Page 20 of His to Break
His knuckles slam into me with no warning, thick fingers spearing deep as a choked scream tears from my throat. "Tighter," I rasp, arching into the stretch while his free hand constricts my windpipe. "Show me hell'srealgrip, princeling."
The laugh bubbles up around his choking hold - half-mad, phosphorescent. "You'd...ugh...beg for my cock if--"
"Hah!" I buck violently, clenching around his cruel thrusts. "I know you'll...oh fuck...come apart the second I cli--"
White fire detonates behind my eyelids. My spine arches off the floor as wetness gushes down his wrist, thighs clamping his arm like a vise. "Guh!GUH!" The sounds rip from me feral, unholy - a beast unleashed.
Azrael withdraws glistening fingers, smearing my slick across his slave brand. "Such pretty lies you tell yourself." He licks them clean, obsidian horns catching torchlight.
I grab his throat, violet energy flaring. "Fuck. Me.Now."
His answering snarl shakes the chamber as he forces me backward. I barely register the sting of stone against my back before he's sheathed to the hilt, my cunt swallowing him whole. "This?" He slams my hips upward, tearing a guttural moan. "Thisis mercy."
"Harder!" I rake bloody furrows down his wing membranes. "Break it.BREAK ME!"
Chainmail bites my throat as he pistons into my ravaged folds. Our rhythm turns brutal, primal - clapping flesh echoing through the dungeon. I watch his control unravel with each slap of our bodies, my pent scream building like a geyser.
"Come." I dig heels into his flanks.
His roar shakes mortar from walls as he spills molten heat inside me. The convulsions trigger my own screaming climax, body seizing around him like a succubus stealing souls. We collapse in a tangle of limbs and spent curses, his spent cock still twitching within my ruined cunt.
"Again," I pant against his collarbone, tasting victory in my own sweat. "Before dawn."
Azrael's chuckle rumbles through me. "As my lady commands."
17
AZRAEL
Iwake alone, the chill of the chamber seeping into my bones. The last thing I remember is Kara’s warmth against me, her perfect body resting on my chest. But now… nothing. The bed feels cold without her.
I slip on my trousers, scanning the room for any sign of her. The air feels heavy, charged with an unease that prickles at the back of my neck.
“Kara?” My voice echoes softly against the stone walls, swallowed by silence.
A noise from the hall breaks through—garbled and desperate, followed by a dull thud that makes my heart race. I bolt upright, adrenaline flooding my veins.
I stride toward the door, pushing it open with barely contained urgency. What I see sends shockwaves through me.
Kara stands over a dark elf’s body sprawled on the floor, her chest heaving with exertion. Blood drips from her fingers, pooling beneath her like a crimson halo. Her eyes are wild—fierce and untamed—and she wears a twisted smile that chills me to the core.
“What have you done?” I hiss, rushing forward to grasp her wrist before she can wipe it clean on her tunic.
Kara jerks her arm free and tilts her head slightly, as if considering me for the first time since this madness began. “He was in the way,” she says simply, her tone disturbingly casual.
My heart pounds in my chest as anger and fear churn together. “You’ve just made them suspicious.” I pull her into the shadows just as footsteps echo down the corridor.
She leans closer to me, a mixture of thrill and defiance dancing in her gaze. “Let them come,” she whispers fiercely. “I’m done being afraid.”
The footsteps grow louder; two dark elves approach, their voices laced with authority and malice. My mind races as I weigh our options. We need to get out of here before they discover what she's done.
“Stay quiet,” I command softly, feeling the chains that bind me tug at my resolve but knowing Kara’s actions threaten everything we’ve built together—our plans for freedom and revenge now dangle precariously above a pit of danger.
Her breath quickens as she grips my arm tightly. “I don’t care if they find out,” she mutters defiantly.
A surge of frustration courses through me. “Youwillcare when they come after you,” I reply sharply.
As they draw closer, Kara presses against me, breathless yet exhilarated by this newfound power coursing through her veins. The sweet scent of blood hangs thick around us—a stark reminder of how far she’s willing to go now that she knows what she is capable of.
