Page 44 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

With a mocking snort, she turned on her heel and slammed the door behind her, leaving me trapped with Desmond and everything I thought I’d left behind.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I hissed, staring at him as he finally released my neck. The sharp metallic tang of blood hung in the air. His lips were stained a deep scarlet from where he’d bitten me.

Did he really bite me hard enough to make me bleed? A sharp squeal escaped me, and I slapped his chest, hard. That only made him laugh, a low, almost triumphant sound.

“Come on, babe... you’re definitely mine now. All of you. I sealed our union with a bite.”

I was panting, panic swirling in my chest.

“Did I just sell myself to a demon, to you?”

“No, love,” he said, voice dark and possessive. “At least not yet. I just branded you. You’re mine. But until you accept our union fully, it won’t be complete. Still, now I have every right to be with you.”

“Oh God…” I whispered, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

Lord, help me, I thought desperately. That was all I needed.

“Desmond! I plan to become a nun this month! Don’t you understand?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “You can’t just get rid of me, Eveline.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Before I could react, his hand was on my lips, silencing me. His tongue slid into my mouth, tangling with mine like we were made for this, for each other.

“You’ll be mine completely,” he whispered, desperation thick in his voice. “You’ll see. You’ll fucking see...”

He moaned softly, pressing his body against mine, trying to fuse us together.

I wasn’t ready, not yet.

Yet somehow, I found myself melting into him. The scariest part was that I didn’t resist forever.

Slowly, I surrendered, first with my body, then with my soul.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

He almost devoured me in that witch’s room, but she burst in just in time and wrenched us apart. “Okay, I’m not running a brothel here, so get out.” She hissed, expertly braiding her long cherry-red hair into a thick, ornate crown around her head.

“Fuck, I would eat you alive just like that, Eveline…” Desmond licked his lips, pressing me so hard against him that I could feel the rigid outline of his cock beneath his leather pants and through my dress.

“I… I can’t, you know...”

“I know... but I can’t help myself, ashpetal.”

“Oh please, let’s not fuck each other here. Shoo, shoo, lovebirds!” The witch waved her hand like she was shooing pesky birds away.

Desmond took my hand and led me out of the witch’s house.

We passed through wide corridors, vast as an ancient castle, vaulted ceilings stretching impossibly high, gray stone columns, and massive paintings looming over two meters tall. It felt more like a museum than a home, but a home for royalty: princes, princesses, kings, and queens.

I’d never known such buildings existed in this city. Truthfully, I’d barely ventured beyond the monastery grounds, or the market when I needed something. I’d never really lived outside that bubble.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but admire the castle’s majestic architecture and grandeur, it sparked a childish excitement deep inside me.

When we finally stepped outside after what felt like ages wandering the castle’s shadowy halls, the sight was haunting and beautiful.

The gray stone fortress loomed with its towering spires and iron fences, encircled by ominous trees, but those trees were blanketed in flowers, softening the darkness with bursts of color and life.

Desmond led me to a motorcycle I recognized. He plopped a helmet on my head, adorned with playful cat ears, which I was starting to like and I blushed as I climbed on first.

“Good girl. Hold on tight.”

He whispered it close to my ear, then strapped on his own helmet, crouching low behind me.

The engine roared to life.

As we sped away, my skirt fluttered wildly, rising with the wind and with Desmond’s mischievous hands teasing me through fabric and skin. I was slowly losing the battle against his provocations.

I tried to steady my breathing, to distract myself, but when his long, elegant fingers brushed the bare skin of my thigh, I couldn’t help but moan, feeling him pressing against me, aching beneath his pants.

God, I won’t survive this ride…

Desperate for anything to cut through the tension, I blurted out, “So, where do you work? Or are you just… riding motorcycles in the all cool demeanor?”

For some reason, I needed to fill the silence, the one filled only with our synchronized breaths and the thunderous growl of the engine beneath me.

His breath was steady, slow, almost hypnotic. Damn him.

“I’m a professional biker-racer.”

“But… you know… riding a bike is…” I shook my head, glancing sideways at him, confused. If all he did was ride, then…

“Is what? Not a real job?” He laughed, rich and full-bodied.

“Something like that… Usually people have boring office jobs or something equally dull, barely surviving, really.” I threw my hands up, scattering my fingers like glitter in the air, trying to turn it into a joke.

