Page 11 of The Bell’s Toll (Wanderlust Emporium Presents, Season One)

Without taking his eyes off me, Raziel drops his bent leg and pushes away from the door. He tosses his coat onto the futon in the corner.

“It’s been a minute since I’ve killed a human, Nasiah,” he says the words so calmly and with a smile as he makes his way over to me. I’m still sitting in my seat, the phone to my ear, unable to move a muscle. He stops right behind my chair. Placing his finger under my chin, he stares into my eyes.

“Tell that pussy where you are, Beauty. Bring him to me.”

The threat in his voice was in juxtaposition to the smile on his face.

I quickly hung up the phone. There was no way I was bringing Jamieson here. I loved him too much to sacrifice him to this monster. And let’s be honest, it would truly be a sacrifice.

“You’re testing my patience,” Raziel damn near growls. “Have I not been kind to you? I’ve provided you with space, a fully stocked closet with all the latest fashion, your own room. I even hired a chef to prepare you anything you want to eat. What more do you want?”

Jumping to my feet, I face him despite the fear trying to make me sit back down.

“I want my fucking freedom.”

Even though his eyes are already jet black, they seem to darken more. His jaw ticks. There is so much tension in the room you could cut it with a knife.

“Do you need me for anything else, Boss?” the security guard asks.

I swing my head over to the man I thought was here to help me. He winks at me as he stands from his seat.

“No, Miel. You can go.”

The guard disappears right before my eyes.

“You still think this is a game?” I turn to stare at the monster. Although his eyes are still black, some of the tension has left his face. “Just because you haven’t met my dark side doesn’t mean it isn’t there, Beauty. Don’t misinterpret my kindness for a soul.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “Kindness,” I mock.

“You keep me locked up in that room like I’m a got damn gerbil in a cage.

Well, that’s not right because at least gerbils have wheels for entertainment.

All I have is staring at that those four walls, waiting for the handler to bring my food like a prisoner. ” I yell my last words.

His gaze remains on me. His face never changes.

For a moment, I stare back at him, waiting for him to say something.

To acknowledge what I said. I’m going absolutely crazy in that room.

It doesn’t matter whether the room is the size of my apartment or that I have the best view of the city from my window. I was trapped.

He finally speaks. “I think it’s time you understood that actions have consequences.”

His words run like ice water down my spine. Not that it’s ever far from my mind, but I’m reminded with those words of what he is.

Those sharp eyes narrow at me. He grabs me around the neck and pulls my body into his. I cry out, but he isn’t hurting me.

The smoke that rises from him thickens and surrounds me, making it hard to see. I fight against his hold but can’t break free. Chill bumps cover my arms right before the smoke clears.

I look over Raziel’s head and notice I am back in my prison bedroom. Suddenly, I’m airborne. I let out a short yelp before I hit the soft mattress. Before I could bounce for a second time, he yanks my leg, dragging me to the edge of the bed.

“There are consequences to your actions, Nasiah.”

I stare up at him with my heart beating in my throat. His eyes are still pitch black, and there isn’t an inch of white.

“What, you’re going to rape me now?” I challenge. My body and mind are so at war. As much as it disgusts me to allow this monster to touch me, the way my essence leaks from me, you would never guess. My nipples are so fucking hard, if you pinched them, they would shatter.

The slow smile that spreads over his face has me damn near wanting to piss myself it’s so scary.

“No. The day I slide my dick up in you will be the day you beg for it.” He drops to his knees. My eyes widen. “Right now, I’m going to taste this sweet pussy that’s crying for me.”

“Don’t touch me,” I half-heartedly shout as he grabs the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I toss and turn with him. Every inch he tugs my bottoms down, I fight to keep them up. Finally, he tugs at the fabric, ripping the center, exposing my panties. I gasp.

I don’t have time to react before he wraps his arm around my thigh and drags my ass off the bed. He moves the seat of my panties to the side and dives into my center.

“Noooooo,” I moan as my hips lift, shoving more of my wetness into his face.

He growls right before he shoves his tongue into my tightness. It feels as if the damn thing thickens and grows inside me. My hands fist the sheet under me.

“Please……” I beg, unsure of what I’m asking. “Stop.” Even though I say the word, it isn’t believable. Not with my eyes rolling back in my head and me continuing to feed him more and more of my nectar.

“The heavens,” Raziel moans as he slurps my center. “You taste so fucking divine, Beauty.”

I whimper as I arch off the bed. He sucks my hardened nub into his mouth and inserts two fingers into my core. I cry out as my first orgasm shoots through me.

“Please,” I once again implore as tears fall from the corners of my eyes. Another orgasm rolls through my body chasing the first one. Never, and I mean ever, have I felt like this during sex. I’ve never even had a fucking orgasm, let alone two.

“Give me more,” Raziel demands as he continues to drink my cum.

Like a submissive bitch, I obey. This time the orgasm is so strong, my entire body locks up like an old car with a bad motor. I scream as I lift halfway off the bed. My toes fist and pop as I ride the wave of my intense orgasm.

Raziel runs his long, thick tongue over my lower lips one last time, taking away every ounce of my essence. When he lets my legs go and stand up, I melt down the bed onto the floor like ice cream on a hot day. My body shakes with aftershocks from my powerful orgasm like I’m having seizures.

His black eyes stare down at me. I can tell from the tightness of his jaw he wants more. I immediately sob. The guilt and disgust of what just happened caused me to cry.

I cheated on my husband. Yes, I told Raziel no, but even I know how weak my attempt to make him stop was. Not only did I want this to happen, I came more with him than I’ve ever cum with Jamieson. Hell, we didn’t even have to use any jelly or oil. I was leaking arousal like an old pipe.

“You asked for this,” he says as he cuts his eyes away from me. “I’m trying to be patient, Nasiah. But there are consequences when you defy me.”

“Fuck you,” I growl.

His dark eyes flash back to me.

“I hate you,” I say through clenched teeth.

The whites of his eyes make a reappearance as his dark brown irises reappear. For a moment, I think I see remorse on his face. But as quickly as it came, it fades and a smirk takes its place. He runs his long-pointed pink tongue over his mouth, cleaning my nut off his face.

“Your hate taste fan—fucking—tastic.”

With those words, he turns and walks out of the room. I roll into a ball, tucking my knees to my chest and sob.