Page 45 of Our Dark Winter Wish

He falls down. And stays down.

‘Hey!’ Shaw gives me a sharp little slap, returning my attention to him. He grips my face, refusing to let me see anything but him. ‘You watch me when I’m fucking you, Pixie.’

I hear the death and carnage that invades our home, and I realise that the guys are enjoying themselves immensely. That perhaps their years slaughtering witches may have left them with a lust for it, and that being here with me may have been missing the violence that they have become accustomed to.

More grunts and yells of pain. The unmistakable sound of tearing flesh and squelching of blood.

Shaw runs his fingers up my stomach, smearing the droplets of blood left there, making a morbid finger painting on my flesh.

There’s such a darkness in his eyes as he does. As he smears a dead man’s blood on me and fucks me to a chorus of screams and slaughter.

And I relish in that darkness. I find another slice of the peace they bring. More than the cottage. The comfort. The sex.

But a home for the darkest part of me.

The part that climaxes as I watch him draw on my skin in blood and hear my two other men devastate those who came to claim me for their own.

He watches me scream in pleasure, and such excitement and hunger fills his gaze.

He cums, grunting and spilling into me.

He slows and turns to look at the small battle coming to a gory end. He moves my head, making me look, too.

Dorian crushes the head of the last man standing.

And under Archie’s foot is the last man left alive, struggling to breathe as Archie presses his foot down on his neck.

His fate will be the worst because the only reason they would keep him alive is for information.

And my men don’t ask their questions gently.

‘You cum in her yet?’ Archie asks, still grinning even as blood drips from him and the witch under his foot struggles to earn his freedom.

‘Yes.’

Shaw breaks my bindings and eases me up. On my feet, he kicks my legs apart and rests his hand between them.

‘I’ll be needing those chestnuts back now, wife.’

‘W-what?’

I sway and he steadies me.

‘We want those chestnuts we put in your cunt back. Now, do as you’re told. Push.’

I push and feel cum seep down my thighs. After a few tries, the first chestnut comes out. He looks at it and hands it to Dorian.

‘This one is yours.’

Dorian takes it. There’s a D scored into it. He presses it to my lips.

‘Eat,’ he orders.

‘Excuse me?

‘Eat it. Now.’

His command is firm and without compromise.

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