Page 3 of The Devil of London

“Pay them no mind. I promise they’re not interested in you right now. Remove your hands, or I’ll bind you to the altar and then do as I please to your body. Hell, I may even invite one or two of them to use you while I enjoy listening to your cries. You are always so willing to betray me for dick. Would that please you? To be fucked by all of them until this need to defy me abates?”

“I don’t want them, Nasir. Please don’t do that to me,” I murmured, fighting to drop my hands and hide the way they trembled. A look of possession burned in his eyes as his lips curled into a smile.

Dropping my chin to my chest, my posture sagged in defeat. As my heart thudded dully in my chest, Khaos continued ripping my dress until more of my naked flesh was exposed to his ravenous stare. His fingers leisurely danced up my thighs, sending tiny bumps spreading over my flesh. The tenderness of his touch had shaky pants falling from my lips.

“Eyes on me and don’t make a sound, pretty slut,” he murmured sternly. Lowering his mouth, he kissed a fiery trail over my collarbone and then nipped at the pulse thundering wildly at the base of my throat. My hands rose to his wide shoulders to wrap around the back of his neck, which earned me a growl of approval. “Do you honestly think that boy could give you what I do?” he rumbled against my throat, kissing his way up to the curve of my jawline.

“Why won’t you just let me go?” I whispered, which had his eyes narrowing to angry slits. “You hate me. I know you do.” The malice wafting from him drifted over my nakedness while his head tipped, and his eyes landed on my lips.

“Because you’re mine. I was content to let you blossom into the woman you’d eventually become, but then you sought me out. I warned you that death would be much kinder than what I would be to you.”

“Death wasn’t offered to me, not by you.”

“No, it wasn’t because, believe it or not, I enjoy having you near me,” he stated before pushing my thighs apart until I was spread and exposed to him. His fingers continued tracing the delicate flesh while I battled the moan bubbling in my chest. “Did you fuck him?” At the shake of my head, he chuckled coldly. “Poor bastard.” Tenderly, Khaos’s fingers forced my pussy to open to him, offering him farther depth into my body. “You never let him taste this pretty cunt, either?” The moment my pussy was open and exposed, he then began trailing his thumbs through the arousal coating my sex. “I asked you a question, love. I expect an answer.”

“You can’t tell me to be silent and then expect me to answer questions,” I hissed before a whimper burst from my lips as he forced three fingers deep into my pussy. My walls clenched around them and the burning ache they caused. The moment my pussy stopped fighting his invasion, he began fucking me ruthlessly. His anger drifted in the air between us as the wet, indecent sound of my body being fucked filled the holy grounds. Heat surged in my abdomen, blossoming as pleasure replaced the fear.

“He said it was sinful to be together without vows of marriage beforehand.” His fingers slowed, and a smile played on his wicked lips.

“And you didn’t inform the poor lad that you’d both sucked my cock and ridden my fingers enough times to be considered my whore?” As I shook my head slowly, my cheeks stinging with shame. “You didn’t even offer to suck his cock? I taught you how to entertain a lord better than that, slut.” Khaos curled his fingers, which had my hand slapping against my lips to stifle the sounds of pleasure seeking to escape. “Did you kiss him?”

“Khaos, please,” I panted. His fingers began moving faster when I didn’t reply quickly enough.

“Answer me.”

“Yes. Twice on the lips,” I admitted, with fresh tears running down my cheeks. Khaos’s nostrils flared as the tic in his jaw hammered, and then his mouth crushed against mine. My eyes widened in shock, which bled to horrified confusion because he hadn’t ever kissed me before.

Pulling back from my mouth, he slid his fingers into my hair, forcing my head back before his lips brushed against mine softly. This time, it was as if he were asking for permission, which had mine parting for him to delve deeper. The kiss turned feverish and sent heat pooling in my core, which he continued fucking with his skilled fingers, coaxing me to open farther. The moment his tongue caressed mine, the last of my trepidation shattered. The man was brutal against my senses, battering them down until he’d conquered me entirely. A whimper left my lungs at the ravenous hunger his kiss created. The way he kissed me caused a fluttering in my chest as tingling began in my nipples and pussy.

