15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Beleth

‘ P lease, don't hurt her!' Cyrus begged as I stared at the woman who was the beginning and the end of all our problems. The shirt she had been wearing when I grabbed her was hanging in ribbons, her hair matted to her head from all the red and black blood that had drenched this place. I had seen her at her best and her worst, but this image… this image was one I was sure I'd never forget. Not with the way her eyes burned with fire that made Hell feel cold.

Her gaze slid down my naked body and the thrill of having it focused on me had my cock stiffening. The problem was, this time, it wasn't Cyrus' fault. Her attention returned to my face, and she tried to get up, but my shadows shot toward her, eager to do all those wicked, devious things I had warned her about.

‘She didn't mean to put herself in danger! With the way you've been acting, she must have thought this was the only way she could be free!' Cyrus droned, his voice sounding especially annoying at that moment.

I couldn't fathom how he could defend her after everything she had done. Even if he could forgive the fact that she literally snapped his neck, how could he not see that everything she did was to manipulate him into lowering his guard? She might have wanted this body, but she didn't want him , didn't care about him, not the way he did for her. She was a cunning, backstabbing viper who was ready to do anything to get what she wanted.

‘Shut up,' I snarled, and he cowered at the back of our mind, but he didn't leave.

Celeste continued to stare with the same look of defiance even as my shadows slid over her legs and wrists, lingering there in warning should she try to move. She was like a demon herself, like one of the princes, beautiful beyond reason and wicked to boot. And that silent promise in her eyes that she wasn't done even if she had failed… that was what shattered the chains of my restraint completely.

‘Beleth, no!' Cyrus pleaded. ‘Don't kill her! You can't—'

‘Oh, I won't kill her,' I snarled, smiling at her. Her throat bobbed, and she clenched her teeth but still didn't look away. ‘I'll give her exactly what she wants.'

‘What does that—' Cyrus started, but I interrupted him.

‘Every word that comes out of your mouth from this moment onward will only bring her more pain. So I suggest you shut up and let me do what you should have done.' Cyrus said nothing, but I could feel his uneasiness growing. For her, not for us. I scoffed, lifting my hand and motioning her up. "Now fucking pray that she learns her lesson, because I'm going to destroy her the next time.'

The shadows tightened around her arms and she snarled, fighting against their hold, but it made no difference as I ordered them to put her on her knees. I waited until she realized her struggle was pointless before sliding my hand into her hair. The blood felt warm and sickeningly familiar against my fingers, but it was her thick, red locks that got my senses tingling with excitement.

"Did you really think you could escape Hell and all of its abominations before I came back, Red?" I murmured as I leaned down, bringing my face to hers. "Or did you just want to piss me off and see what I'd do?"

When she didn't answer, I yanked her hair back, leaning closer until my lips almost brushed hers. A soft groan of pain escaped her mouth, and it was the most delicious sound I had heard in my life.

"You're starting to regret it now, aren't you?"

Her magic wrapped around her, eager to protect her, but I urged more of my shadows to spread until they bound her arms behind her back, fastening her fingers together so she couldn't move them.

"Yeah," she smiled. "I should have broken your neck."

The monster inside of me, the darkness that gave me life, roared in response to her challenge. "And how would you have done that?" I teased, tracing her sharp cheekbone with my finger before pausing on her cracked, bloody lips. "Your antics wouldn't have worked on me. You would have ended up gagged and tied up again before you even—"

"You dare say that to me," she smirked, opening her mouth and biting my finger. A sharp sting spread from my knuckle where the skin broke, but I didn't bother pulling back until she released me. Celeste smiled, flashing me her bloody teeth. "With that rock-hard dick in my face? Even Cyrus needed longer to get this worked up."

Her eyes lowered to my cock, and the damn thing jerked in response, almost like she had touched it.

‘Fucking witches!' Even after almost dying, she still couldn't ignore a dick in her face. Well, she was in luck, because for once, I was going to give her what she wanted. Just like I promised Cyrus.

"Yeah?" I purred, running my bleeding hand over the length of my cock. "Prove me wrong. Open that big mouth of yours."

Tightening my hold on her hair, I brought the tip to her mouth, pressing it against her lips. Her eyes lit up, but she clenched her jaw.

"Oh, come on. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To seduce Cyrus and get him wrapped around your finger." I yanked her hair again, and she hissed, her lips parting but not enough for me to enter her. "Well, Cyrus is not here right now, and I'll break your jaw if you try to call him out again. So go ahead, Red." She sucked in a breath at the nickname and I smiled. "I'm giving you the chance to do the same to me."

Her mouth remained firmly shut while she rolled her shoulders back, trying to escape my trap. Clicking my tongue, I rubbed my dick along her cheek, spreading the blood over her pale skin. A smirk spread across my face as I felt her heartbeat speed up. Still, she didn't budge.

