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Alora

I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t stop Jon’s pain-filled screams from penetrating my head. It felt like an icepick to my brain. I tried to focus on anything else, but nothing worked as his voice echoed around the cavernous room. If I didn’t know better, I would say that the dead were screaming along with Jon.

Suddenly, everything was reduced to soft whimpers except for my heart, that still pounded hard in my chest. I jerked on my chain, and it rattled loudly as Greyson stepped up to the open archway. My body shook as his blood-splattered face turned in my direction. My brain was torn between swimming in a sea of terror and turned-on, which only added to my conflicted state of mind. He stood before me in black leather pants and shitkickers. The massive upside-down cross on his chest and hard abs seemed to glow with the candlelight.

My bottom lip trembled as he headed in my direction. “Are you going to kill me,” I asked.

“I thought you wanted me to kill you. Wouldn’t I be giving you what you wanted,” Greyson asked, his tone cool, as he unlocked the chain that was wrapped around my waist from the wall.

“I don’t know what I want,” I said honestly.

Grabbing my arm, Greyson hauled me to my feet and dragged me to the massive stone coffin that was the centerpiece of the room.

“Lie down,” he ordered. I sat on the edge but looked over my shoulder at the exit.

I wasn’t dying like this.

Yanking the knife from the holster on his leather pants, I swiped at him, but he jumped back. “I’m not letting you kill me down here like this,” I said and stabbed at him again, forcing him to back up. I yelled as I lunged again, managing to slice open the palm of his left hand. He growled, and I turned and sprinted for the exit.

Running up the stairs, I whimpered and panicked as I tried to push the decorative coffin out of the way. It wouldn’t budge, and I was all too aware of Greyson stalking me. Glancing back, I knew it was over.

“Help,” I yelled, my nails scraping the bottom of the stone. I screamed as Greyson yanked the chain, still dangling from my waist. All my dignity was tossed aside as I fell back down the stairs and landed in a heap at the bottom.

“Naughty girl,” he said, picking up the knife that had ended up clattering to the floor at his feet. Greyson wrapped the end of the chain around his hand and dragged me back. “What did I tell you would happen if you tried to run?”

I braced my feet on the floor and tried to pull the chain, but it was like playing tug-o-war with a bull that just kept on walking. “I don’t want to die. There I said it,” I yelled.

Greyson put the knife out of reach before standing me up once more. “Who said I was going to kill you?”

“You did.” I pointed in the direction of Jon’s final screams. “You said if anyone touched me, and I allowed it, you’d kill us both. I don’t know how the fuck you wanted me to push that guy or anyone else away, with my wrists and ankles tied and ball shoved in my mouth.” I was fuming and went for anger to hide my out-of-control fear.

“No, I said if you welcomed it and wanted it. Now, lie down.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn’t know who I’d done wrong when I was born, but whoever it was, hated me. Sliding back on the coffin, I lay down and sucked in a sharp breath as my back hit the cold stone. While I stared up at the dark ceiling, the chain around my waist dug in like a spiked collar around my neck. He locked the cuffs around my ankles into place first before forcing me to lift my arms above my head. I was once more wholly incapacitated. My pulse was so high it would’ve concerned any doctor as I tried to keep the panic at bay.

I watched as Greyson walked over to the knife he’d set aside, and the trembling started as I pictured him cutting off body parts. Instead of the dismembering I imagined, he pulled on the thin strap of the bikini bottoms I was still wearing and sliced it. He did the other side, and I gasped as he pulled out the vibrating toy he’d left in me all night.

After Jon was escorted out, Greyson continued to edge me until we left the bar. I was allowed to use the bathroom—while he watched—and drink a bottle of electrolytes before I was cuffed up once again. Then he’d driven to the cemetery and shackled me in his crypt while he left to collect the drunk from the bar. I couldn’t even say what time it was anymore. An hour could’ve passed or a whole day.

When he slipped the vibrator into his mouth and groaned while sucking it off, I couldn’t look away. His eyes remained locked on mine. “You fucking taste like perfection wrapped in terror, Doll.” I shivered as he placed the vibrator down beside me.

