Page 483 of Evil Hearts

“Go on then,” I challenged. “Show me. You bluster and you bluff. All talk as I get shit down around here. It’s time for you to step up and go through with your threats, demon.”

Our breaths grew shallow as we became locked in a strange battle of wills, each of us waiting in tense silence, wondering who would break first. A familiar thrill surged through me like lightning—the allure of the unknown, the possibility of failing at my challenge... and somehow, loving it.

I could feel him weighing his next move, trying to anticipate and counter the potential of mine. With a smirk of my own, I spontaneously darted my tongue out and trailed it along his lips before teasing it along his exposed teeth.

He didn’t hesitate. His arms wrapped around me as the world around us shimmered and wavered. The ground beneath our feet gave an unnatural hum. For a split second, I thought it was some trick of the light. But the earth beneath me began to crack, the darkness of the night swallowing everything around us, warping reality.

One moment, the smell of sulfur filled my nose—choking, suffocating. The next moment, extra limbs wrapped around my thighs, pulling them apart while lifting me onto the examination table and the corpse on top of it.

Reality reshifted back as I stared at him expectantly, my pussy aching.

My grip was still firmly on his throat as the world around me twisted once more, turning into something alien and terrible and morphing back into reality again.

His open skull expanded and contracted like a serpent’s jaw, preparing itself to swallow prey much too large for its mouth. Beneath his otherworldly looking kilt, something undulated and slithered.

“Are you hiding a demonic pet down there or are you just happy to see me?” I breathed.

The body beneath me was cooling, helping to relieve the flames that were growing within me with every caress from Belraxas. When his claws caught in the fabric of my clothes, he growledand tore through them, his mouth traveling along my collarbone without dislodging my grip around his throat.

“I envy the males you torture, Lena. Why do you not give me the same pleasure?” he moaned as if in pain, one hand reaching into the expanded rib cage to the right of me.

I leaned back, softly laughing at his longing, releasing my grip and fueling his jealousy. He snarled and grabbed my wrist with his bloodied hand, nuzzling his eyeless face into my palm as if begging me to fillet his face like Dawson’s.

And for a brief moment, I considered it. He groaned and I grabbed his chin, tilting it up toward me. “If you’re a good demon, I might torture you the way you like it,” I whispered in false hope. I hadn’t made up my mind yet, waiting to see how this little game would unfold and whether it would play out in my favor or his.

He shouldn’t reveal his weaknesses to me if he didn’t want me to exploit it.

He crawled up my body, shredding my clothes in the process, trailing his long black tongue along the side of my breast before swirling it around my dark nipple. His hand reached out toward the open rib cage once more, and with a jerk, he pulled out Dawson’s heart, rubbing its glistening, wet surface between my breasts.

I shouldn’t be so turned on by this gesture, but here I was panting in my own right as I watched him take a bite out of it before shoving it in his open skull. The teeth gnawed and gnashed like a living thing as he leaned down to trail his bloodied lips along my pebbled skin.

“Do you want me to beg, Lena? Beg for you to gag me the way you did him? To watch you have your way with me even if it meant I would lose a limb?” He panted, nipping my skin with a hint of pain. Images of me drinking his blood, licking his exposed muscles and tendons flashed before my eyes, leavingme breathless. “Because I would if it meant you’d give me as much attention to detail as you do these pathetic human males.”

I couldn’t help myself, I laughed. What the hell was wrong with this demon? Weren’t they the ones doling out torture? By the sound of it, he was the one craving to be made a sacrifice…

He chuckled against my exposed flesh, his teeth grazing across my skin with a promise.

“Oh, little hunter…didn’t you know?” He whispered before taking a hard bite out of me, making me scream. “Belraxas is a demon of bloodlust.”

Chapter 5: The Offer

“And the beautyof yours fuels every carnal hunger I never knew existed,” he groaned as he took a long swallow of my warm life force into his mouth. “You taste like you were made for me, Lena…from the very bowels of the underworld itself.”

As much as it hurt, the eroticism of the act clouded my judgment and I cradled his face closer against me. The pliable body beneath me had gone cold as he pressed the entirety of his weight down on me like a boulder, threatening to block my lung’s ability to take a full inhale.

My mouth gaped open for a desperate breath when the world around me cracked, the body beneath me disappearing as we both fell into a strange space…lost in the veil of nightmares. When we landed, it was on a bed of black satin, revealing a landscape far darker, far more horrific than I could ever have imagined.

Why was there a bed in the middle of what looked like a volcanic wasteland? The fumes were suffocating, the air thick with a heat that crawled up the bedposts, yet never seemed to scorch the sheets.

Balraxas crawled down my body, giving me a panoramic view of where we were. A massive gate loomed before us, wrought with dark metal, and beyond it, a twisted, hellish landscapestretched out—lava rivers flowing with molten fire, jagged rocks jutting from the earth like broken teeth, and the sound of distant screams echoing through the air.

“The underworld calls your name,” Belraxas said, his voice reverberating through the heavy silence. “And here, between your legs is where I belong.”

I felt a chill crawl up my spine, my breath catching in my throat as the reality of it sank in. This wasn’t a trick. It wasn’t an illusion. The underworld was real.

Before I could say anything, his dexterous tongue crept along the crevice of my inner thigh before slipping inside me like a thick leech. Any coherent thought in my mind dissipated with the heat of eternal hellfires.

I reached my hand down—a human habit—trying to grip the back of his head but instead of my fingers grabbing onto anything, his open skull clamped around my forearm, sucking and undulating the same way his tongue was inside of me.

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