Page 5 of Back In the Shadows

“Say it.”

“No.”

I picked up the pace, sweat forming on my forehead as I continued.

“Then I’ll deny you once again.” I pulled out of her and climbed off the bed as she collapsed onto her stomach. Making my way to the bathroom, I discarded my jeans and shirt before I turned on the water and washed myself. I wasn’t done with her yet, and by the end she would be begging me to let her come.

Minutes later, I returned to her. She turned her head away, but I saw her tear-stained cheeks.

“Denying me won’t change anything, Death. I won’t apologize for trying to find your parents’ killer.”

My little lamb was still feisty and refused to give me what I wanted. “Make no mistake, Ella, I broke you once, and I’ll do it again. Apparently, I’ve been gone for too long, and you’ve forgotten who you bow to and serve.” I grabbed her ankle and spun her around on the bed, then I flipped her onto her back. With a gruff tug, I brought her to the edge of the mattress and knelt before her. I placed her legs over my shoulders and buried my face in her pussy. She shoved her fingers in my hair, gripping it tightly as she rocked against me. My tongue danced aroundher clit, then dove into her sweet cunt over and over. Ella leaned back but didn’t let go of me.

“If this is punishment, then punish me, Death.” Her ragged breaths filled the room.

I licked her pussy, my chin slick with her juices. She bucked, and I knew she was about to lose control.

Without warning, I stood and chuckled as her expression twisted from ecstasy to anger.

“Fuck you,” she spat.

“I intend to.” I flashed her a feral smile while I stroked my cock. She lay back on the mattress, watching my every move as I towered over her, and fear and lust danced across her beautiful face. I positioned myself between her legs, then with one swift push, I plunged into her with such force that her body jolted up the bed, and a helpless moan escaped her lips.

Her eyes widened in terror as she struggled to break free from my grip. The room was a blur as she thrashed around, trying to escape my merciless assault. I grabbed her wrists tighter, applying just enough pressure to keep her still as I delivered violent thrust after violent thrust, her cries of agony echoing in the bedroom.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper, desperate for more. Sweat dripped from our bodies, the scent mingling in the air between us. Each plunge brought me closer to my release, but I had to prolong the ecstasy, knowing it would only be more intense when it finally came.

With every pounding stroke, she convulsed beneath me. Her nails raked against my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My heart thumped in my chest like a drum as I surrendered to the primal urges that fueled our anger and lust.

With a newfound ferocity, I pushed into her eager cunt, and her moans filled the room.

Finally relaxing, her gaze locked with mine. “Tell me why you don’t want me to look into who murdered your parents.”

“Because the truth will put you in danger,” I grunted.

Ella’s cries reached a fever pitch as I pounded into her with unrelenting force, her body writhing and convulsing beneath me.

Her slick walls clenched around me, gripping my shaft as if trying to pull me deeper. She was so close, but she hadn’t earned her orgasm yet.

I pulled out, leaving her furious and panting.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll make you come.” I smirked at her, relishing in the control I had over her once again.

She shook her head, still refusing to give in.

I moved to the edge of the bed and with a determined stride, I returned to the bathroom, leaving her.

“Where are you going?” she demanded in a panicked voice.

Ignoring her question, I snatched up a small white candle and lighter from the side of the claw-foot tub. I lit the wick and approached her once again. Waiting for the wax to melt to just the right temperature, I allowed it to drip onto her bare skin, starting from between her breasts and trailing down her stomach.

With a flick of my wrist, I gathered my glinting knife from the bed and dragged it across her, tracing the trail of wax with red droplets blooming in its wake.

“Tell me why, Ella. Why did you dare to defy me?”

She quivered with fear as a lone tear escaped her eye, and she held her breath. I continued to cut around the candle drippings, relishing in the sight of crimson blood seeping through her porcelain skin. As I reached the tender flesh of her inner thigh, her body convulsed in pain.

“Please, no more. I’ll tell you,” she pleaded between ragged breaths.

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