Page 28 of The Devil of London

“No? You see, Conrad said the same thing. In the end? He begged me for mercy. He did everything I wanted him to do before I cut his fucking head off with a dull blade. And he didn’t dare put hands on me, Aderyn,” he murmured as another finger pushed into my ass. “Fucking hell, this ass so delightfully tight. Beg me to fuck it, slut.”

“Go fuck yourself, Khaos,” I cried as he forced them in deeper. It wasn’t painful anymore, which bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Khaos hurt me, but I loved the pain, and he knew it. I enjoyed his harsh touches and forced pleasure. I loved when he tossed me around . . . and broke me down, then degraded me.

“Pain slut,” he growled as I pushed against his fingers. “Such a good girl when you’re forced to feel me invading your tight, needy asshole. I want to fuck this ass until it is screaming in agony around my dick. You would fucking bleed all over my dick, wouldn’t you?”

“Fuck you,” I parroted, unable to think beyond the pleasure he was creating. I’d stopped pushing against the invading appendages, but if he’d noticed, he didn’t indicate otherwise. “You’d have to fucking rape me, asshole. It’s the only way you’d get to have me.” Without warning, he withdrew and stepped back.

I slid over the edge of the bed with my legs parted and my breasts bare. A sob built in my chest, but I refused to release it. Swallowing repeatedly, I fought to gain control over my emotions. I’d worked too damn hard to let him break me again. I had built myself up from the broken girl who’d walked out of the sanatorium on the day they’d rescued me. I wasn’t about to let him destroy me again.

“Get dressed. Now,” he demanded as he left the bedroom. “Now, Aderyn!” he shouted as he moved down the hallway. After a second, I pushed from the floor, wincing as my ass screamed in agony at his cruel touch.

Entering my closet, I let the sob escape as a whimper of sound, as I yanked down a pair of jeans and matched it with a dark tank top withBig Witch Energyacross the front of it. At my dresser, I pulled out panties and a bra, which I threw on quickly. Then I shoved on some Chucks and paused long enough to throw my hair into a messy bun before heading after him.

In my front room, he and his men lounged on my couches. Frowning at finding them all seated, relaxed, and drinking my expensive whisky, I glowered. Khaos watched me as he leaned forward, then rose to his impressive six-foot-seven height.

“You’re riding with me.”

“I’m not leaving my house,” I whispered as I hugged my arms around my middle, hating the fact that they’d heard us fighting in my bedroom.

“I wasn’t asking you, Miss Caine. I was telling you.” Khaos stared at me with a warning burning in his chaotic eyes. Swallowing any argument that I might have had, I dutifully followed him outside to the white Land Rover, where he opened the passenger door for me. His lips tugged into a smug grin when I winced as my ass met the seat. “Stop acting like you don’t enjoy fighting me, brat. We both know you enjoy pain and being manhandled. If you weren’t such a pain slut, I wouldn’t use it against you.”

“Used to be, Khaos.”

“A wolf doesn’t lose his instinct to kill simply because he’s been kept in a cage. Once he is released back into his natural habitat, his instincts return.”

“What the fuck does that have to do with anything?” I demanded coldly.

“You’re a pain slut, Aderyn Caine. You get off on it, and just because you have not been roughly thrown down and forced to come in a long time, it does not mean you stopped liking it.”

“Go to hell.”

“Je suis en enfer tous les jours j’existe sans toi, mon amour,” he growled in French, forcing me to turn and eye him angrily.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s something I want to show you.”

Chapter Twelve

Irefusedtoengagein conversation with Khaos as he drove through town. On the outskirts, he pulled up to an old cabin which had men surrounding it. My blood pumped through my veins as apprehension coursed through me. Staying seated in the vehicle as he exited, I gazed at the men outside, then jerked as he opened my door. Piling out of the seat, I felt my legs shaking as he grabbed my hand, threading our fingers together.

“Are you going to punish me?” I whispered through quivering lips. His grunt was the only reply as he nodded to the men we passed. At the door, he forcefully pulled me through when my feet refused to budge.

Inside the cabin, my heart stopped beating. The walls were plastered with pictures of me. Every wall held different locations I had frequented. The acrid scent of blood drifted through the room, but considering the other part of Cameron was slumped over in the corner, laying on images of my naked body, stood to reason why it would.

“Don’t worry, Caden can’t hurt you now,” Khaos whispered in my ear. His warm breath fanned my chilled skin beneath it, which caused a shiver to rush through me. “I think he wanted more than companionship. What do you think?”

I didn’t reply because there were no words. Moving toward the farthest wall, I pulled down a picture of myself sitting inside the shop. It was at least a year old, if not older. My hair was in a fishtail braid, which I’d stopped wearing after seeing Khaos out with another girl wearing her hair in a similar fashion.

There were thousands of images covering every surface inside the cabin. Khaos yanked me with him, forcing me toward a doorway. I hesitated, pulling on his hand as I felt the magical hum wafting from the stairwell, he intended for us to enter.

“You’re safe with me, Aderyn. I’m a supercilious bastard, but I’ve allowed no one else to hurt you.” Staring at him through condemning eyes, he exhaled. “Not when I was with you.” He didn’t need to elaborate. We both knew the truth of how I’d ended up harmed when he wasn’t near. He had too many enemies, and they’d learned years ago to use those who Khaos cared for as their targets.

“Little bird,” Merikh whispered behind me, forcing my lashes to dust against my cheek as his presence offered a soothing calmness to my frayed nerves. “I cleared it myself earlier.”

Khaos glared at Merikh over my head, but when he pulled me forward this time, I followed behind him. The dank scent of mildew offended my nose as we entered what appeared to be an unfinished basement. The space was dimly lit, but I could make out the earthen floor and silver cage, which sat off in the corner. It hummed with magic that slithered over my flesh, warning of the oppressing spell that enhanced the cage.

I didn’t need either man to explain the logistics of it to me. It was enhanced to nullify whoever was within it. Nausea churned through me as bile burned against the back of my throat. Images of my naked body lined the walls outside of the intended prison. Wards buzzed even though they had been unraveled.

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