29. Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Rayven

His fingers curved inside me to tease that hidden spot. The pleasure rose to a crescendo, and I came with a strangled cry that didn’t even sound like me. I shook in his arms, and he held me tighter, pulling out of me only when the intense wave of sensation passed.

He held his fingers up and spread them to demonstrate just how wet I was. A string of arousal connected both digits until it snapped and oozed down his middle finger. Holding them to my lips, he looked at me expectantly.

My lips parted, and he pressed his fingers inside, his face twisting into a sexy expression as he watched me suck myself clean from him.

“That was beautiful, grave treasure,” he praised. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Fuck, that was good,” I sighed. “I needed that.”

He gave a dark laugh, and it shot a chill through me. “Oh, we’re not done. That one was for you. Now, this is for me.”

Before I could ask him what he meant, he gripped me by the back of my neck, pulling me out of his lap and positioning me so I was on all fours on the bench.

My breath hitched as he placed a knee on the bench behind me, so close that the hardness in his pants jabbed my ass.

“Hands on the edge of the gondola,” he instructed. His grip tightened on the back of my neck and guided me so I was leaning over the boat’s edge, my face hovering over the water.

There was a barbed moment of silence. He teased out the seconds, the bastard taking pleasure in watching me squirm in anticipation. My fingers clutched the black lacquered edge of the gondola, nails tapping nervously against the elaborate silver filigree decorating the wood.

A flood of renewed heat surged through me as the sounds of rustling fabric met my ears. I tried to turn my head, but his grip tightened on my nape and kept me held down. In a small act of mercy, he canted his hips forward, allowing me to feel him undoing the laces of his pants.

When he sprung out, his thick length fell into the valley of my ass. My skin pricked, and a tiny “oh” slipped from my lips when he spit on my backside and rubbed his cock up and down my ass cheeks, spreading his saliva to slide easily over my flesh.

He went still for a beat as he seemed to weigh his next move. “Keep your hands on the edge of the ferry, Rayven. Don’t move.”

The moment Belial’s hand lifted from the back of my neck, I turned to see him pulling his silver cuff off, unclasping the chain that connected it to his Prince Albert piercing.

His stormy eyes narrowed when he caught me looking at him. “Stubborn little human. You never listen.”

He dropped the silver onto the floor of the gondola with a clank and thrust his ringed fingers into my hair, shoving my head over the water, my face precious inches from the flowing crimson current.

Every sinew in my body stiffened when I felt him press into me—but not into my pussy. Instead, his head forced its way through the tight ring of muscle, the place I’d yet to have any man.

“Wait!” I choked out, the sting of him stretching my asshole making my voice raspy. “N–not there!”

My protests were met with a soft chuckle as he eased another inch of himself inside me. “Didn’t I tell you I’d be claiming every one of your holes? You’re lucky I’m taking your ass in a dream spell first. Consider this practice.”

“Fuck, it hurts!” I snapped, but I couldn’t bring myself to use my safe word. The pain only heightened the pleasure ebbing into my system, gripping me as tight as Belial’s vice-like grip on my neck.

“Stop fighting it and let me in—Weeping Hells, you’re so damn tight.”

His steely baritone was wrapped up in fire and silk and masculine hunger. It sent a bolt of electricity through me, the delicious cocktail of pain and pleasure warming my entire body.

The Lord of Death was being surprisingly delicate with me as he worked himself inside at an excruciating pace, slow and careful as he waited for my body to adjust before sinking more of himself into me. Plus, he’d removed his jewelry, probably to minimize my discomfort.

As my body relaxed, I started to give into the comfort he instilled.

“I love you, Belial.” It slipped out of my mouth. I didn’t mean for it to, but it did.

He stilled, and his thumb rubbed gentle circles on my jugular without relinquishing his hold on me. “I love you too, little human.”

His spine bowed, his large hands coming to grip the lip of the gondola beside mine as he draped his hard muscle over me, his chest pressed against my back. “Does this mean you forgive me?” His words were as soft as the sweet kiss he planted on the skin below my ear, making me melt beneath him.

I opened my mouth, and when no words came out, I closed it again. I couldn't tell him I’d forgiven him yet. I missed him. I loved him. But I still carried a hurt in my heart that held me back from telling him what he wanted to hear.

“I said I love you,” I bit out, venom threading my every syllable. “What more do you want from me?”

“Fucking everything, Rayven.”

Before I could respond, he drew back—just enough for the tip to stay lodged inside me—and then he rammed himself back inside so hard, it nearly sent me toppling into the water below.

His hand on my neck steadied me, but before any kind of relief set in, he shoved my head into the River Styx, forcing me below the rushing current while he fucked into my ass at a feral rhythm that had me screaming into the thick river water. Bubbles erupted from my mouth, precious air releasing in my panic.

The fingers in my hair wrenched my head from the water, and I gulped down huge mouthfuls of air to fill up my burning lungs.

“You are going to be a good little soul and come for the ferryman while he fucks you in the ass. If you don’t come, you’ll drown. And don’t think I’ll stop fucking you when you do. How’s that for depraved?”

“Belial—” Before his name could fully leave my mouth, my head was shoved back into the river.

The water rushed up my nose and filled my mouth. It tasted bitter, a flavor I couldn’t begin to describe, like death and something else completely foreign. Bits of bodies rushed past, tickling my cheeks. Something tried to grab onto the few strands of my long hair that fell into the water, maybe a passing soul that desperately tried to cling to something, anything to prevent its journey deeper through the Nine Hells.

Belial’s free hand came around to massage my clit in frantic little strokes, building up another orgasm—this one promising to be intensely violent.

“Come for your Lord like the good little soul you are, Rayven.” Belial’s voice was muffled, but his words were surprisingly clear for my head being submerged under water. “Come, and I’ll let you breathe.”

This was a dream. I didn’t need to breathe, but fuck me, it felt like I was on the brink of drowning. Knowing I was perfectly safe only added an extra bite to the swirling pleasure building between my legs.

As cruel as he was being, I found myself desperate for every second of his sweet torment.

His fingers knew every pleasure point on my body, and the hot pain from his thrusts had turned into a warmth that devoured all of me.

Paired with the burning in my lungs and his muffled voice demanding I come around his cock, how could I not?

A wave of intense bliss shredded through me, making me jerk violently, my hands so sweaty, they slipped on the boat’s edge.

Belial’s fingers flexed tighter into my hair and yanked me out of the water in a spray of red, strands of sopping wet locks whipping through the air.

I sputtered and choked, precious oxygen flooding my lungs.

Belial laughed at my struggle to regain breath, all the while continuing to fuck into me with quick, punching thrusts.

“Look at you, so fucking sexy when you’re dripping for me,” he said with an amused drawl, punctuating it with a quick smack to my ass.

“Fuck you!” I snapped through gritted teeth, even though we both knew full well just how much I was enjoying this twisted moment.

“Oh, sweet little human. Don’t pretend you don’t love this game. Now, are you going to be my good little mortal and come for your Lord again?”

My eyes widened. “Again?”

“Again.” With the way he held my hair in his fist, I couldn’t turn to look at him, but there was no missing the sneer in his voice. “And this time, give me a little bit of a challenge. I want to rip this next one out of you.”