"I said open your damn mouth!" I growled, guiding my shadows to envelop her throat. Her eyes widened when my hold tightened, and I watched her struggle for a few seconds before her lips parted again. "Wider," I commanded as her face turned red from the lack of oxygen. Her glare only made me harder. When the hole was wide enough, I tapped the head of my cock on her lips, giving her a warning look. "Bite, and I will take out all of your teeth one by one before I fuck your mouth. "

I paused halfway, holding her gaze until I was sure she knew I wasn't joking. A hint of anger in it had me thrusting in impatiently until I hit the back of her throat and she choked. She tried to pull back, but I tightened my hold on her hair, keeping her in place before easing halfway out of her mouth. I thrust in again and her eyes fluttered closed as she fought with the pressure, but the tears that slid down her cheeks only made me drive myself deeper. The moment her throat relaxed, I felt it, but it wasn't until she opened her teary gaze and glared at me with a burning venom that I gave in to the pleasure of fucking that annoying mouth.

She was so warm and tight, her tongue teasing the underside of my cock so perfectly, my balls were ready to explode in just a few minutes. I had to give it to her, even gagged and restrained, she had a way of making me feel like she was indeed seducing me, like she was still trying to get under my skin and turn me into a slave to her whims and desires.

Well, I wasn't falling for that.

"Your tricks won't work on me. No matter what you do, I'll never be like all your men begging for your love," I snarled at her as I thrust all the way in, keeping her head pressed to my pelvis even as her breath tickled my heated skin. "No matter what games you play or what manipulations you pull, I'll never care. You are just a tool, Red. Once you outlive your usefulness, I will throw you away… and forget you ever existed."

I pulled my dick out, and she immediately started coughing, spit dripping from her chin along with the tears that left clear traces over her cheeks. When she caught her breath, she tossed her hair back, smirking at me.

"I know." Her voice was hoarse, but oh, so mocking that I regretted letting the shadows loosen a bit around her arms. "Because that's all… a demon like you… can do. Even Cyrus understands that and… pities you. I pity you . Because you can… feel nothing. And that's the worst form of… weakness."

A peal of laughter bubbled out of my chest before I could stop it. Was this woman insane? I literally fucked her mouth and almost choked her to death, and she was calling me weak? I didn't kill her, I couldn't kill her, and because of the annoying idiot in my head, I had refrained from mutilating her to teach her a lesson, but she…

"Fucking bitch."

‘Beleth, don't!' Cyrus shouted, but I shut him out, letting his words wash past me as I summoned more of my shadows. They lifted her until her face was at the same level as mine, and as I snapped my fingers, they spun her around, pinning her to the ground. Blood and guts splashed everywhere when she landed heavily on her chest, her arms tightly bound behind her. The way the gore painted her skin red… it was unholy and wicked, but it made my dick so hard it hurt.

I kicked her legs apart while my power lifted her ass, holding her there even as her whole body started to shake with a pointless struggle.

"You think…" she started, but my shadows wrapped around her mouth, silencing her.

"Much better," I smirked as I dropped to my knees behind her. She jolted, then froze as my fingers slid over her pussy before diving into her wet folds. "All of you witches like to talk back, even when you're desperate to get your holes filled. It doesn't matter who it is," I added another finger, plunging even deeper until her walls clasped around them, "as long as they give you pleasure."

I withdrew my hand, staring at the dripping juices.

"Unfortunately for you, making you feel good is very low on my list of priorities." A muffled scream came from her mouth when I moved my fingers up, pressing one inside her asshole. The shadows wound tighter around her as she jerked, allowing me to feel every inch of her through them. From her racing heartbeat, and her raspy breaths, to the way her pussy clenched as a sliver of pain shot through her body. I released her mouth, and she hissed when I added a second finger. "Come now, scream for me."

Her body started to shake in what I could hope was anger, but no sound came out of her.

"Ha," I scoffed, taking out my fingers so I could replace them with my cock. The urge to fuck her warm, eager pussy was becoming impossible to ignore, but I knew that would be a horrible mistake. Still, I needed to take away the hunger, the tension, and the need that had built with all her relentless teasing. It had been easy to ignore her at first, but now…

She screamed, deafening the wails of the damned and leaving only her voice in my head. Hers and…

‘Beleth! Stop it! Not like this!' Cyrus screamed. ‘ It was my fault! I shouldn't have let her get this close! Stop, please! I'm sorry! '

"You're sorry she snapped your neck?" I replied, not caring if she heard me or not. I pushed again, feeling a hiss escape her lips when the head of my cock finally got inside. "Well, that makes one of you."

Digging my nails into the soft flesh of her hips, I thrust harder, barely holding back my groan as her tight ass squeezed my cock like a well-fitting glove. I stared down at the bent of her back, at the goosebumps covering her skin, and the way her fists relaxed right before her asshole did the same.

Another laugh escaped my lips, disbelief and a certain type of pleasure mixing together. So this was it. A hard dick in the ass and a bit of pain, and she was melting. Fucking witches.

