Page 62 of Grave Devil
His eyes light up, amused with my defeat as he shoves the stick back into my mouth. “Shhh. Hold still now.”
Why do I still find him beautiful? Even now, when he is the most dangerous thing in existence, a predator I should want to run from… I can’t take my eyes off him. I can’t help but shiver when he looks at me the way he does.
He fingers my lower lip for a moment, entranced with it. I watch, my chest heaving, breathless and terrified, as he becomes mesmerized with my face. He drags the tip of the blade across my cheek, light as a feather. “So pretty. Like mine was once… Keep your eyes on me, dark one.”
My teeth chatter around the stick as the reality of what’s happening starts to sink in. I think I’m going into shock.Fuck. I cower back as I regret ever agreeing to this. I wonder if he really would’ve taken no for an answer.
“Mmm. I want to fuck you like this. You’re so much more pleasant when you can’t speak.” He presses the tip of the blade into my cheek. “Now you’re really going to hate me.”
I arch my back and scream as he drags the blade through my skin without mercy. My entire body contorts in pain. Tears burst like water balloons from my eyes, burning as they spill into my open wound, mixing with the blood that rolls down my face.
He places a hand on my chest and pushes me back down to the bed. “Shh. Shh. Exquisite.”
I grunt and dig my teeth into the stick.Fuck.
“Almost done, dark one. You’re about to get a taste of what it feels like to be me.” He presses the bone to my cheek and stars dust my vision. I blink a few times, but it just makes my nausea worse. Little black dots swirl between us. But even as bile creepsup my throat, my pussy tingles. My juices leak out and trickle down my thighs.
He presses the jagged piece of animal bone to my broken flesh, wedging it in between the flaps of the cut. I arch and cry out again.
“Relax, it’s almost over. Butthisis really going to hurt now.” His eyes glow with hunger and need. His touch isn’t gentle, but it’s not forcible either.
He threads the silk fiber through the eye of the needle with such precision as if he’s done this a thousand times before. Perhaps he has.
A tingling spreads through my pussy as his lips form into a sinister smirk. Why do his threats make me so fucking wet? No matter how he touches me, I crave it.
I gasp when he makes the first incision. The stick falls out of my mouth. “Oh, fuck. I need drugs. Or booze. Please, my flask… let me have a sip.”
His pronged tongue slithers out and darts across his lips as he focuses on stitching me up. He weaves the needle in and out of my flesh—each prick burns like fire. “Pain builds character,” he mutters.
Sweat beads down my brow and lower back. Drums beat in the distance. Are we close to the bonfires? I swear I can smell smoke. I can feel the flames getting closer. “Don’t let the fire burn me.”
Sonny chuckles. “You’re losing it, dark one. I’ve pushed you over the edge, and now you’re hallucinating.” He ties the end of the thread into a tight loop and cuts the end off with the dagger. “There. So fucking pretty.” He beams back at me, pleased with his work.
I’ve never been a vain person, but the thought of what my face looks like now makes me want to vomit. Do I look hideous?Am I a monster too now? I throw my head to the side and pray for a cold wind. I feel like I’m heating from the inside out.
The Skelker caresses my wrists as he unties them from the bedposts. A sharp pain shoots up each of my forearms as the blood rushes back into my veins. He reaches in between my legs and drags a finger down my slit. “You’re a wet fucking mess. I knew the pain would make you cum.”
I turn my head, ashamed to look him in the eye. “Fuck you.”
He chuckles as he slides his cock back inside me.
I gasp at the stretch. At the way my body responds to him like he’s the only thing that can soothe me, despite the fact that he’s the reason I need soothing to begin with. I spread my legs wider and open up for him, urging him in deeper. I want to swallow him, consume him, fuse with him. Fuck.
I roll my hips up so I can rub my clit against his chiseled abdomen. “More,” I beg.
“Mmm. I own your pussy now, dark one.” He licks my wrists, alternating between each one with kisses. He’s so far in, I can feel his cock in my lower back. The bones on his shaft are rough, but they stimulate every sensitive nerve inside my pussy, drawing me closer and closer to the edge.
I clench tighter, desperate for him to rub me raw. “Harder.”
He slams into me so hard the entire bed jerks back against the wall. The frame cracks, sending the top half of the bed crashing to the floor. We’re at a tilt now, which ironically gives him an even better angle for destroying me.
He laughs diabolically as he rides my swollen pussy. “So fucking pretty like this. I’m going to come out of your fucking eye sockets.”
His vileness only makes me more feral. A loud moan unfurls from my throat as my orgasm starts to build. I grind myself against him like a wild animal, grunting and writhing like one as well.
“You like being a whore for me, don’t you?”Thrust. “You like it when I fuck you like one.”Thrust.
“Oh. Fuck. Shit. I’m cumming. Whatever it is you’re doing, don’t fucking stop. Please.”
