Page 4 of Back In the Shadows

“I had every right to look into what happened,” she said between gritted teeth. “I need to know, Death. You can’t deny me that anymore.”

Anger pulsed through my veins, the darkness briefly consuming me again.

“My queen speaks so bravely.”

“I wasn’t trying to hurt you, but I’m a part of you now. I need answers even if you don’t.” The rise and fall of her breasts quickened, then she stilled as I used the blade to cut off her thong. Pressing the tip of my knife into her skin, I remained riveted to each stretch mark on her stomach and hips as I traced one at a time. Ella’s eyes widened as she glanced down, watching intently to see what I would do next.

Her scars were proof that she belonged to me. I had given them to her. When she announced she was pregnant, I had accomplished what I’d set out to do—fill her with my seed and claim her.

“You don’t need the answers, Ella.” I crawled back down her beautiful curvy figure and pushed the fabric away from her sweet cunt. She was dripping wet for me, and I resisted the urge to lick and taste her. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with the very same knife I held in my grasp.

Refocusing, I shoved the handle of my weapon inside her before she realized what I’d done. Her green eyes widened as she arched off the bed, a cry slipping through her full lips.

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DEATH

“The lamb followed the darkness like a thread of song, each step unwinding what it used to be.” ~ Anonymous

“Do you understand what would happen to you if you tracked him down?” I moved the weapon in and out of her slowly.

“Nothing. He’ll never find out.” Her little moan reached my ears, and I lowered my mouth to her throbbing clit and sucked her sensitive skin. She squirmed beneath me, her body begging for more as her juices coated my knife handle.

I allowed my fingers to stroke her inner thighs, creating a sensual contrast from the knife’s grip. The anticipation was palpable, almost tangible.

“Oh, god.” Her hips moved to meet the rhythm of my tongue.

Seconds before she came, I pulled the handle out of her and sat up. Her whimper of disappointment filled the room.

“If you tell me why you’re looking for my parents’ murderer, I will give you permission to come.”

She tugged on the ropes restraining her wrists, then stared me down. “Why is this a problem for you?”

A feral growl escaped me as I hovered over her, unfastening my jeans. Once I freed my cock, I plunged inside her so hard her head hit the headboard, but I didn’t stop. I wanted to feel her pain, her fear, her desperation for answers.

My hips pumped relentlessly, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. Ella cried out, a mixture of pleasure and suffering escaping her lips. She trembled beneath me, her muscles contracting around my cock with every stroke. It was intoxicating, like a drug that had taken hold of me.

But this wasn’t just about pleasure. It was about power. I wanted to show her just how much control I had over her body, over her very being.

I pulled out of her and quickly undid the ropes before I flipped her over on her stomach. Digging my fingers into her hips, I jerked her up, her perky ass begging for my cock.

I ran the tip of my dick along her wet pussy, then over her tight asshole.

“I haven’t fucked you here in a long time, little lamb, but you loved my dick inside you that night in the woods.” I leaned toward the nightstand, opened the drawer, and removed the bottle of lube. Once I applied an ample amount around my shaft and her hole, I pressed against her. Ella’s ass refused to give, and she sucked in an audible gasp.

“I’m going to take you either way, but if you’re tense it will hurt. Or is that what you crave—pain? You had to have known what I would do to you for crossing me.”

“I never planned for you to find out,” she said through gritted teeth.

I pushed the head of my cock inside her asshole, and a wave of ecstasy ripped through me. Her cry pierced my ears as I worked her a little at a time. Her greedy hole took me inch by inch until I was buried inside of my pretty little slut. Rocking gently at first, I claimed her, then picked up my pace. Findingher clit, I massaged her until her cries of pain turned into moans of pleasure.

“You’re such a whore for my cock in your ass. Admit it. I want to hear those words.”

“No. You’re doing this to punish me, not make me feel good.” Her fingers dug into the mattress as I moved in and out of her.

I pinched her clit hard enough to make her yelp, then stroked her to soothe the pain. When I was finished fucking her, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week.

“Oh Jesus,” she squeaked.

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