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God, that name made my insides shudder in the best of ways. I would have killed anyone else who dared call me that, but him? From his lips, it made me feel filthy, it made me feel desperate. I nodded, biting my lip as I braced for the pain, for the throbbing, agonizing pleasure. I screamed when it came, my muscles tightening around him, squeezing until he groaned and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment.
“Fucking hell.” His pupils swelled as he opened them again, the blackness spreading to encompass nearly all of that bright golden ring. “You feel so fucking good.”
He entered me fully, leaning over me as my legs shook and I gasped, breathless at the stretch of having all of him inside me. “There’s my girl,” he growled in my ear, with a sudden hard, cruel thrust into me. “You take the pain so fucking well.”
I was so full, but my pussy was aching for him. It was swollen, dripping with need as he said sweetly, “Spread your legs for me again, love. I’m going to make you come.”
My breath came in rapid, desperate gasps as I obeyed, holding my own legs open because if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to keep them spread through sheer force of will. He slapped my thighs, leaving me shaking, before he spanked my pussy again — and again. The growing knot of pain was intertwined with swelling pleasure. They were inseparable, every sharp slap making me clench tighter and tighter until —
I shook from head to toe as I came, throbbing as he fucked my ass and gave me one last slap that was nearly unbearable, my clit pulsing with stimulation. The orgasm gripped me so tight I could barely breathe, and my pleasure made him move faster. My legs were pinned back, shaking violently as he used my ass until I felt his cock swell.
“Does the little slut want my cum in her ass?” he said, grinning as he gripped my face and shook it hard. “Say it, slut. Say what you want.”
I was too high on pain, still drowning in pleasure. It was easier just to growl at him, and snap at his hand like a feral thing, than to manage words. But he dodged my bite and came back harder, smiling wide as he hooked two fingers in my mouth.
“Go on and bite me,” he growled. “Fuckingbiteme like you mean it.”
God, his words got me hot. I bit down, hard, hard enough to have broken a mortal man’s fingers. But it only made Zane more vicious, it made him groan in pleasure as he fucked into me at a punishing pace.
“This ass is mine,” he growled, tugging my head forward. My bite had broken his skin, and his blood dripped over my lips. “All mine, don’t you ever fucking forget it.”
I released his fingers and spat his blood back in his face. He laughed — wildly, hungrily — and smeared the bloody spit over his face with his still-bleeding hand.
It was enough to push him over the edge.
His cock throbbed repeatedly, the subtle change in its thickness making my eyes roll back again. He pumped inside me, hot cum filling me. He eased me down, tucking back my hair as I closed my eyes and caught my breath. He caressed my thighs, touching softly where they stung, and leaving gentle kisses over my hot skin.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful.”
And I actually felt like I was.
27
Walking around downtown Abelaum felt like trying to move barefoot across a floor covered in thumbtacks, without making a sound. Every smiling face alarmed me. The laughter of passersby seemed sinister. Not even the most innocent actions were safe.
I could feel their eyes on me, prickling up my back, pressing against my skull. I was lucky the weather was rainy, because I could walk with my hood up. Hiding my face was the only way I could stay calm.
I would have preferred to have Zane with me, but he was off trying to track down the witches. I could reach him by cell — thank God demons accepted modern technology — but not having him immediately nearby felt as if I’d left my gun at home and gone out without a weapon.
I’d left this place for a reason. Abelaum wasn’t safe for me. At least, when I’d been out of Washington, I’d known the chances of me encountering a member of the Libiri were slim. Here, they were everywhere, hiding in plain sight.
And unless I could kill them, I didn’t want to encounter them.
But I still had work to do. Just as I’d suspected, Victoria was focusing most of her social time on that girl Zane had told me about, Raelynn.
There was no mistaking her; Zane’s description had been spot-on. A tiny woman, barely five foot, with big glasses and bobbed black hair. She made a strange companion for Victoria, who sat there with her Coach bag, sleek white raincoat, and perfectly manicured nails. Little miss Raelynn was wearing a denim jacket two sizes too big, the front lapels covered in band pins and the back covered in a massive Bad Religion patch.
She didn’t look familiar to me. I had to wonder how she’d ended up here, how the Hadleighs had managed to suck her in. Probably the same way they’d gotten me. Victoria would turn on her charm, make you feel special. She had a way of making you feel like the fortunate one for getting her attention. I’d considered myself lucky when I’d gained her friendship in high school. No one else had liked me but her.
The coffee I’d been drinking turned in my stomach. I was watching the two women from across the cafe, seated behind Victoria and in a corner so she couldn’t get an easy look at me. The woman who’d tried to kill me was only feet away. Her voice was all I could hear. There’d been a time when we’d been so close. Or at least...I’d felt close to her. I’d told her everything. I’d told her about my parents, about my dad leaving, and the pain of his death. I’d told her about my mother’s hatred of him, her boyfriends, her drinking — everything.
And she’d told me about her dad’s affair. How Everly had been born just a few months before she and Jeremiah were. How she’d seen her mother crying in the garden. How she felt like her dad was always pitting her and Jeremiah against each other, telling them both to “make daddy proud” as if it was all a game to earn his love.
Now I knew their competition had been very real. How fucking sick, to plan to sacrifice one of your children for some wicked God’s promises.
My hands tightened on the porcelain coffee mug. I didn’t feel sympathy for Victoria. She was carrying on the same murderous tradition as the rest of her cult. She lured people in, made them trust her, and then she manipulated that trust for her own gain. All in the hope that her own life would be spared.
Fuck her. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes. From what Zane had heard, her own brother was already plotting her death.
