Page 53 of Where the Dark Knelt (Worshipped by Darkness #1)

A shiver ran down my spine as realization dawned. Did he just use his demon magic on me? A tremor of dread mixed with forbidden excitement coursed through my veins. What else could he make me do… oh… oh God…

Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading out until it tingled through my thighs and pulsed in my cheeks. It felt as though my racing pulse had migrated to my face, throbbing with hot, humiliating awareness. Thank God nothing was visible under the helmet.

With an effortless flick of his wrist, he turned the ignition key, flipped the kill switch to RUN, and pressed the start button. The motorcycle roared to life with a deep, hungry growl that vibrated through my entire body. But still we didn’t move an inch forward.

Goosebumps erupted over my skin. My thighs were spread just enough to feel the throbbing engine directly beneath me, and if he pressed against me any harder, then…

oh no… no, no, no… I was already soaked from just thinking about it.

I needed to look good when I showed up with pastries for my sisters!

Not with… wet panties and disheveled hair… oh God…

As if reading my mind, he pressed closer. My clit pulsed sharply as the vibrations intensified under my seat, sending a faint moan slipping past my lips before I could stop it.

Suddenly, he pulled away slightly, giving me just enough space to straighten up, but my relief was short-lived.

The moment I shifted forward to escape the vibrating engine, my ass pressed harder against his crotch, and I froze in mortification as I felt his unmistakable arousal straining against his leather pants.

It was impossible to ignore. My eyes darted down to the silver zippers adorning his thighs, wondering wildly if they really were meant for… quick access. My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I felt faint.

What am I thinking… oh my God…

I bit my lip to suppress another whimper, clenching my thighs as tightly as I could to dull the ache building within me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his lips curl into a knowing smirk, and my chest constricted with both humiliation and desperate longing.

Then, without a word, he reached behind him and grabbed his massive leather biker jacket, swinging it forward to drape over my shoulders like a dark, protective cage.

“What? Why?” I asked breathlessly, half-annoyed, half-touched by the sudden gesture.

“So you don’t freeze, kitten,” he replied softly, though his tone carried the unmistakable edge of command. He pressed his chest against me once more, and I felt his body envelop mine entirely as he kicked off from the curb and twisted the throttle.

We shot forward with a powerful jolt, the city morning lights blurring into streaks of bright lines behind us.

The motorcycle roared beneath me as we sped down empty streets, past still slumbering buildings and glowing signs, leaving behind the suffocating urban morning glow for the looming darkness of the forest and foothills beyond.

“Desmond, slow down!” I yelped, panic spiking in my chest.

He didn’t even acknowledge me. Instead, he accelerated, the engine’s roar rising into a feral growl as my dress whipped up to my knees, exposing my thighs to the cold morning air.

“It’s strange…” his deep voice rumbled against my back, amusement lacing each word. “A couple days ago, in your dreams, you were screaming, ‘Desmond, faster… more… more… yes… yes… harder, harder!’”

His mocking laughter sliced straight through my dignity, igniting every shameful memory of the dreams I’d tried so hard to suppress. He pressed himself against me tighter, so tightly I felt as though I was burning alive with each ragged breath.

“Dreams… dreams and reality are different things…” I stammered, shaking uncontrollably. “And… and penetration sex is overrated anyway… plus… I can’t… I can’t do this anymore… we sinned yesterday again… and now I… I’m to blame…”

My voice broke on the last words as tears burned the corners of my eyes, my entire body trembling with a spiralling storm of guilt, humiliation, and forbidden desire I could no longer control.

“Shhh… just relax and enjoy it, little saint. I’ll keep it as a secret from your sisters and your God, in case you want your vows to be truly taken one day.

” He moved his hips so that his cock pressed firmly against my tailbone, making me moan.

It felt like the whole bike was soaked in my juices already…

The roar of the engine beneath me and his hardness pushing into my back were too much to resist. My breathing was ragged, my body trembling as I finally lost the strength to hold back…

it was unbearable, impossible to endure all of this at once.

“Come on, just let go, don’t fight it, love.” His voice carried a command that rippled through me, stripping away the last threads of restraint in my mind.

We were already deep in the forest, the roads completely empty. He flicked on the high beam, illuminating the slight darkness ahead as he rocked his hips forward again, making me cry out at the delicious friction against my back.

