Page 80 of The Hellkeeper

"You're the only one I worship," I manage to moan.

He drags me up by my hair, forcing me onto my knees. He tugs me closer, unbuttoning his pants and pulling his cock free.

My lips part. He watches me with dark, endless hunger.

"Open wider, little sinner."

I kiss along his length, eyes wide. He pushes the tip into my mouth. I suck, swirling my tongue.

"Look at you," he murmurs. "Worshipping me like I'm the only god in your world."

I hum around him, watching his jaw clench, fingers twitching in my hair. Power rushes through me. Once, I would've been shy. Now, I love this. Love how he unravels for me. How I can make this terrifying man weak with just my lips, my hands, my body.

"Everything I destroy, I destroy for you," he rasps. "Every sin I commit, I commit for you."

He yanks me back just enough to see my face, thumb dragging over my swollen lips.

"My good girl takes me so well."

I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slow, teasing. "I can take more."

He grins before thrusting deeper. I gag, breathing through my nose to ease the pressure. My eyes water, but he holds my head still. I love it. His other hand comes up, caressing my hair as I choke on him.

"I'm the only one you'll ever bow for. The only one you'll ever need."

And he's right.

He's absolutely right.

Using my hair, he drags me away from my favorite treat. Flipping me onto my stomach, my cheek presses into the ground. My fingers claw at the dirt, digging into the remnants of what used to be. Ash clings to my skin, to him, to us. His hands drag over my back, down to my hips, and he rips my panties off. Absolutely feral.

“Feel it, Amelia. The remnants of what I burned for you. Let them look up at us. Let them witness what our religion truly is.”

I can never say no to this man. My fingers curl into the soot. It gets under my fingernails, so deep I don’t think I’ll ever feel clean again. He watches me with dark fascination, his pupils swallowing the silver of his irises. Without warning, he thrusts inside me.

My eyes roll back from the mix of pain and pleasure, but mostly pleasure.

He pounds into me, hard and unforgiving, and I make sounds that would make the devil himself blush. Each thrust is brutal, relentless, exactly how I crave it.

“You know what you’re kneeling on?” he murmurs, voice thick with possession. “Ash and dust. All that’s left of the ones who hurt you. Who thought they could touch you. Look where they are now. And look where you are. Look where I’ve put you.”

We go at it like animals. That’s what Damien turns me into; an animal who can’t think of anything but the pleasure he gives. I’m incoherent, unable to form words, so I let him speak.

“They burned for you,” he growls. “And now, you burn for me.”

We are messed up. No sane person processes trauma like we do. But this is just us. Unapologetically us. With one final thrust, he releases inside me. I follow, unraveling around him.

We collapse into each other. He pulls off his shirt and dresses me in it. We sprawl across the ground, spent and heaving.

Just as my body trembles from the aftershocks, he takes my soot-covered hand and slides something cold onto my finger. A ring. A dark metal band, a single black diamond in the center.

I stare at it, heart hammering in my chest. “You didn’t even ask me to marry you.”

Damien smirks. “I own you, Amelia. I don’t need to ask.”

It should be outrageous. But nothing has ever felt more right.

Still, I lift my chin, refusing to back down. “Then let me own you, too.”

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