Page 42 of All Your Bloody Lies

Every fiber of my being is craving what he could offer. My brain, the only sensible part of me, is also being influenced. Even for someone like me, who survives on a lifeforce only granted through orgasm, I’m utterly lost as to what I truly desire.

I just know I want to feel good.

I’ve not felt good in so long.

With force, I push down onto his mouth and feel his teeth nipping at my pants. He is desperate and so am I, which makes me grind against his face while throwing my head back. I’m not ready to admit to myself how even just the thought of what he is about to do to me makes my stomach fill with elation. My chest is tightening and Iknow I’ve completely lost the battle, even if I swear I still want to fight.

He nicks my skin, and I let out a yelp just as I hear the tear of my pants. His need is as palpable as mine for him to dive in, and I’m physically unable to keep my moans behind closed lips.

I feel his tongue against my lips as he wraps it around my panties and pulls until they tear just the same as my pants. The groan he emits makes my legs shake.

My hips drive downward, not giving him a moment to make a stupid remark. I don’t want to hear him, I just want him to please me.

His tongue finds my bundle of nerves so fast I call out in absolute need for more. When he wraps his lips around it and flicks back and forth, I’m lost trying to find my breath.

“Yes… Kai…” my moans are becoming subdued, and it’s not from the lack of pleasure, but I don’t feel the need to force myself with anything. He is feasting as though I am the last meal he will ever have. I don’t need to tell him that I want him to move to slide his tongue inside of me because the moment the thought even crosses my mind, he is entering my cunt and smothering his face between my slit.

I don’t think I can go down further, even if I try. He could stay there without suffocating, and I want nothing more than

for him to be there until I’m passed the fuck out.

When he pulls his head back it doesn’t go far, and he bites down on my thigh through my pants. His bite is like a mini orgasm, it shoots fire through my core and I physically want him to drink from me. However, he isn’t stupid, and I can’t blame him.

I am shocked when he does pull my blood into his mouth, more than he has so far. What he doesn’t understand is, even if he spits it out, it seeps into his tongue and into his bloodstream. I am inside of him whether he thinks I am or not.

I could kill him, just like Mathas, but I’m fucking stupid and won’t.

I’m taken fully by surprise when he releases my leg and goes right back to my clit. All the blood in his mouth pours over my bundle and down to my core. “You taste so fucking delicious.” I should be disgusted, not more turned on that I know I just came a little. “You like that, don’t you, little demon?”

He sits at my clit, and when he sucks, I lift my ass off his throat and call out to Belial himself as I hit my peak. It’s then that he releases my wrists and pulls me down so that I can’t lift from my spot on his face.

My Gods.

There is not a part of me that isn’t shaking and as I lean forward, my Amoro is thriving. I’m not feeding but I feel satisfied, so much so I’m having a hard time seeing straight.

I feel another nip at my thigh, and I wince.

Then another.

“Kai…” Before I can even recognize what he is doing, my shoulders are slumping. “Too—much—” He’s fucking poisoning me. “Cinna—”

“I love the way she fights, it’s probably my favorite thing about her.” He is always so brutal, and of course he is the biggest one of the

five. Why couldn’t the scrawny one be brutal and this one be gentle?

From the claw marks, suffocation, punches and rape, my entire body is completely numb now that he is done with me. It’s the only reason he isn’t the one I hate the most. At least I have some relief in the end.

The sound of a phone ringing makes me twitch, my head drooping down because I lack any strength to keep it upright. I’m surprised my arms haven’t torn from their joints from hanging as long as I had been.

Though, truthfully, I don’t even know how long I have been here in this nightmare.

“Hello?” I wish to drown out his voice, but I use the hope that someone good is on the other end of the line, and scream.

“Help me!” my voice cracks, my sob becoming the most potent part of the bellow. “Please… Help me!”

I hear him approach me as he speaks through the phone.

I scream louder. There are no words accompanying it, just pure, unhindered shouts of terror and pain. Someone, anyone, has to have a heart and come find me. I can’t be alone.