He crawled up onto the coffin, and the thump, thump, thump of my heart pounded the inside of my chest. My stomach twisted into knots, but I couldn’t deny the excitement also coursing through my body. It wasn’t right that one person could cause so much chaos in another. My eyes were locked on his as he lowered his head between my legs. The first flick of his tongue teased me and sent a stab of pleasure through my body. It shouldn’t even be possible after the hours on his X, but he managed to make my blood sing.

I’d been so sure that the devil had come and claimed me long ago, but I was wrong. He’d only just found me, and I was going to regret the bite of the apple as much as Eve had.

Greyson

“You fucking taste like perfection wrapped in terror, Doll,” I said, loving how she opened her mouth to scream as I sucked on her swollen clit, but no sound passed between her lips. Every part of Alora’s body was edged to the point of pain. With pleasure that strong, it was hard to tell the difference between them. “Mmm.”

My tongue swirled in circles as I pulled the climax up from inside her body. I wanted her to come in my mouth, and I wasn’t getting off of this coffin until she screamed and thrashed as I drank her down. The cut on my hand left a trickling of blood on the inside of her thigh. I licked it up and then continued my assault, the metallic taste tingling as it mingled with Alora’s sweet flavor. She never lost that intoxicating cinnamon scent.

“Greyson…I…I can’t take anymore,” she said, but her hips pressed up harder into my mouth.

“Then come for me, Doll.” Sucking hard on her clit, her ass lifted off the coffin, and I cupped her cheeks, not letting her wiggle around.

Alora yanked on the chains as she yelled and came. I’d never tasted anything as sweet and licked every drop before crawling up her lax body. Her head lolled to the side, and I watched as her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath. Gripping Alora’s jaw, I turned her face to mine, and pride filled me as I stared at her glassy-eyed expression.

“Good girl,” I cooed softly. “Now, you need to make a choice.” She licked her lips, the wariness returning to her eyes. “I told you that if you tried to run, I’d make someone you cared about pay for your sin. But I’m going to give you a choice.” I smirked at her and loved how she searched my face as if looking for any sign that I might be joking or could be reasoned with before locking on my eyes once more.

“What kind of choice?”

“I can hunt down Miss Harper, your friend Rex from the shelter, or pay a visit to Mr. Molisano and bring you back a body part. I don’t know which yet. Could be as small as a finger, an ear, all the way up to a whole foot.” She swallowed. “Or you hand yourself over to me right now.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I get to fuck you right here, right now. I’m going to make you bleed for your transgression. But….” I held up my finger in front of her face. “I won’t cut off any body parts or kill you. Tick-tock, time to choose.”

I knew her answer, but she needed to say the words. Willingly handing herself over to me as payment, she would learn who pulled the strings on her heart, mind, and body from now on. She was my doll—my marionette—and I would make her dance, but her agreement to it was so much more delicious.

“You know what I’m going to say,” she said, calling me out. I cocked a brow at her as I shrugged. “I’ll take the punishment. Don’t hurt them.”

“Do you really think that fucking me is going to be punishment?”

“I think anything that worms you further into my mind is extremely dangerous. So yes, it’s a punishment. But you already knew that, too, or you wouldn’t have made it part of the deal. You don’t need to fuck me or anyone badly enough to make that part of an ultimatum.”

When it came to her, that was debatable, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. “So, your final answer is the second choice.”

“Yes, do it. Do whatever you want to me.”

I whistled low as I stood and unzipped my pants. Alora was annoyed with me, but she still watched my hand as I pulled out my cock and stroked it for her. The desire was in her eyes even if she fought to say the words.

“I wouldn’t tell me to do whatever I want.”

She sighed and glanced up at my face. “Would I really be able to stop you?”

Smirking, I grabbed my knife and hopped back up on the coffin between her thighs. She swallowed hard, but she clenched her jaw and stared into my eyes. She clearly wanted to call me every swear word in the book, but she valued those she cared about and was willing to sacrifice herself for them. Alora was much braver than she gave herself credit for.

“No, you wouldn’t. But don’t freely give anything of yourself away like that. Everyone, including myself, needs to work for it. With that said, if any other man ever touches you…well, you now know I’m very serious.” Settling between her legs, I teased her as I flexed my ass and rubbed my cock against her.

The pulse was jumping in the side of her neck, which matched the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I pushed the tip of my cock into her and bit back a groan as the intense heat and her tight pussy squeezed me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” She felt like a damn virgin as I fought to thrust my cock into her.