He just laughed louder, clearly amused by me. “Bold of you to assume that I’ll have some boring human job…”

“Oh right, the demons probably should not have any jobs at all? How then you feed and stuff?”

“I mean, I am rich from deals with humans, riding bikes is my hobby that brings millions, just for fun.” He whispered and shifted his hips forward, pressing his steel-hard sword against my ass through my pants, making me moan softly.

I swear I leaked onto his bike seat and my cheeks flamed red.

When I get off, he’ll definitely notice, if he hasn’t already.

It was like he read my mind when he whispered, “I can feel you, aroused.”

Then he slammed the throttle harder. The engine roared between my legs, the vibrations making it almost impossible to hold back.

His eyes glowed bright yellow-green, and a long forked tongue flicked out like some nightmare monster… but he was my monster now.

His fangs lengthened, all his teeth sharper, and I squealed as his tongue brushed my neck, it was strange and thrilling all at once.

Then, just as suddenly, he seemed to pull himself back together.

I rode with my mouth slightly open in pleasure, staring at him, my body frozen against the bike. I didn’t know what to do, where to run, or if I could escape this monster I was starting to love just as fiercely as he loved me.

My throat went dry. I tried to say something, anything, but no words came out.

“What, the cat caught your tongue?”

“A cat? What… I didn’t…” I blinked at him, confused, but he just laughed.

He put the tinted shield of his helmet back down, then pressed himself harder against me, grinding his cock against my ass through our clothes.

“You’ll be mine soon enough. You’ll see, babe.”

“I’m not… I can’t… I belong to God.”

“No, you don’t.” His voice dropped cold and low. He thrust his hips forward again, pressing his cock too close to me, and I couldn’t help but moan. I was already so wet, I thought I might fall off the bike, but he held me tighter, like I was his.

“You will be mine. You’ll belong only to me.”

I said nothing. Inside, my mind was spinning. Panic clutched me, he was a demon, and he was after my soul. I wouldn’t give in to some brazen demon. How could I betray God for him? How… I… Pfft. I had to resist. God help me, I had to.

But in my heart, resistance felt pointless. He was already weaving his chains around my soul. I was dangerously close to giving myself over…

“No, no, no…”

“Yes… yes… yes…” he whispered, rubbing himself against me. My clit throbbed painfully from the stimulation, any touch could send me over the edge, and he knew it.

He pulled my skirt higher, slapping my bare ass.

“You’ll be mine, babe. You’ll be…” slap

“You’ll be…” slap

His tongue slid over my neck, licking the spot where he’d bitten me.

“You’ll be mine.” slap

With a hard thrust of his hips, I came loudly, my body trembling against the roaring bike.

“Good girl...” he praised, his voice a dark approving hiss in my ear.

“You can be so good for me, can’t you, love?

And just like that, you shatter for me, cumming so sweetly on my bike as I just press myself to this sexy little body of yours and slap your ass.

” His words dripped with lust and possessive pride as he accelerated, the wind whipping around us, the vibrations of the powerful engine echoing the tremors of my release.

We sped back toward the monastery, but after all this sin, all I could think about was cleansing.

My soul was stained by a demon, and I knew it without a doubt.

Chapter Twenty Seven

Eveline

Desmond tried to fuck me right there on the bike, but I didn’t give in. I was too frustrated with everything happening… too overwhelmed.

He only stopped when Astra appeared at the entrance and waved to us.

He cursed under his breath and swung his leg off the bike, taking my hand to help me down. That’s when I noticed it. The entire seat beneath me was soaked, and my panties clung to me, drenched, so wet they could be wrung out.

He did this to me.

I glared at him, narrowing my eyes with silent fury. He just laughed, low and rich.

“Well, well, little saint. Looks like you enjoyed yourself. If you want, we can have an even wilder trip next time… but only with your permission, of course. You know — consent and all that.”

I crossed my arms over my chest in defiance, nodding stiffly, feeling humiliated and turned on all at once.

“Don’t sulk,” he teased. “You liked it.”

Yes, I did. That was the problem. It confused me… left me shaking inside.

“Cheer up, ashpetal.” He removed my helmet, his fingers brushing my cheek before pulling away. Then he handed me a folded note.

“Be sure to go to the hot springs today. I want to watch you… your naked body writhing in the steaming water… and then watch your fingers dip into your tight little pussy—”

“Shut up!” I slapped his chest, my cheeks burning so hot no wind could cool them.