Page 63 of Kat Bethel

Anger wanted to take root, but he consumed everything I tried to feel.

“That’s it,” he panted as if he felt me surrendering to him.

I let the sensation erase all my thoughts, so he was all that was left. Every thrust inside me was too much, and too perfect at the same time. There was an extra edge knowing that with one wrong move he’d destroy my body. It made adrenaline skyrocket through my veins.

At least when he hurt me, it still felt good.

My moans were muffled around the shadow in my mouth, and it made all his thrusts speed up. Tears pricked my eyes as I tried to take in all the ways he was wringing pleasure out of me. Something swiped up my chin to my cheeks, like he was licking the tears away.

I didn’t belong to myself, and I found myself sinking deeper into it.

When my orgasm hit me, every nerve pulsed with ecstasy that made me see stars. His grunts took me that much higher. Fluid filled every orifice.

I swallowed without thinking and found he tasted like a blend of darkness and cum. The tendril around my throat tightened like he couldn’t handle me any more than I could him. For one split second, I thought he’d snap my neck.

Would he be able to stop himself in time?

Fuck it. If I died, it was a better death than the one I planned for myself.

Hopefully, my cousins forgive me.

The edges of my sight went blurry and my lungs screamed for oxygen, but I focused on the pleasure instead. I’d lived in pain. I’d die happy.

At the last minute, the tendril around my throat loosened just enough that I could comfortably breathe, and a kiss pressed against my throat, as if to apologize.

All the other shadows restraining me tightened, bordering on pain, but I loved how it made me feel desired. That stupid part of me hoped he left delicious bruises so everyone knew exactly how much of me he possessed.

I should’ve done something.

Anything.

My chest heaved as leftover waves went over me. I’d never come that hard in my life, and I knew a human could never compare to the delicious destruction of this monster.

When he left my mouth, I took in deep breaths as I recovered from the mind explosion still rocking my world.

My lips were wet with cum, but I couldn’t care about what I must look like. If anything I wanted more.

The fall of a witch.

His restraints around my limbs were the only things keeping me from collapsing. Every muscle was jelly. Even if I wrangled up the will to fight the countless restraints, I’d be useless.

His growl of satisfaction made my entire body tremble. Especially since he was still inside me and I could feel him vibrating through me.

“You are too perfect.” His breath rolled over me, making my trembling increase. “You’re going to make me burn this world down for you.”

Those words shouldn’t have settled in my heart as deeply as they did.

A knock pounded on the door with harsh authority. “It’s the police. Open the door.”

Chapter 23:

Iscrambledtowipehis cum off my face. “One second, please.”

I tried to dress, but my legs were jelly, and I fell onto the bed when the big muscles of my thighs gave up. So I settled for underwear and an extra-large shirt. My heart was in my throat when I opened the door, stumbling into the frame. “Yes, sir. How can I help you?”

It was still dark outside, with only the faintest hint of light coming from the horizon. I estimated it to be somewhere between six and seven in the morning.

The officer blushed slightly under his serious demeanor, like he hadn’t expected‌ someone to answer. “I was checking on you.”