Page 79 of Hellish Witch

His thumb point punctured my skin, releasing a wet bead to trickle down the front of my throat. His cruel smile loomed too large in my vision.

Menace leaked from his pores, along with the heady energy of desire. I could feel how excited he was, and it both drove me higher and turned my stomach.

“Go fuck yourself,” I snarled, jerking from his grip.

The movement caused a slice of pain along my jaw, but it was nothing compared to the agony of losing his cool touch. Like it had somehow been keeping the heat to a simmer.

Now it roared.

Flames lashed at my middle, searing and singeing my insides, and I curled up in a ball on the floor. Sweat slicked my skin. The glass room blurred as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I could only just make out the rest of the club through the clear floor.

A bartender looked up from behind the long counter, not far below. Her glowing pink eyes locked onto me.

“Help.” I could barely make my lips move, but I tried to mouth out my plea anyway.

The lithe demon vaulted the bar, getting lost in the churning crowd below.

“Oh, don’t worry, slut, I’ve got something to help you,” the human sneered, grabbing his crotch in a lewd gesture.

Demonic sniggers bounced around the room, making it hard to tell just how many sick bastards loomed over me.

I curled into a tighter ball on the floor.

I wanted to scream and fight, but the heat just kept punishing me. I reached for the incubus, hating myself even as my hand met his chilly ankle, and the temperature became a fraction more bearable.

“Don’t do this,” I urged.

Tears ran freely down my cheeks as I stared down the dark reality of what was about to happen.

The incubus stroked my cheek, ice in his eyes. “But I want to.”

“What are we waiting for?” one of the horned demons leaning against the wall scoffed. “I’ll go first.”

The incubus hissed at the spiked male, his eyes flashing gold. “Back off. I found her. I’m first.”

A great shattering sounded, and I jerked my arm up on instinct, protecting my face.

“You’re all going to die,” a familiar voice rasped manically. “So. Fucking. Painfully.”

Chapter 28

The first scream pierced the thumping bass.

I whipped my arm down, taking in the madness. A dark being of smoke and rage tore through the room.

Killian clawed a demon’s face and spun into the next male, sinking his fangs into the human’s neck and tearing free.

A whirlwind of death, he brutalised demon after demon, black wings smoking with his violent need.

I whimpered, heat lashing at me all over again. I wanted to help fight, but it was all I could do to hold still on the floor amongst the blood spray and broken glass.

Killian’s silvered gaze swept over me, and then he snarled at the demon rushing him, somehow upping his ferocity.

He wasn’t going for clean kills.

Each demon he cut down was still alive, writhing in agony on the see-through floor. Like me.

He disembowelled the incubus who’d laid his hands on me, letting the screaming male hit the floor to suffer in a growing pool of his own blood and innards.

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