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I whimpered as he yanked me off him and dragged me to my feet. Lucien spun me around, bent me over the couch, and raised my skirt.
“I should punish you for not wearing panties, Grace. But I’ve got bigger problems on my hands,” Lucien said through his teeth.
I screamed as he slammed into me from behind. My ass still hurt from all the whippings and spankings, but it was bearable, all thanks to him feeding me his cum.
Our flesh slapped together, and I jerked forward with each thrust of Lucien’s hips. He fisted my hair and yanked at it, making me shriek from the pain in my scalp. It took my mind off the pain in my abused ass and lower back. Even from the pain in my pussy as he thrust so deep inside me that I felt him hit against my cervix.
My toes curled, and goosebumps raised on my flesh as he pummeled into me, never going soft.
This was what I wanted from Sebastian. Now I had two demon boyfriends who loved getting rough with me. I should have hated being touched by them because of what my dad did to me. Instead, I wanted to have sex all the time with Lucien and Daiman. Maybe because I wanted to erase my dad’s touch from my body and replace it with better memories.
There was nothing gentle about this. Lucien, in general, wasn’t soft or docile. He didn’t tone down his roughness or coddle me like some doting husband who loved me. He stayed true to what he was at his core—a fallen angel who got off on causing pain.
Our relationship was fucked up, but I couldn’t get enough of it.
My stomach clenched, and I yanked at Lucien’s energy through our thread. He roared as he came, forcing me to join him. I cried out when he shoved deeper inside me. Lucien chuckled, slapped my now-healed ass, and then cracked his palm on the other cheek.
“Don’t worry, little sinner. I’ll discover all your secrets. You won’t like what I’ll do to you after I find out.” He yanked my hair, and I cried out as he forced me to look at him. A scowl marred his face, and his lips curled back in a snarl. “Now, are you going to be a good girl and tell me, or do you want me to find out for myself? Your punishment will be much worse if you choose the second option.”
I screamed as he forced me to orgasm. Wetness sprayed onto his pelvis. He cackled, cracking his palm against my ass and making it jiggle against him.
“Just wait until Daiman finds out. You think this is bad?” He grunted as he shoved deeper inside me, sending a shot of pain through my body and raising more goosebumps on my flesh. “You haven’t seen evil yet,Grace.”
66
DAIMAN
Iscowled as I looked through Grace’s bedroom. She’d explained she wasn’t around her family much because she spent a lot of time in her bedroom. I never pressured her to go into more detail, but something wasn’t right.
There was one thing about me that Grace didn’t know: I was patient. I waited things out, knowing someone would slip somewhere and say or do something I could grab onto to get what I wanted. When Lucien told me someone had beaten her, my mind immediately went to her family. Grace never left her house unless it was to be with Lucien and me, so the answer was here. I just needed confirmation.
Her bedroom was on the smaller side but was clean, except for the unmade bed. I glanced at the medicine bottles on her nightstand. I grabbed her meds and stuffed them into my pockets, knowing she wouldn’t return here. Not ever.
I could still see the image of Grace’s ass covered in bruises and welts that Lucien shared with me in our mind path. All I could see was red, and I wanted to snap someone’s neck for hurting her.
Grace was protecting the person who beat her. They didn’t deserve the grace she gave them.
Turning around, I glared at the door as I heard footsteps climbing the stairs. I glamoured myself to become invisible and left the bedroom. I walked down the hall and watched as a teen girl glanced in my direction, staring at Grace’s door before walking away and disappearing into her bedroom.
That was red flag number one.
I went down the stairs and found her parents sitting in the living room with the TV on. They were watching a movie with Christian elements, talking about the grace of God and being a good person and blah blah blah. I had to hold back a gag from how pathetic it was.
I stood in the corner, watching them with my arms folded over my chest. They were like mindless animals that ate up everything the movie spoon-fed to them. Even the acting was atrocious. I ground my teeth together, tuning out the movie as I watched Grace’s parents.
After the movie ended, the woman switched off the TV and set the remote aside with a heavy sigh.
Her husband scowled at her. “I wasn’t done watching TV.”
“I’m sorry, honey. Here.” She handed the remote to him and began to stand up, but he stopped her as he yanked her onto the sofa.
“You’re not done either,” he growled, and his chubby face reddened. A vein throbbed in his forehead.
Red flag number two.
She looked at him with her eyebrows scrunched together. “But I’m tired. I’d like to go to bed now.”
“You will obey your husband, or do I need to instill respect and obedience in you too?”
