Page 3 of Possess Us
‘You will service the boys before they leave the house. Think of it as warming up for the ceremony in three days.’
Tyler leans against the door frame. His perfectly blonde hair hangs over his vividly blue eyes. You would think butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. It fucking sizzles.
Kai is tall, with soft brown hair and huge muscles. His tattoos stretch down the length of his arms, and his piercing green eyes look right through me.
Nate has the Grim Reaper tattooed on his arm with a rune marking tattooed on his knuckles. His dark hair matches his inviting hazel eyes.
They’re objectively beautiful men. All lean muscle and sheer brute strength. They can lift me one-handed, and they smell fucking amazing every time they get close.
The other three are older. Mid to late thirties.
But these guys are in their mid-twenties and have the physique of gods.
It’s a shame they’re downright evil.
Each of them enjoys different things with me. I have my suspicions about which demons they each serve.
The three of them don’t take their eyes off me. I shudder at the coldness of them. The emptiness. I read somewhere once that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Or some stupid shit. But if that is true, then these men have nothing inside them except a void and a lust for suffering.
And at the moment, it’s my suffering they lust for.
Xion stands.
‘She’s all yours, boys. Remember. Don’t take too much, or she will be nothing but a husk. If we use up her conduit powers in one go, I will need to buy another, and they are as expensive as they are rare. So only tap into her a little. Worship your demons in moderation, or the vessel will burn out and be useless.’
He looks at me. That’s all I am. A tool. A conduit vessel to channel their demon gifts, and when I die or become no use, they will simply buy another.
He leaves. The boys all step aside to let him pass.
But they don’t follow him. They linger. And I know the real torment has only just begun.
Chapter 2
Willow
Nate turns to the control panel on the wall and pushes some buttons before smirking at me. The boiler across the room kicks in. I swallow dryly, knowing what comes next. Heat. Pain.
I know what Nate enjoys.
All three of them stand before me. The boiler is getting hotter. The pipe is warming up.
Tyler tilts his head and winks at me with the most flirtatious little smile.
Shit. Why is it always the psychopaths who are drop-dead gorgeous?
‘Come on, Willow. On your knees.’ Kai steps forward, his hands on his zipper. ‘You know what we want.’
The pipe is getting hotter, heating the handcuffs around my wrist as the heat travels through them. I glance at my hand. The scars left from the three times before start to itch as they heat up.
My eyes flick back to them. The real threat.
The sound of the lowering zipper echoes around the room. Kai’s cock springs free. Long and thick, ready and waiting.
I look from it… to him.
His breathing has quickened, and a lust has filled those soulless eyes. He takes his length in his hand and slowly strokes himself, watching me intently. He steps closer. Nate slowly walks around him to my side. His fingers run softly through my hair, sweeping it behind my ear with a gentleness he rarely offers.
‘She’s looking,’ Kai smiles. ‘She likes what she sees, don’t you?’ He takes another step closer. ‘Give it a kiss, and we’ll turn off the heater.’
