both gloves and throwing them to the floor.

Warm, bare hands touch my skin. It’s a relief unlike any other. I arch into them as they slide up my back, then back down to lift my ass into the air. His fingers dig into my skin, but it’s not the same painful bite as Gabor’s. No, this is something powerful and vibrant that shoots bolts of lust through my entire body. And when the tip of his wet cock presses between my cheeks, a long, fervent moan breaks free from the mind-numbing nothingness that paled the colors of my world.

He adjusts his rock-hard length against my opening, and I eagerly lift my hips, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me. It doesn’t matter that he’s bigger than both Gabor and the biggest butt plug he’s put inside me. I just need him. My muscles ache around him as he pushes into me, but the pain morphs into pleasure—the pleasure into pain. The two seem to merge into something inseparable, and I welcome them both.

He roams his hands along my back, and the deeper he goes, the faster his hands move. Soft strokes turn into furious sweeps, and when he sinks in to the hilt, his nails are raking across my skin.

A hand shoots up to fist my hair as the other clamps down on my hip, and a long, almost pained groan fills the air behind me as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in.

I tremble and spasm around him, clawing at the sheet as I try to process the intense need wreaking havoc on my mind. “Please,” I moan, needing more.

Gabor’s sadistic laughter rings out in the distance, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing can take me away from this raw moment of reckless desire.

“Please, Janos,” I beg, and his name on my lips is his undoing.

With a feral groan, he thrusts into me, so hard the bed moves. I reel from the force, but he doesn’t let me recover before he repeats. Over and over. My moans become screams as I buck beneath him. But my movement is miniscule. Between his grip on my hair and his impaling cock, I’m immobilized. When he finally releases my hair, I’m so deep under his control that I go slack beneath him, letting him have his way.

He fucks me hard and fast, and I jerk back and forth on the mattress, feeling completely empty and very much alive all at once. He’s taken all I have, yet I feel more like myself than ever before.

It doesn’t make sense, and it doesn’t have to. When Janos shoots his cum inside me, I crash into an orgasm so violent it hurts from the inside out. In that short moment, I feel an island of happiness amidst all the gruesomeness that has wiped out the rest of my world.

I collapse on the mattress with Janos on top of me. A wave of emotion crashes into me as I come down from the orgasm, hearing his labored breaths against my ear. I want to cry and get everything out, but it’s all stuck somewhere in my throat, and I start shaking instead.

“Such a good little anal whore,” Janos croons against my ear as he skims his fingers across my hairline. His words hold a startling tenderness that set my tears running. “Such a goodgirl,” he whispers, wiping the pad of his thumb across my cheek to gather the small beads.

Those four words send me into full-fledged sobs. But it’s neither pain nor terror that draws out my tears. It’s pure, overwhelming relief.

I mean something to him.

CHAPTER 21

“Bring Me Back to Life”

by Evanescence

Janos

“That looked like fun. My turn.” Gabor jumps onto the bed and yanks Rebecca up on all fours.

Her shriek breaks the silence—breaks her out of the first peace she’s found in a month. The first peace I’ve found since I distanced myself from her.

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