Page 482 of Evil Hearts

The ghost of Belraxas’ hot breath traveled across my right shoulder as his fingers pulled down the collar of my shirt. I stifled a moan when his long black tongue licked a purposeful trail across my skin, his deep voice whispering praises at my work.

“You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” he hummed, his thin lips pressing softly against me.

“When I’m like what?” I said more annoyed than I should. I didn’t like what was growing inside of me, a dark stain that bloomed like a black rose, waiting to be plucked by the right gardener.

His ability to shadow me was unnerving, but I’d grown used to the oddities of the night, hadn’t I? To the curious onlookers who watched me confidently stride down the city streets among predators.

Belraxas never claimed tonotbe one himself. No, in fact, he admitted as such on our first meeting. So why wasn’t I torturing him on the examination table, making sure he could never follow through with his threat?

Images of the demon tied down beneath my legs made me press my thighs together.

Get a hold of yourself, Lena. What is wrong with you? Does he even have a cock?

His hands continued to trail down my sides, never faltering despite my own tumultuous thoughts. When his calloused hands slithered beneath my shirt and dug into my hips, I almost fell forward onto the table.

“Your refusal to surrender makes me burn for you all the more, little mortal,” he groaned before disappearing, leaving me more frustrated than I wanted to admit.

“Stupid demon,” I grumbled, staring at my victim on the table, needing something to vent my frustrations.

With a growl, I shoved the handle of the saw back and forth into Dawson’s ass before jerking it out with a hard pull. He cried behind his gag, coming back to consciousness right before I grabbed another blade and then his cock in my hand. His single eye widened as I began to stroke it.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it? A woman to fondle your repugnant cock as if she worships the ground you walk on?” I sneered before gripping it until the head turned purple with lack of blood flow. He didn’t have the energy to moan in pain, instead he drooled behind his ball gag and around the filleted skin that hung beside it. “Assholes like you should have never been born.”

With a single swoop, I cut off his dick, watching with morbid fascination as his foreskin curled back beyond the wound, blood pooling between his legs like piss.

The excitement was short lived as his eye began to roll to the back of his skull.

“You don’t last very long, do you. How did any of these women find you satisfying?” It was probably the reason why he jumped from one woman to the next, I told myself. His performance was anything but subpar. The severed dick almost slipped out of my hand as I lazily removed the ball gag and made him choke on his own cock.

He gurgled and sputtered, blood bubbling as if mixed with soap. I watched with numbed apathy as his body convulsed, signaling his final fight for life.

“Is that a gift for me, little hunter?” came the seductive tenor of my invisible companion. My voyeur.

Letting my eyelids flutter close, I let out a breath, drowning out the sounds of my victim’s final coughs.

“What would it be like for you to choke on my phallus like that? To watch you sputter and cry for mercy as your delectable soul threatened to leave your body?” he cooed behind my ear. Was it wrong of me to be angry that he wasn’t touching me as his words continued to tease me? “Would you like that, little female? Would you beg for me to stop torturing you or would you beg for more?”

“Are you just all talk or are you going to do something about it?” I challenged, my pussy spasming at his threats.

There was something in the cadence of his laugh—something that went beyond his usual dark amusement. It satisfied me to know he sounded like he bordered the same frustration in me.

Perhaps he liked torturing himself, as well. Weren’t we a pair?

“You dismiss me as a trick, Leeeena,” he hissed as if in pain. “Your stubbornness both irritates me and amuses me. I like the way you play with your toys. How will you play with me, I wonder? To think, a simple mortal like you luring a demon into your web of blooded debauchery…”

Was that what I was doing? This? This was what I did with or without him. If he thought I did anything different to entertain the likes of him….

I wouldn’t dream of it. Your work inspires my phallus. Would you still want me if I was as easy as your victims?

I gasped when his words traveled through my mind telepathically. I spun around, glaring at him, my fists clenched in frustration. The more I learned about his abilities, the more it unsettled me, knowing it put me at a serious disadvantage.

“Who said I wanted you?” I snapped, defensive.

The dark cloud in front of me gradually solidified into the unmistakable form of Balraxas, his towering frame looming over me, bending me backward with his overpowering presence.

Maybe it was the apathy within me from this kill. Maybe it was the way he hovered inches away from me without giving into his own desires to touch me, leaving me maddened by his self control.

I grabbed him by the throat with my blooded glove, ghosting my lips against his, making his aggravating smirk falter for a second.

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