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I stuffed a fist in my mouth, biting down and letting out a muffled scream. It was like being split in two. Thishadto be a dream. There was no way this was really happening. I refused to believe it, even as he grunted, thrusting into me. Again, despite the wishes of my soul, my body responded in the opposite way, hips moving forward to accept him, waves of pleasure rippling through me each time he sank his shaft into me.

“Good girl,” Aziz panted. Even as he worked, I could hear the wet splattery sounds as my menstrual blood seeped from my vagina with each of his thrusts.

Stop, I tried to scream. I even pressed my hands against his chest, shaking my head, but couldn’t force myself to shove him away. Not when it felt so good.

Lord, God, why have you forsaken me?

Surging ecstasy built up within me, a balloon swelling, ready to pop. Aziz, rammed into me again and again. My breathing grew ragged and forced, and coherent thought became impossible. The balloon finally burst, pleasure, white hot and overwhelming cracked through me like a lightning bolt. Aziz grunted in satisfaction as he climaxed as well.

Even as I jerked in spasms of climax, Aziz pulled his private free of me, and stood, grabbing my head again. I looked on in shock and horror as the massive shaft, coated in the red and opaque white of blood and semen, approached.

“Taste it,” he growled. “Taste the communion of Hell.”

I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but that was the only opening he needed. With a quick shove, it slipped past my lips, the tangy coppery taste of blood hit my tongue, and the world vanished.

The man grunted, moaning in pleasure as I pushed him into my mouth again, my knees cushioned on the soft moss beneath us.

All around us, the sounds of nature echoed, birds, frogs, babbling creeks, and the hiss of wind through leaves. The temperature was perfect, even though we were both naked, we weren’t cold.

Hungry, I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, faster and faster, using my right hand to stroke him while he used my mouth. Above, the noonday sun warmed our bodies.

The man sighed, running his fingers through my hair. “Why does this feel so good? What’s happening?”

I grinned even as I sucked him. I knew he’d love this little secret. As soon as I discovered it, I wanted to show him.

Letting out a combined cry of pleasure, surprise, and shock, he bucked, hips shoving forward, hot liquid spurting into my mouth, filling it, even as he continued crying out in ecstasy?—

Sitting up with a gasp, I looked around my room. Alone. I was alone. Heaving in heavy gasps of air, I tried to remember the dream I’d just had. Something about a man in a forest? No, a meadow maybe? We’d been…what? Kissing? Making love?

Like sand sifting through my fingers, I lost the thread completely and looked down upon myself, my shirt open, my pants and panties strewn across the room, blood smeared all over my bed and droplets on the ground.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, putting a hand to my mouth as I took in the sights. It had been real.

When I pulled my hand from my mouth, I saw blood on my fingers. Licking my lips, I tasted the metallic taste of blood and the acrid astringent taste of something else, something that reminded me of my dream in some way.

“You were a good girl,” a voice whispered from the corner.

Snapping my head around, I locked my eyes on the shadows there but found no one. The room reallywasempty.

It was all a dream,I told myself, trying to forget the evidence to the contrary.Nothing but a dream. I had a nightmare, thrashed around, and my pad came off. I got blood everywhere, and that’s all.

Shoving all memory of what I’d experienced to the back of my mind, I knelt, trying to pick up and clean the mess. It kept myattention off the pleasant ache between my legs. An ache likesomethinghad been inside me not so long ago.

I grabbed a towel and wiped up the blood on the floor, whispering to myself, “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

AZIZ

I pacedmy lavish apartment in Hell, restless for no good reason. The tension between Levi, Ian and me over Evelyn gnawed at me. I’d come down here to Hell to try to unwind, but it wasn’t working. I poured myself a glass of fire-infused whiskey, the liquid glowing faintly as it swirled in the crystal glass.

A faint knock at the door pulled me from my inner debates. I scowled, setting my drink aside. I wasn’t expecting company.

The door opened on its own, and the Seer glided in, a tall, ethereal figure with pale, glowing orbs and long silver hair that shimmered in the dim light. She was one of the few beings in Hell that Lucifer gave a wide berth to. She’d given him far too much valuable information over the years. Keeping her happy was too vital to the running of Hell. Plus, she’d been a great fuck over the years.

“Asmodeus,” she said. “You look tense.”

I raised a brow, leaning casually against a nearby table. “What do you want, Seer?”

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