‘Please! You're hurting her!' Cyrus snarled, his voice sounding surprisingly angry.

"Hurting her? Oh, how I wish," I snickered when Celeste moved, meeting my thrusts. "She's fucking enjoying this. Just look at her."

My shadows released her arms and her hands splashed into the pool of blood beneath us, fingers clasping the stone for support. She didn't fight back this time, even angled her ass so she could take me even deeper.

‘She's just…' Cyrus said quietly, his tone hesitant. ‘She can't…'

"No? Fucking watch." Leaning over her to rest one of my hands beside her head, I shoved the other between her legs, cupping her pussy. Her muffled moan only told me what I already knew. If she was still fighting, then it was only to stop herself from begging for more, because the wetness on my fingers was definitely not just blood. The moment I found her clit, she pressed her body closer to mine, grinding her ass against me while a long, sensual moan escaped her mouth.

The sound was so fucking sexy that I didn't realize I had stopped to enjoy it until she whined and rubbed herself against my hand. I flicked my finger over her clit again before plunging it into her twitching pussy. My body moved on its own, like she had her personal gravity that pulled me to her, and with every moan and gasp that came out of her, it was getting harder to remember what I was trying to prove. Her legs started to shake and her ass tightened around my cock…

‘Fuck, is she about to cum?' I jerked back right before she reached her orgasm. She let out a growl of frustration, and with an eerily slow movement, she turned her head to glower at me. She looked like a proper nightmare, with all that blood dripping from her face and hair and the way she bared her teeth at me… it almost undid me .

"Fuck," I cursed, a shudder running down my back as my balls tightened painfully. I had nearly fallen into the trap she had beckoned me in. Almost .

Rage surged in my chest, burning through the surprise, and I grabbed the back of her neck, pressing her face to the ground so she would stop staring at me. I didn't bother going slow as I thrust into her ass this time, nor did I pause when she screamed. I fucked her the way I wanted to, letting her moans and screams wash over me like the rest of the meaningless voices begging for mercy.

I wasn't going to let anyone control us again. I wasn't going to let anyone manipulate or use us. I wasn't going to let anyone make us weak—least of all her.

Images from her past lives flashed before my eyes… of her struggling and fighting, of her crawling out of the earth and sinking back in it, of her fucking man after man and then leaving them in shatters. Her cries of passion sounded so similar to her dying screams. I had watched them both, and I had not forgotten either.

Another moan tore from her and she arched her back, squeezing me tightly as my shadows whispered of all the pleasure and pain soaring through her body. I came with a grunt, trying to ground myself in the spinning hell that was my mind while my cum filled her ass. When I finally pulled out and ran a hand through my damp hair, she didn't so much as twitch. At first, I thought she was trying to act tough, but when she still didn't move after a few seconds, I cursed and reached for her.

Rolling her on her back, I grabbed her throat and tried to find a pulse. A relieved sigh escaped my lips when I sensed the even thud-thud-thud and noticed her chest moving.

Alive, she was alive. Thank fucking Hell.

‘You are a monster,' Cyrus whispered as I dropped onto the ground, ignoring the blood splashing around me. The smell of rotting flesh, sulfur, and death, even the sweet tinge of her magic, barely registered as I threw my head back and stared at the ugly red sky.

‘I am,' I agreed. ‘But I'm the monster you asked for. So what does that make you?'

He said nothing, just curled deeper into our mind, turning away from the gruesome sight of the things we killed and the woman we ruined.

A roar echoed through the air, and the sound of running feet made me grit my teeth. The blood ought to draw even more demons, so we needed to get out of here unless I wanted to waste even more energy on them. Pushing myself to my feet, I looked down at where Celeste was lying unconscious .

With a sigh, I crouched to pick her up when my eyes caught on the deep gashes on the side of her stomach where one of the creatures must have scratched her. The cuts were deep and looked painful, too fucking painful. I cursed, pushing away the unpleasant feeling of guilt that coiled in my stomach—no doubt Cyrus' fault again.

"Moron," I snarled as I slid my hands under her body. Her head bobbed on my chest, the flaming red hair sticking to my skin as her soft breath tickled my neck. She felt hot, too hot. Fuck, the last thing I needed was her dying from a freaking infection.

I was just about to leave when I felt a familiar tingling at the back of my neck. I turned around slowly, searching the corners for whatever monster was lying in wait, when my eyes landed on Nym, still pinned to the ground by my shadows. For the first time since I created him, his gaze was burning with rage that was undoubtedly directed at me.

"I made you to protect her, even from herself." I sneered, watching the raging fire in him die to guilty embers. "The next time you let her put herself in danger, I will unmake you."

Nym bristled at the threat, but still lowered his head in submission.

Turning away from him, I strode through the carnage and back to the only safe place in Hell, trying to ignore the way Celeste pressed harder against me and whispered my name.