Page 2 of Sweet Violence
"Then we'll do it ourselves." I met their eyes, one by one—my brothers, my circle. "We won't stop until we find her."
Even Taj nodded.
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In my dream, I was having a tea party with a unicorn made of candy floss, a gummy bear the size of a cottage, a real-life bear pancake, and Eileen, my rainbow-pastel plushie from the fairground where I accidentally murdered a prince of hell. There’d originally been another member of our tea party—one of those mice made of white chocolate—but I murdered him for crimes against taste buds. White chocolate mice were almost as bad as chocolate covered raisins.1
"Are you awake, babygirl?" a deep as hell and utterlyterrifyingvoice rumbled.
I curled into a tighter ball, burying my face in the pillow and ignoring the coppery scent of blood that coated my taste buds. The pillow was a little too firm, a little too warm.
"Go away," I groaned to whatever dick I slept with last night. "Not your babygirl."
The laugh that answered me was too low, too full of violence. I shook awake all at once, jolting when my bed …oh god.My bed was made offingers. Huge, deep crimson fingers, curling around my body.
"Good morning, my beautiful broken girl," the monster cradling me in his hand purred. "You are definitely my babygirl. And you're inso muchtrouble for opening that gateway."
I swallowed hard, rolling onto my back to look up at the giant, monstrous face staring down at me, framed by three sets of razor sharp, ribbed horns. He had rough crimson skin, flame-filled eyes, and jutting canine teeth that could easily crush me in two if he felt like eating me.
My pussy throbbed. Okay, that was it. I was officially done with hentai porn. All of it.Done.2
"So um," I said, swallowing hard as I looked up at the freaking devil. "Hi."
His big mouth split in a grin, and my stomach swooped with a dizzying mix of terror and pride at makingthe devilsmile. "You're not getting shy on me now, are you? After all the souls you've sent to me?"
He bent his crazy-big head and lifted his hand at the same time; I flung my arms out, digging fingernails into his palm,terrifiedhe'd drop me twenty feet to the ground. At the rush of motion, I flashed back to the teacups at the fairground where the demon circle tried to hunt me. Or kill me. I still wasn't sure which.Tajdefinitely meant to kill me.
Fuck—the devil's son. As in the son of the devil who now held me.
Oh, this was twisted and fucked up.
"The souls were delicious," the devil purred, lifting me in line with his face. I froze as he nuzzled his nose on my stomach and judged myself super hard for the moths that swarmed in my belly. Wood creaked as he leaned forward, and I vaguely realised he was sitting on a mammoth throne, an equally big sword resting against it. "Thank you, baby."
"You're welcome?"
He laughed, the sound making my ripped clothes flutter. I was still dressed in the rags from my torture session with Jacko—and Dad.
Ugh,shit. If I went back to Earth, he'd track me down andfuck knowswhat he'd want. Probably revenge again.
Maybe I should just stay here in hell…
"Such a sweet girl," the devil purred, sliding his fangs up my body but careful, it seemed, to keep the sharp points away from my skin. I shuddered at the sensation of his smooth teeth caressing me, at his lips grazing my shoulder. Somewhere between passing out and waking up, I returned to my human form, which meant my skin was much,muchmore sensitive.
"How am I not dead?" I managed to ask. My eyes were so fucking wide, my breathing fast. The devil was … nuzzling me. Thedevil.The actual ruler of hell, who every single person on Earth was petrified of.
And he liked me because I killed a bunch of people?
Okay. Okay, that was … normal? Yeah, normal. Just a day that ended in Y.3
"You have my fire in you," he responded. My body shook as his deep voice travelled through me like a damn earthquake.
I yelped when a huge red tongue dipped out of his mouth and laved over my belly where I'd been flayed open. It still stung like a bitch, and blood dried everywhere on my skin, but it wasn't gaping open, so—bonus?
He groaned, and my heart skipped a beat. There was a monster the size of a house tasting the blood from my not-so-broken-anymore body, his massive teeth big enough to swallow me whole and wipe me from existence …annnndarousal dripped from my pussy as I wondered how that tongue might feel elsewhere.
"Your blood," he groaned, dragging his face away, "tastes too good. Like an aphrodisiac."
"You can keep your huge monster dong the hell away from me," I snarled, even as my pussy lit up like a fireworks display on New Year's Eve. "And let me go," I added as an afterthought.
