Page 58 of Grave Devil
He doesn’t slam the door or race up behind me. No, he waits. He lurks. The floorboards creak below. He walks slowly up the stairs, his breath heavy. It’s all I can hear in this silence. That and the hammering of my heart.
I flatten myself against the wall farthest from the door. As if somehow I can disappear into the chipped paint. Terrified, I nearly pass out when he appears in the doorway. His size is unnatural. The man is so big, he has to duck under the frame before entering. Which makes me wonder if any part of him is still human at all. I think thathemight be la bestia.
“I’m glad you came.” He stalks toward me, taking his time. Deliberately taunting me with his restraint.
Fuck. I can’t stop shaking. “What do you want from me?”
“You know what I want. Don’t ask stupid questions.”
“No. I mean after. Will you kill me? Take me back to hell with you?” My heart is going to explode if he gets any closer. But he will. He’s inching toward me as if he’s gliding across the floor.
“Oh, are we already having the whole what-are-we-to-each-other talk? I didn’t know you’d gotten so attached to me.” He stops just short of pressing up against me. His breath is sweet and warm on my face. His amber eyes flicker with amusement.
I hug the wall so hard the spot between my shoulder blades starts to ache. “What? No. You’re obsessed with me. Clearly.” I can’t catch my breath. Fuck.
His hand snaps out and closes around my throat. He drags me forward and slams me onto the bed. I claw at his fingers as air depletes from my lungs. I can’t even scream for help.
“Shhh… Will you cry for me when I hurt you?”
I gasp as he releases my throat only so he can pull the ropes down to secure my wrists to the bedposts. “I will never shed a tear for you,” I grit out.
There are moments you can’t take back. I think this is one of them…
The Skelker removes his cloak as he straddles me. “Yes. You. Will.” He takes his time unlacing my corset, never taking his eyes off mine as he unwinds the ribbons.
“Please…” I gasp when his fingertips graze my bare breasts. “Fuck. It burns.” His touch leaves black, inky marks on me that exude small wispy threads of smoke.
“Since I am damned, so shall you be.” He rakes his nails down my torso as he rips the rest of my bodice off.
I scream and arch my back as the most excruciating pain shoots through me. “Why are you doing this to me?”
He covers my nipple with his mouth and sucks, replacing the pain with heat. Blinding white heat. Fuck. Drool dribbles down my chin as I toss my head from side to side.
“You are most beautiful when you suffer. You make me want to do unspeakable things when you look like this. So scared and yet so hot for my cock.” He tears my skirts open with his barehands, jerking them away from my body. “So eager to be the devil’s whore.”
A surge of nausea creeps up my throat as I watch him in horror. He is a monster, a psycho, half man, half beast. Heartless. “You’re not the devil. You’re just his pet. A pathetic servant who can’t—”
He grabs my throat and squeezes. “I’m going to show you what it means to serve, dark one.”
He rakes two fingers down the length of my tongue, so far back, I gag and convulse. “Such a pretty throat. So eager to choke on me.”
I feel his cock harden against my stomach, and I hate myself for wondering what it looks like.What it feels like. As I lay here in my torn dress with his fingers down my throat, my pussy wet, my nipples hard, my shame and my lustful appetite are at odds with each other.
He spreads my legs open with his knees then circles the tip of his thumb over my clit with light delicate strokes. “Your fear is like a drug… I want to show you what he did to me.” His eyelids flutter as he unzips his pants. “He did it foryou.”
Oh, fuck. My breath quickens. “Please untie me. Please.” I try to writhe away from him, even though I know it’s no use. The ropes burn my wrists the more I struggle.
“You’re his whore, Mia. But he gave you to me. Mine to tie up. Mine to mark and scar.Mine.” A sound I’ve never heard a man make gurgles from his throat; a feral growl mixed with a high-pitched whine. His nostrils flare as he bares his teeth before sinking them into my thigh.
“Fuck!” I scream out as he tears into my flesh.
He thrusts his thumb inside my pussy and presses down on my abdomen with his palm. I let out a moan, my voice cracking, as I struggle to understand the sensations taking over my body.A spasm flickers violently inside me while he laps at his own bite mark with his pronged tongue.
“You bring out the beast that lives inside me,” he rasps. He rakes his teeth higher, hovering them over my clit.
I shake my head. “No. Please.”
He smiles before taking my clit between his teeth. But he doesn’t bite down hard, just nibbles, and oh my fucking god, it makes my entire body heat. I roll my head back and bite my lip. “Fuck. You.”
