Page 4 of The Devil of London

Still battling against the need to vomit, I could only shake my head. Nasir watched me for a moment before setting the arm on the altar and then slowly walking toward me. When he reached me, he held out his hand expectantly, and I placed my palm in his.

“If you fight me, I promise you won’t like what happens. Come, the sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can be away from this place of death. It’s starting to stink in here.”

As he began to pull me up, my other hand brushed against cold metal, which caused my fingers to wrap around the leather-bound handle of a dagger. I brought it up, intending to plant the blade in his chest.

Khaos’s hand snatched my wrist, forcing it to bend until a scream tore from my lips, and I knew that mistake might be my last. Icy terror gripped my mind in its frozen embrace as dark spots bloomed across my vision. A strangled scream burst from my lips as pain forced the room to spin around me.

“Drop the fucking knife, Aderyn.” His tone was sharper than the steel I’d wielded against him, but I fought the urge to heed his demand. “You stupid little bitch,” he snapped as the delicate bones in my wrist snapped. Khaos froze as the blade dropped, but then he kicked it away. “Damn you.” A sob burst from my lips as he pulled me against his chest, cradling me as his anger radiated inside the chamber. Pain shot through my arm as fear took a backseat to the agony of my wrist.

As I held my wrist against my chest, tears of agony rushed from my eyes, but I clenched my jaw against the pain.

Stepping back, I shook my head as his nostrils flared and all semblance of humanity vanished. The frantic terror pulsed like a living thing within me, urging me to run from the crazed fury he directed at me. Brutal hate and bloody ruin blazed in his eyes as he stepped forward and fisted my hair.

“Is this what you want?” he snarled. Khaos slammed me down onto the altar, pinning my broken wrist between the cold stone and my body, the pain so sharp, so intense, that it stole the breath from my lungs. My mouth opened and closed as I tried to scream or cry out or beg for him to stop, but no words came out.

The sound of his palm against my backside registered moments before a new agony scorched my skin. “Murderous, little slut. Is this the only way to make you behave?” His hand continued landing against my ass until all I could do was sob and take each unremitting jolt his palm delivered.

I’d been prepared for the pain, but not his lips against the sweltering flesh he’d punished. Two fingers entered my pussy, forcing my cry of pain to morph into one tainted with pleasure, and Khaos’s large hand palmed my cheek, caressing the skin he’d reddened in anger.

“Why do you push me until I hurt you?” he whispered. Heated breath fanned my apex before his fingers were gone and his tongue pushed against my pussy, sliding through the wetness he found there. The sound he made while tasting me caused pleasure to swirl in my abdomen until it throbbed at my clit. “You’re so fucking delicious, brat.”

Khaos lapped hungrily at my pussy with his tongue, as he held me prisoner, sending desire rushing through me. His tongue tantalized, teased, and opened me until I was moaning and writhing against his devilish mouth. The way he caressed my need while his fingers began fucking it had me whimpering his name. His thumb ran over my clit in small circles until I was shaking violently as I refused to come for him.

“It’s mine,” he whirred between my thighs. “You’ll come for me before we leave here.” His voice was hatred, malice, and desire as he added another finger, pistoning them in and out of me. The wet sounds of my body taking him emboldened me, and I no longer cared if he knew I was as mad as he was. Together, we stroked one another to full, chaotic madness. Toxic didn’t even begin to describe what we were. “Always so fucking wet and willing for me. My good girl is such a naughty slut when her pussy’s stretched and stuffed until it aches. Isn’t that so? Your cunt’s so fucking greedy it is milking my fingers like it wants my cock to empty in it until it drips my come. Is that what your needy cunt wants?”

“Yes!” I cried as pleasure took control of my emotions, consuming my mind.

I whimpered as he curved his fingers, stroking me deep and slow, and my head dropped forward to rest against my hands on the altar.

“Oh God!” I cried as my body trembled violently.

“Your God isn’t here. I am, and if you ever scream his name when I’m making you come, I’ll make damn sure you know it’s the devil in this deliciously tight cunt. Now, come for me, pretty slut. Make a mess for me so I can feast on your delicious pussy. That’s it, use me,” he praised. With reckless abandonment, I bucked against him until a bloodcurdling scream ripped free from my lips. The entire room spun around me as I whimpered his name. Pleasure became a rainbow prism clouding my vision. “Pity he missed watching you fuck his fingers,” he whirred as the severed arm was tossed onto the altar and he gripped my hair. Realization of what fingers were within me caused my shame to burn and then spread over me.

