Page 111 of Touched By Darkness

Removing his hand from my throat, he slams his palm over my mouth to muffle my moans. The more I whimper, the harder he fucks me, spurred on by the wet sounds elicited from my pussy. I sound like a needy whore.

Hisneedy whore.

Heat pools low in my belly, curling and tingling. I’m about to come. My spasming cunt clamps down on his cock as if it wants to imprison him and never fucking let him go. Fuck, if he makes me feel like this all the time, I never want him to stop.

He pinches my nose, effectively cutting off my airflow, and then as he slides his hand beneath me to rub my clit, I come. The orgasm tears through me like a crash wave, my lungs burning with the need to inhale a breath.

Three more thrusts, then he stills, whispering in my ear while my cunt continues milking his cock. “Such a filthy little whore. I bet Daemon never fucked you this good.”

I freeze.

Everything fucking stops.

Amenadiel’s cock still pumps me full of cum, jerking inside me. I can feel every twitch even more acutely now that my nostrils fill with his spicy scent when he releases my nose.

This time when my muffled whimper sounds beneath his big palm on my mouth, it’s one of fear and shame.

I let him fuck me, thinking it was Daemon.

Amenadiel makes no move to slide out from me, and I make no move to shift him off me. He’s too heavy, holding me immobile with his weight.

“It’s okay to admit that you enjoyed every second. Your pussy doesn’t lie, and I don’t judge.” His cruel chuckle sends shivers down my back. “I’ve never felt a pussy squeeze me that hard.”

Tears prick the backs of my eyes.

Shame clogs my throat and steals my voice unlike anything I’ve experienced. I wait, silent and barely breathing, until he shifts off me to tuck his softening dick away. Only then do I scramble back and clutch the quilt to my naked chest while his sticky cum seeps from my pussy.

I’ve never felt this dirty before.

Used…

Reaching forward, Amenadiel cups my chin and drags his thumb over my lips non-too gently. “Next time, I’ll fuck this pretty mouth.”

I wrench free, about to hurl abuse at him, when my eyes snag on the door behind him. It hovers midair, wide-open, oozing darkness, like pus from an infected wound. Unlike the last door I entered, what waits for me on the other side of this one is a black void. As deep and frightening as an uncharted oceanic trench.

Amenadiel’s fingers dig into my chin, stealing my attention. “I’ll shove my cock so far down your throat that you’ll claw my thighs while choking and crying.”

When I stay silent, he follows my gaze as it drifts back over his shoulder.

“What is with you and your fascination with doors?” His voice carries a tinge of amusement. Then he looks back at me and jostles my chin. “We both know you’re too scared to enter it a second time.”

He’s not wrong.

Whatever lurks behind that door is not good.

A shadowed hand, with crooked, arthritic fingers, emerges from the darkness. It reaches for me, elongating and twisting grotesquely, bones snapping, skin breaking open to reveal rotting flesh and maggots. As it crawls closer on the bed, I scramble back and a frightened gasp slips from my lips.

“What’s happening?” I choke out, cowering against the bed frame, with the sheet pooling around my waist. I’m too scared to care that Amenadiel’s hungry gaze roams over my naked breasts like he wants to feast on them.

“The darkness is claiming you.”

“What?” I shriek, kicking my foot when pale, ice-cold, and gnarly fingers wrap around my ankle.

“I can help you on one condition.”

“What condition?” I blurt out, kicking at the monstrous hand again when it tries to grab for me.

Sharp, torn nails cut my skin and dig into my ankle.

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