Alora gasped and closed her eyes. “Jesus, fuck….”

At the halfway mark, I gave up being nice and growled as I pushed the rest of my cock into her vice of a pussy. I shuddered, and sweat broke out on my back.

“Ah! Fuck, oh my god,” she yelled in my ear as she tensed and yanked on the chains holding her hands. Tears trickled down her cheeks. “So big.”

“It’s better to rip off the bandage,” I said and pulled back, slamming into her while she jerked again.

“Too much,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Breathe, Doll.” I stopped. “You weren’t a virgin, right?” She shook her head no. But I wished she hadn’t told me the truth. Now all I could think of was crushing the guy’s skull who took her virginity while I fucked her and made her scream beside his dying body. The rage was boiling within me, and my arms shook as I gripped the edge of the coffin.

Pulling out again, I slammed all the way in, and this time, she didn’t tense as much but still swore. “Good girl, now scream for me,” I ordered and fucked her hard, giving in to the need coursing through my body. Each thrust brought me closer to coming, but it was the sound of her screaming that tightened my balls.

I rose up, moving faster and harder. Alora felt incredible. I couldn’t get enough and knew that I’d happily fuck her like this all day, every day. There was a shift in her that I recognized as her screams changed from pain to pleasure. Alora’s eyes went wide when I laid my sliced hand over her mouth.

“Lick the cut you made, drink me down, Doll. Drink the blood you drew.” Her tongue tentatively ran along my palm, and I fought off the urge to come as she tasted me. Fuck, she was perfect. “Good girl, now come for me. Come on my cock”

Her breathing picked up, and her tongue kept in time with each thrust. Alora moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. I waited until she was starting to crest into what I could feel would be a powerful orgasm.

Removing my hand from her mouth, I stared for a moment, transfixed by the sight of my blood smeared on her face.

“Oh, God…Greyson, oh….” Her movements became frantic, and I fucked her as hard and fast as I could. Picking up the knife, I waited until she started to scream, pleasure gripping her, and then, with a precise strike, I stabbed the knife through the palm of her hand. Alora’s eyes snapped open. She screamed from the intense pleasure that was too far along to stop and the pain that was now searing through her body. The two mingled and became one. Right on cue, she not only came again, but she squirted. The force almost pushed me out of her pussy. Her face was contorted from the dual sensations. I continued to fuck her, riding out her orgasm, the sound of her whimpers and our bodies coming together loud in the cavernous space.

As soon as she slumped in the chains, I yanked the knife free and held it up to show her before licking the sharp blade clean. She moaned, and the sound filled me with more pride than I’d ever felt in my entire life. Not even one of my kills satisfied me like this.

Pulling free of her, I quickly unlocked all the cuffs and picked her limp body up. I loved that she laid her head against my chest. Walking her into the next chamber, Jon was still swinging. I kicked him, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Good, you’re not dead yet.” I sat Alora down on the floor and gripped her chin in my hand. Her hazy expression made me smirk. “Get on your knees.” She didn’t argue. Holding her bloody hand to her chest, she got up on her knees and wavered a little like she was indeed intoxicated.

Grabbing my cock, I stroked it hard and fast. It didn’t take very long for the climax I’d been holding back to build. I kicked Jon again. “Keep your eyes open. I want you to see this.”

I sucked in a deep breath. “Open your mouth, Doll,” I growled, loving that she not only opened her mouth but stuck her tongue out. “Oh fuck, yes…fuck me…such a good girl.” The first pulse of come landed on her cheek, and the second hit her mouth and chin. By the time I was done, my doll looked like she’d been painted with my come. Her eyes were closed, and taking a chance, I stepped forward and tapped my cock on her tongue. “Lick it clean, Doll.”

My head tossed back, and I groaned as she sucked my cock into her mouth without question. She could hardly take half before choking, but damn, it was a valiant effort. She dutifully licked the entire length of my cock.

Stepping back, I wiped the come that was blocking her vision. As soon as she locked eyes with me, I sucked my thumb into my mouth. I knew she wasn’t the only one in trouble. I wanted to keep her, not just use her. She was mine.

“I always keep my promises, Doll. Remember that.” She nodded. “Such a good girl.”