Page 75 of Corrupt Shadows

“You can’t hurt me, Evie. Let it all out,” he orders huskily, sensing my knee-jerk reaction to suppress them.

I let them out, and they explode around us. The candles blow out, submitting us to darkness. The wood panels of the confessional shatters, but he keeps me upright. Splinters dig into my skin, but the pain only excites me further.

“What a good filthy slut you are.”

The room seems to quake, the stone beneath us shuddering as our magic fuses. Anticipation rises inside me, lifting me to new heights. He inhales sharply, pressing deeper. Saliva covers every inch of his shaft, and he holds the tip at the back of my throat for a few seconds, moaning and quivering.

Oh God.

He growls, pulling on my hair. “God can’t reach you here, killer.”

My shadows drape over him, their purring filling the silence. He closes his eyes as sparks ignite in the wake of his touch. I can feel the strength in his deep grunts as he pushes his hips toward me with each movement.

I gag again.

“I know you can take it, witch. Your tongue feels incredible.”

I close my eyes and focus on the feeling of him inside me, his movements becoming more forceful. My throat muscles pulsate around him, and I sink deeper with each thrust of his dick.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

A surge of sparks shoot down my spine and out to my toes. I want him to tell me that again. I want to hear how much my mouth is affecting him.

His moans reverberate through the room and into my ears. His eyes shut, and his breath hitches as I take him to the edge. As he fucks my face faster, his lips muffle his moan, and my thighs clamp together.

He lets out a long groan, and his hips buck up against me. His hands tighten around my head, holding me without air. My lightheadedness adds to the intensity as I increase the speed of my motions, taking him deeper and faster, unable to breathe.

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he says breathlessly, grunts in between his words.

As he thrusts, his body tenses until he quakes with release. He releases a deep roar and loses all control.

I drink his cum, gulping as it pours down my throat. I keep swallowing, teasing out every shudder, but there is so much cum. The remainder of his release spills over my lips, then drips from my chin onto my breasts.

The last pulses throb in my mouth as I softly suck, his pleasure feeding mine. He looks down at me, his pupils dilating as he drinks me in with his bedroom eyes. He cups my cheeks, staring straight into my soul as if nothing around us exists. My reflection in his stare startles me. My eyes are pure black.

“Look at you,” he says as the shadows devour every pulse of desire leaking from my body, and smeared blood begins to dry atop my chest. “You’re beautiful.” He grazes a finger along the tattoo on my breast and groans appreciatively. “Now everyone will know you belong to me. Now turn onto your stomach. I’m not done with you yet.”

He pulls a cigarette from the packet, somehow still intact, and lights it, the cherry glowing purple in the dim room. I watch as the smoke curls into his mouth, then he leans down, and I close my eyes. He kisses me, and smoke dances from his mouth to mine. I inhale, and he grips my arm before pulling away.

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the darkness leaking from me. Everything is carnage around us. The chapel is blown to pieces, a symbol of how far I have fallen. Perhaps it’s better that I never return from this realm. Here, Rosa, Gomez, and any innocents are safe from me.

I’m a monster.

Lorcan tilts my chin, his fingers squeezing the skin between them. He looks into my eyes as if he can sense every dark thought. But unlike the others, he doesn’t see a monster. He sees something beautiful, and that’s somehow more terrifying.

THIRTY-ONE

Lorcan

My hair ruffles as a gust of winds rips through the open windows of my bedroom. The plum curtains billow out into the room before settling into place again. I gaze out the window to the thick pine forest below, resting my bare foot against the stone sill.

Angry footsteps sound from the hallway, then my door bursts open, and a sexy but highly infuriated witch graces my presence. Perhaps leaving her in the chapel alone wasn’t the best idea, but she needed time with her shadows. Embracing one’s inner evil is a solo activity, and now that her magic has been set free, she’s fully planted on the darker side.

She raises her chin and stomps in my direction. Evie stops by my side and levels her searing gaze on me. Fuck, she has such pretty eyes. They’re even more beautiful with their tint of blackness.

“Where is my room?” she snaps, placing her hands on her hips. Her lengthy dark chocolate locks blow into her face, ruining the mean-girl vibe she was putting out. “Ugh. This mansion—”

“Manor.”

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