Khaos yanked me up before forcing me to my knees before him. I tried not to look at the bent fingers of the severed hand on the altar, as I tried not to note how visibly wet they were. Bile seared my throat as tears swam in my vision. The dark, wicked laughter bubbling from Khaos’s chest forced my attention to where he’d perched against the altar, stroking his cock.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take my cock in that heavenly throat of yours. If you bite me, I’ll take poor Maxwell with us. I’ll keep him alive forever. His flesh will be the only thing you ever eat again. But you’ll also replace Rebecca at the post in the main room of Saffron Manor and become the free-use whore for the patrons. Now, crawl to me and don’t make me force you.” Resigned to my fate, I didn’t fight his demand and moved forward on my hands and knees, ignoring the sting of shame as I placed my hands on his powerful thighs.

Slowly, I traced my tongue up the tender edge of his cock.

Khaos shivered as he silently watched me lavishing his cock without him needing to force me. My tongue slid over the tip, and I moaned as the saltiness of his precome hit my tongue. Wrapping my hand around the silkiness of his cock, I held it in my small hand the best I could. Khaos had the largest and thickest cock I’d ever seen before, which was saying something since I’d seen many in the bawdy houses we’d frequented together. Lifting, I slowly took the head into my mouth, enjoying his hiss, while he continued to regard me with darkening eyes.

“I don’t have all day, pretty slut. Suck it like the whore you really are beneath that sweet, naïve girl façade you show the world,” he uttered as his gaze shifted to something behind me and a cruel smile played on his lips.

His hand landed on my head, fingers fisting into my hair, and his eyes lowered to lock with mine. Inhaling deeply, I braced for him to fuck my throat. He forced every single inch into my mouth as my jaw burned and screamed with agony. I loved the way he used my throat, always had, and my pussy grew wet as disdain burned feverishly in his storm-colored, turbulent depths.

Nasir fucking hated that he loved exploiting my mouth and throat. Just knowing how much he despised me and craved me at the same time made it worth the pain he created in my jaw. Like me, he was addicted to the toxic poison we sent coursing through one another’s systems. Khaos growled as he fucked my throat until I was moaning and clenching my thighs tightly to create friction.

“Finger your cunt for me, love.” His voice was sultry, lost in the pleasure I gave him. My mind was a red haze of desire as pain and pleasure became a slurry as my fingers pushed into my body. I moaned around him, which he’d known I would do.

I didn’t think he’d honestly ever loved me as I’d loved him, but I wanted to think he’d at least cared for me a little. Khaos was a poison, which I willingly took into my system and allowed to ravish my mind and body.

He was not the one who broke me. My parents had damaged me long before Khaos had shown up. My father had enjoyed teaching his many daughters how to please their future husbands. Khaos had been the one to save me from that when he’d appeared to demand I pay for my crimes against him. At first, I’d almost been thankful for his intervention, but soon enough, I’d realized Khaos wasn’t some knight in shining armor. He’d been the devil who’d came to collect his new, shiny plaything. And the devil enjoyed breaking his toys.

Pleasure blossomed in my belly as he bucked harder and farther into my throat. Khaos rose from the altar, turning us as he brutalized my throat even as I plundered my cunt. My thumb grazed my clit, and my noises turned animalistic as they vibrated down his cock.

“Look at you. Such a good girl. So filthy when you are on your knees before me. You’re so pretty, taking my cock down that greedy throat of yours,” he purred as tears ran freely down my cheeks. I erupted into a hard, relentless orgasm as his come exploded down my throat. “Drink it, slut. Every drop better be swallowed.” I whimpered as his thumbs caressed my cheeks. “Isn’t she beautiful in her maddening pleasure, Maxwell?”

My eyes widened as Khaos withdrew from my lips, and I turned to find Maxwell staring at me with revulsion. Shame singed my cheeks as I turned away from him, fighting the horror at the realization that he had watched me with Khaos.

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