Page 108 of Cursed Heirs

He snarled and fisted his hand in my matted pink hair. “You’ll have to survive me first.”

He yanked hard, making me hiss as he ripped some strands out before releasing my hair fully. “Such hubris, just like your mother. At least she’s been humbled now. Unable to track me, unable to protect or even find her own daughter for days on end. How pathetic for one believing themselves so powerful.”

“She always finds a way.”

“There is a way. An obvious way. There has been all this time.”

“What are you talking about? You’re cloaking this place in black magic.”

“She has the power to cut through that.” He smiled a sadistic, twisted smile. “The issue is, the moment she touches it, her magic will become corrupted. She will become corrupted.Exemplarwon’t allow that. A Fallen with corrupted power is a danger far greater than even me to the supernatural world. Of course, there is one way to fix that—her death. The black magic would die along with her, the only way to annihilate it in that context.”

“No. She’ll find another way. Or my men will.” Most likely, both. “Or I’ll destroy you myself,” I growled at him.

His eyes hooded and then he was touching me again, caressing my cheek, his other hand drawing slow circles on my hip, the whole thing making me cringe and trying to shrink back away from his awful, toxic touch. “Mmm, threatening to destroy me and kill me too earlier… the infection is still within you. What’s more, it may have very well altered you permanently. I suspected as much, given your long-time struggle with your darkness. It rendered you more susceptible to it.”

“You don’t know anything about me or my struggles with anything.”

“On the contrary, darling princess. While you were caged within your own mind, I delved in deeply, exploring all that you are.”

A shudder rolled through me. “Will your violations ever end?”

He leaned in and licked my throat, making me tremble. “Don’t fret, soon you will relish it once more.” I heard a telltale snap of his fangs dropping and then he grazed them over my skin. “Especially once I make it permanent.” I cried out as he broke the skin and lapped at my blood. Instead of plunging them deep, he retracted them and pulled back. He stared into my eyes, registering my confusion. “You’re fortunate that I have unmatched self-control. Yes, even when it comes to angel blood. It took time, but I was determined not to allow my base desires to control me or compromise my mission in any way.” He slicked his fingers over the blood trickling down my neck and wiped it over my pussy.

“Stop!” I cried, trying to twist away again.

He laughed, then gazed at his handiwork. “Even more appetizing this way.”

Then it got worse as he crouched down, then spread me open with his fingers. “Revel in your humiliation as you take pleasure in the touch of a monster.” He licked his lips and stared up at me, darkness blazing back at me. “Now, then, break for me,whore.”

He descended on me then, ravaging my pussy with his tongue, his teeth, and even his fingers.

I screamed and shuddered as he employed his vampire speed, overwhelming me until he forced pleasure from me over and over.

“You. Are.Mine.Fucking act like it!” he snarled, losing it all over me, until I could barely breathe or focus on anything but the ecstasy he was inundating me with that crashed into agony the longer it went on.

White spots filled my vision.

And then there was nothing.

I cameto disorientated and hoping like hell that it had all been just an awful nightmare.

That was disproven all too quickly when I took in Constantine still all over me, but now grasping my hips as he pounded into me.

I was beyond sore, every brutal thrust was utter agony.

“Stop,” I cried, wearily. “Please.”

“But you’re bleeding beautifully for me.”

“Enough. It’s… enough.”

“Almost,” he grunted, before I felt his cock jerk inside me.

And then he was filling me with his poison.

A scream tore from my throat as an awful burning sensation that I remembered from before spilled into me.

He pulled out, his cock covered in my blood, and he watched with twisted satisfaction as I writhed and screamed in my binds, until the sensation finally subsided after what seemed like minutes.

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