Page 74 of Touched By Darkness

But that’s not what makes me gasp.

It’s the man towering behind him, with flared raven wings, glinting fangs, and eyes that burn with hellfire.

In a swift move, Daemon grabs my companion’s head and rips it clean off. Warm blood sprays from the stump, splattering my face, and for a brief moment, I remain like that, held against the wall by a dead, decapitated man, before his body slumps. Then I’m grabbed and hauled into a hard chest as Daemon tosses the head to the side. The motion is so sudden and violent that I yelp, my hands flying up to Daemon’s chest.

His cruel, ruthless violence clashes with my raw need as he spins me around, shoves me against the cold brick, and yanks my dress up around my waist. He has no care in the world about the dead corpse at my feet or how my high heels bump into it when he slaps my ass.

“You thought I wouldn’t find you, little witch? That you could hide away in the human world? Newsflash”—his hand comes down again, and my shriek rings out in the quiet night—“I’ll always find you. There’s nowhere you can hide from me.”

Three quick slaps in succession, then a fourth, as if he can’t help himself.

My ass is on fire, but the pain has nothing on the achy, unsatiated need between my legs. My pussy is craving him and his unleashed darkness that’s about to wreak havoc on my heart.

With my hair fisted tightly in his hand, he kicks my ankles apart, then slides his hand inside my panties, over my drenched pussy, as he whispers in my ear, “More importantly, did you think I would let you fuck another man? Human or not?”

“It’s part of the hunt,” I breathe out, my voice breathy and shaky.

He shoves two fingers deep inside me. “Wrong, little witch, this pussy is mine.”

As if to prove his point, he pumps me hard and fast, my face pressing against the abrasive brick.

I take his punishment without complaint, partly because he’s too strong and I can’t fight him off, but also because I love his brutality.

“No one gets to have this but me.”

My hands press against the brick to offer me some level of reprieve. I don’t get any. His fingers work me into a frenzy until my arousal trails a path down my thighs, and the wet sounds my cunt makes blend with my heavy breathing and soft moans.

“Tell me I get to play withmypussy whenever I want.”

“You can play with it anytime you want,” I choke out before moaning.

“That’s fucking right,” he growls, shoving a third finger inside me. “It’s mine. Everything about you is fucking mine. You’re a whore for my fingers, my cock, and my tongue, isn’t that right?”

“Yes.” I don’t recognize my own voice.

“I’ll kill any dicks that get near you. I won’t hesitate to end their lives, understood?”

“Please,” I beg, my pussy pulsating with the need to come.

“Under-fucking-stood?” he grits out.

“Yes, Daemon.”

“That’s my good girl.” His grip remains tight on my hair as he unbuttons his jeans and takes his dick out, then he bands his arm around my waist and impales me on his cock, forcing me up on my tiptoes.

Daemon proceeds to ravage me amongst the blood and gore, beneath the starry sky. He fucks me hard with savage thrusts and whispered filthy words that stoke this fire burning inside me.

Shoving down my dress, he palms my swollen tits. “You love nothing more than to be fucked like a greedy whore. Did you think the human could fuck you this well? Did you think he’d make you bounce off his cock like this?”

It’s as if he’s goading and firing himself up even more with his own destructive jealousy.

“Do you like it when I claim you on top of his rotting corpse, little witch?”

My pussy clamps down in response, and his cruel laughter brushes the curve of my neck.

“Is this why you lured him out here? Somewhere in the back of that mind of yours, you knew I’d find you, and you knew I’d slaughter him like a pig for touching what’s mine.”

I did know. Like the time he killed a human man in the bar because I straddled his lap to get back at Daemon.

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