Page 53 of Behind the Shadows
When I lined myself up and shoved inside, the heat of her clamped down around me so tight my jaw locked. A guttural growl ripped from my throat as her body pulled me deeper, every inch of me swallowed in her wet, hot pussy. I’d imagined this, dreamed it, but reality was brutal and addictive, like being torn open and remade all at once.
For a heartbeat, something cracked open in me—raw, dangerous. The thought that maybe this wasn’t just about punishing her, but about needing her in a way I didn’t dare name. That flicker of weakness seared through me, terrifying in its intensity.
I crushed it. Buried it. I wasn’t here to feel. I was here to claim.
Her nails raked my shoulders, clawing, and the sting drove me harder. She wasn’t just taking me—she was marking me, claiming me in her own way. My fingers tightened on her throat again, her face flushing red as she gasped beneath me, and still she met me thrust for thrust, her body trembling but greedy, hungry.
Pleasure and rage collided, a storm I couldn’t control. Every clench of her cunt around me made it worse, made me wantto drown in her and destroy her in the same breath. My vision blurred with the force of it, my body burning with years of anger, hate, and desperate fucking need.
Her back arched, her cry spilling into the night as I drove into her, relentless. Each thrust was punishment. A claim. A vow that she wasmine. Dark. Twisted. Forever.
Her vision unfocused as I squeezed harder, nails bruising her delicate skin. The music of her choked moans echoed in the hush between dying pine trees. I brought her up to the very edge of consciousness, watched her skin pale. What if I finished her for real? What if I never let go, just kept thrusting and crushing until every ounce of rebellion drained from her cheeks and all that was left was the silence I craved?
The thought pulsed through me, thick and electric. My chest heaved, my mind frayed, fury and desire warring with each other and ripping me apart from the inside.
I fucked her harder, grinding her back and ass against the ground until her thighs streaked with dirt. She raked my arms and chest with her nails, desperate like a wounded animal. The sting pushed me further, fed the chaos unraveling in me. She convulsed, spasming, and I barely registered that she was coming until her juices leaked around my cock.
I slowed, gasping, trying to gather myself, but sanity was already slipping. I was unraveling in her grip, every thrust a punishment and a prayer, a plea for her to take the madness from me. Then the fury surged back, raw and uncontrollable. I slammed her into the earth until her sobs shook the night.
“Tell me,” I spat, twisting my hand so she couldn’t try to pry it off. “Tell me what he did, or you won’t breathe again.” My cock drove deep each time I punctuated the words.
She tried to pry herself loose as I held her by the throat and pumped into her, harder, deeper, punishing. She gurgled, a pink flush riding high on her cheekbones. Her arms dropped to hersides, and for a second I wondered if she’d pass out before I finished. My cock hardened with the thought, with the power—she was utterly at my mercy, helpless, like every other pathetic piece of trash suffocating this world.
I leaned closer to her, my lips finding her ear. “You want to live?” I whispered. My voice was thick, almost unfamiliar. “Beg for it.”
She clawed at my hand, but when she tried to speak the words came out as a rasp. I loosened my grip a little, and she gasped, “Please, please?—”
“Please what?” I drove into her again, slamming her hips to the earth, making her feel every inch of me. “Don’t kill you?” My hand caught her jaw, forcing her eyes to mine. “Beg. Plead. Fucking whimper.”
Her lips trembled, tears streaking her face. “Please,” she whispered again, “kill me.”
The words cracked something deep inside me. For a heartbeat, the fury faltered. She wasn’t asking me to spare her—she was begging me to end it. To release her from her past, her pain. And the worst part? I saw it in her eyes. She meant it. She’d already made her peace with death.
My chest tightened, a pain I couldn’t breathe through. God help me, I wanted to gather her close; to tell her no one would ever touch her again. That she was safe now. Instead, I buried it, forcing it down beneath the storm in my blood. I couldn’t be soft, not with her looking at me like that, not when I was this close to losing my fucking sanity.
Her words tumbled out, raw and shaking. “He … he was going to sell me for good. I heard him on the phone. Said I was worth more if I was scared. Said I was a purebred and some monsters like the taste of new meat. I ran. I ran so fucking far. I thought I was safe. I thought …”
The fury that tore through me wasn’t for her—it was for him. For Draco. For every bastard like him. My hands trembled against her throat, not from hate this time, but from the violence I wanted to unleash on them all.
“You’re never safe,” I ground out, but the words shook, more promise than threat. I rolled her over and drove into her from behind, my fist in her hair. “Not with men like that alive. But you’ll never belong to them again. You’remine.”
Her body convulsed around me, sobs breaking into moans, her fight bleeding into surrender. She arched back against me, her cunt gripping me so tight it made my vision blur. I leaned close, my lips brushing her ear. “Good girl. My good, stubborn girl. You tell me the truth, you give me everything, and I’ll make you come for me.”
Her body clenched, trembling in release, and I let go with her, pouring every ounce of rage and need into her until I was empty.
When I pulled out, I smeared my cum across her stomach and thighs, marking her. My hands shook as I did it—not with fury, but with something I refused to name.
“Tell me again,” I rasped, needing to hear it, needing her to anchor me. “Who’s the most dangerous man you know?”
Her glassy eyes met mine. “You are,” she whispered, voice trembling between awe and horror. “You’re a monster.”
And God help me, hearing it from her lips nearly undid me.
Seconds later, she was clawing at my arms as I tried to restrain her. I’d let my guard down after I’d come inside her. Before I realized it, she grabbed at my face and jerked the devil mask off. She gaped as she blinked at me, dumbstruck.
Reaching into my back pocket, I removed the syringe, pulled off the cap, and stabbed her in the neck.
“You shouldn’t have done that, Holland.”
