Page 68 of Cursed Heirs

“Stay away from her. You can get what you want without defiling her. There is no need for it.”

“Of course there is. Abigail has earned my wrath in all ways imaginable, including me ruining her daughter. Besides, there’s just something about her that begs for my attentions. She’s irresistible.”

It was more than that for him.

He wanted full control over her.

He didn’t want to have to keep working at it and putting on a front.

And if he took her physically and had her receive him in that way, it would increase his hold on her considerably, forming a bond between them that the black magic he was poisoning her mind with would fuel all the more until he stripped all else away from her but him.

“You do this to my son and his loves and you won’t walk away from this,” I growled. “Right now you have a line you haven’t yet crossed with her, one you can still come back from. But you do this and you will never be forgiven.”

“They arenothingto her! And Abigail’s wrath means nothing tome!” He called the demon forth, his features twisting and his fangs dropping.“Your considerable protestations tell me just how torturous it would be to you for this to come to pass. Let’s take it one step further, shall we? You will watch as I defile your son’s love, as I take her from him.”

“No!” I bellowed aloud. “Stop this insanity!”

His crimson magic sparked and he closed his fist, making my mouth slam shut, sealing it so I couldn’t utter another word of protest, of reason. So I couldn’t save her from him.

And then he snapped his fingers in front of her face and she blinked, coming back to him, and smiling out at him. “What happened?”

“You were stunned when I confessed something to you.”

“Confessed what?”

He pushed his mammoth body into her tiny one in comparison. “That I want you, darling princess. That I need to take you more than I need the magic that flows through my veins.”

Her eyes shone at him in wonder.

My gut twisted.

“Really? You want me that much?”

“Of course. How could I not?”

She ran her fingers over his harsh vampiric features and I could have sworn his eyes softened for a moment.

But that look was quickly replaced by heady lust. And his depraved determination to take his pleasure and exact vengeance through a single sordid act.

“Kneel to me,” he commanded.

Holding his gaze, she lowered herself to both knees.

I grimaced, muffled shouts coming from me through my sealed mouth as I watched him open his pants, then fist her hair with one hand, while dragging his cock over her face, degrading her, his control over her making her pant for it.

And then he thrust down her throat, gagging her.

He didn’t give her time, slamming in and out of her and deep throating her, throwing his head back in rapture as she sputtered and choked around him.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered as she went to ease him back so she could take a breath.

She obeyed immediately and he continued tormenting her, ravaging her throat.

And then a spluttering cry sounded from her and he pulled out.

“It burns,” she panted, slapping her hands down on the ground and staring up at him in confusion and fear.

He stroked her throat, smirking. “Black magic runs through me. That’s what you’re feeling. Don’t fight it and it will cease hurting. Drink it down like my dirty whore.” He fisted his hand in her top and dragged her to her feet. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be mine? To serve me like my whore as I grant you pleasure you’ve been without for so long?”

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