Pulling away, he stared at me as I panted, uncertain of what had just happened. Then Khaos claimed my mouth once more, kissing me roughly as his fingers pulled painfully into my hair, twisting me as he took possession of me, just as he had taken everything else from me. Brutally.

As he pulled back, I gasped breathlessly. “Not like that.”

“What?” Nasir’s eyes simmered with unsated lust, and the fingers fucking me slowed as he waited for my reply.

“He didn’t kiss me like that. Maxwell didn’t do that to me. His lips merely touched against mine,” I supplied, noting his face darkening as a smug smile played on his mouth. A scream ripped through the chapel, and I shifted closer to Khaos for protection. The naked heat of his chest sent a lusty feeling of warmth over me.

Nasir peered over his shoulder at the men, then made a disgruntled sound deep in his chest. “Leave us.”

A second later, the chapel doors closed, and I was alone with Nasir and Maxwell, who was no longer conscious. Khaos stepped back, slowly planting his finger between my breasts, drawing it in a line to where the ruined gown concealed my ravenous core. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me from the altar, so I was standing before him, and I tried to ignore how my ruined wedding dress pooled on the floor around my feet. Next, he reached for the straps of my chemise, undoing the delicate bows that held it up.

“You’re so lovely everywhere,” he murmured, while slowly twirling me around to face him. “Is your pussy wet to ride your lord’s slender fingers for me?”

“You’re insane.”

“Of course I fucking am! My girl thought of betraying me with another man. Aderyn, I’ve given you everything you ever wanted. I’ve been patient and lenient with you. You’ve made me go to war for your honor. I walked into the Spanish King’s court and murdered his heir for you. I’ve never asked you for anything in return, have I? You, you are a pampered fucking princess, and this is what you do to repay me? Fuck you.”

“A pampered princess? I didn’t ask the Prince of Spain to rape me, nor did I lead him to believe I was willing to be hurt for his pleasure. I’ve never asked for fine gowns, food, or anything else from you anymore than I’ve expected you to provide me with it. The only thing I’ve asked you for was employment, so I could prevent my siblings from starving to death. You promised me heaven and you then you enjoyed forcing me to endure hell. You ripped my heart out and threw it in my face when I offered it to you. I loved you, and you told me I wasn’t meant to be loved,” I whispered as his face sharpened with hate.

“It matters little how we got here, love. Nothing can change the past, now, can it? We can sit here all night going over slights we’ve done to one another. It changes nothing, love. If you’d stop seeking acceptance from others and obey the rules, we wouldn’t be in this situation. I wouldn’t need to teach you why I’m called the devil.” The malice in his stare warned me he would not relent. Fresh tears slipped freely down my face as my chin trembled. “Now, be a good girl and present yourself to me.”

“Fine,” I conceded. My head bowed in defeat as a sigh left my parted lips. Slowly lowering to sit upon the soft gown beneath me, I spread my knees apart before placing my hands on them. Arching my back, I dropped my eyes to the blood splatter on the soft, white material I posed for him on.

“Good girl. Don’t move.” Khaos walked around me, bathing in the submission I offered him. He loved seeing me compliant to his demands and knew that the moment I dropped to my knees, I was his. It was a powerplay move. One which fed his oversized ego.

Defeat flooded through me, and my eyes closed, shutting out the blood and the lace and the sound of his slow footsteps as he moved around me. A hand touched my shoulder, and I jumped at the iciness of it. When I turned to look at where he’d knelt behind me, I saw Maxwell’s severed arm. I had to fight the bile that burned against the back of my throat. Flipping onto my ass, I frantically scooted away from him.

“I thought you liked his touch, love?” Nasir asked as he rose to tower over me, glaring at the severed arm he held. “Did this asshole work a single day of manual labor in his entire life? His hands are smoother than a babe’s ass. This is the guy you wanted to marry?”

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