This coniferous forest was so densely packed with trees that their bark was covered in thick moss, and barely any light managed to seep through the canopy.

Every time I drove past it, it always seemed like a place not of this world — something eerie and far away, where the sun barely reached.

It always made me a little uneasy to be here, so I instinctively pressed closer to my demon, and he, of course, only enjoyed my fear.

“Hold the handlebars. Tight,” he ordered. I could only moan in response, gripping them with all my strength. The bike jerked slightly, but he was still in full control, steering it effortlessly with one hand. Somehow, knowing he was in control finally relaxed me.

With his other hand, he reached for the hem of my dress, lifting it higher past my ankles, up to my knees, until my half-bare ass was exposed to him in all its trembling glory.

“Beautiful panties, ashpetal. Did you dress up for a special occasion today? In honor of your birthday, hmm?” He tugged at the red silk panties edged with lace that I wore under my dress. Yes, I had put them on for myself… definitely not for him. But now they were his to see.

He pulled at the delicate fabric, making my clit throb so hard I almost cried out. “Fuck, Desmond…”

“Oh, we’re talking now?” he purred in his dangerously sweet low voice. “God, love, you’re so soaked… your panties are dripping. How are you even holding back with that engine vibrating under you, hmm?”

He mocked me as his hand pulled back, and I involuntarily rocked my hips forward, feeling the vibrations ripple through my entire body. The bike roared louder beneath me, and I jerked the handlebars sharply. He cursed, his grip tightening around the bike and my body.

“Damn it, you dangerous little thing.” His words growled into my ear before he slapped my thigh, hard, making me jump against him. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my ass. “Don’t do that again. Do you want to kill us both?”

But his anger only turned me on more. His deep, rough voice. His dominance. The risk. It was fire and I wanted to burn.

I tugged at the handlebars again, defiance rising in me like the rush of adrenaline pounding in my temples. I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to play with him, to tempt him to lose control.

“Bad girl… bad, bad girl, Eveline,” he snarled, slapping my ass again and again until it burned and throbbed under his touch.

My whole body was shaking, heat pulsing between my legs.

Then he yanked my panties aside, exposing just how soaked I already was.

I felt the slickness dripping onto the seat below.

“Oh, poor little thing… you’re trembling so hard, barely holding on… don’t you want to cum right here, right now?” he whispered into my ear, the vibrations of his voice sinking deep into my bones.

“Move your hips for me while I drive,” he commanded. Instinct took over, my hips rolling against the vibrating seat, pressing back against his leather-clad cock.

“Ohhh… fuck… you’re so hot…” he groaned.

“You… you…” It was all I could manage as I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feeling. Then I heard the sound of his zipper sliding down his leather pants, and my heart stopped.

“I can’t… I can’t…” I whimpered, my voice small and desperate. I wanted him. God, I wanted him, but I couldn’t allow myself to cross that final line.

“You can do anything, love,” he breathed into my ear, his words wrapping around my soul like chains. “Relax… and get high, just like I told you. You’ll love your first time.”

“How do you… you know…” My words trailed off into the night as his hand slid between my thighs, and I surrendered to him completely.

“I know everything about you, kitten.” He lifted my ass slightly and began to impale me on his cock, inch by inch. He stretched me open so slowly and deeply that pleasure burst like fireworks in my brain, hot lava spreading through my chest. A loud moan tore out of me, uncontrollable.

I never imagined my first time with a cock would happen like this…

on a motorcycle, with a demon, violating all the vows I planned to take the next day.

Thirty-one years spent imitating purity…

and I succumbed to temptation within minutes.

Damn it… I was cursed. Enslaved by this fucking demon.

But it felt so good – the way he filled me, inch by inch, his cock stretching me so perfectly that I couldn’t regret a single moment.

“Damn, Desmond…” I gasped.

“Yes, I know… move your hips, babe.”

Obeying instinct, I rocked my hips back onto him and forward again.

Every time I leaned forward, feeling the vibrations of the engine against my clit, sparks of electric pleasure shot through my core.

I growled, my arms and legs trembled. My entire body shook with ecstasy as he thrust deeper inside me, over and over, with growing intensity.