Page 103 of All Your Bloody Lies

After a hiss of anger from Daigo, the dual set of feet recede, the sound of the door opening and closing indicating they are gone. That would have been a nice reprieve if Zade hadn’t just fisted my stomach.

“Alright, so let’s see,” I don’t lift my head as he begins speaking, but I feel the sharp drag of a nail against my neck and I tense. “I know you aren’t numb. I want you to fight, little girl. It’s so boring with you willing.”

A laugh bubbles from my throat, “I’d never willingly do anything with you. Cut my tits off and feed them to sharks instead.”

He grabs my legs and hoists them around his hips, “You don’t like, Succubus? Your kind just likes to fuck. My cock fits nicely in this little cunt—” He shoves himself straight into my core, and I roll my eyes. Without being able to heal, and with the way he has been abusing me, his mediocre size just feels bland. Not that I’d have enjoyed it otherwise, it’s just great I can piss him off by looking bored.

“Just get it over—” I am cut off by him wrapping one of his hands around my throat, while the other keeps me at his hip. Gasping, I try to shrug away from him. My shoulders fight as the squeeze becomes sointense that the heat in my face immediately makes me sweat. This is not to drag me through pleasure; no, he is trying to kill me.

“Ah—” he grunts as his thrusts become harder, “Popped a blood vessel already.” His grip does not relent, and I begin trying to swing myself away, pulling hard on my wrists and scratching at my palms to bleed onto the chains to lubricate them. I do everything to try to get out of the restraints.

I swear my windpipe breaks in that moment, but I can’t be certain, and as blood fills my mouth, I close my eyes and begin slipping into darkness.

I am at the precipice of death when he releases my throat, and I spit my blood out all over his face. I fight to clear my airways to take a breath that doesn’t consist of liquid. The feeling of drowning is taking me back under, but I have to fight to stay conscious.

“That’s it, fight—fuck, that’s good,” he moans through his words.

I have to stay awake because I can feel it.

“Such a good girl, fight to survive.”

Holy fucking shit…

“Stop…” I whisper, somehow capable of getting the singular word out of my throat. The grip on my hip tightens, but his movements cease. My blood is flowing through his brain, and I throw my head forward and cough out all the blood that I can from my throat. It shifts from hacking to laughter as I feel him tremble.

“Fuck…” he murmurs.

“Yes…” I lift my gaze, and see him wide-eyed in fear. “Open your mouth.” My throat is in so much pain, but I push past it as he opens wide for me. I pull my saliva with my blood and spit right into his mouth. “Swallow.”

I could cry, and I swear I nearly do, as he closes his mouth and does as I command. “Bite me, drink my blood, Zade.” When he tries to fight my hold on his willpower, I clench my jaw. “Bite—Me.” I pull so hard on his brain that I tear through a nerve. I can see him spasm, and I smile so widely, tears pull at the corners of myeyes.

He leans to my arm and bites, his canines sharp enough to pierce and draw blood into his mouth. The surge of it flowing through him makes me moan, and I can feel his cock shrinking inside of me.

No, no—I need him to finish.

“Stop,” I demand, and he does. I’ve got enough in him now. I’m so thankful he put me up here. I barely had blood flow in my arms as it was from being strung up; all the venom was down in my lower body, making drinking from above my waist safe for him.

“Zade,” I do my best to concentrate, but I can’t pull the blood in his cock as I did with Dante. “Take your cock into your hand and stroke it. If it stays soft, I will have you saw off your balls.”

There is no hesitation as he grabs hold of himself and begins fisting his slightly hard shaft. I know he won’t finish; one look at his face, he is terrified. “Release this hold on me,” he hisses. “I wanted a fight, but not this.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I breathe out, my lungs still fighting the liquid that is in them. “Stroke harder. Imagine chasing me—” The gagging cough from me makes my shoulders tremble, “You finally caught me, and I’m fighting. Hard. Scratching your face, kicking and screaming for help.”

I watch his dick grow in his hand, “Good. I don’t ever stop fighting because I want to kill you, but you are stronger. You fuck me, hurt me, make me bleed—” I look at his other hand, which is twitching. “Choke me, Zade.”

His hand is around my neck again, “Come all over me. Don’t stop until you’ve claimed what you destroyed to catch.”

He groans so loud, I fear the Vampire will hear it. “Close your mouth.” He does so, and I can see his shoulders trembling as he is closing in on his climax. “That’s it. Destroy that weak girl you thought was me. Fuck her until she’s bloody and nearly dead.” His grip on my throat tightens and it hurts beyond belief, but I push through. “That’s it, Zade.”

Then, his gate opens, and my Amoro latches with zero guidance.

Oh… you all are fucking dead now.

36

Kairhyse

The four-hour drive only takes three, for which I’m thankful. Not that Sydni is happy being woken; she doesn’t fight it and downs the gas station coffee in what seems like a single gulp.

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