The Art of Obsession (Savage Stalkers #1)

37. Aww, did you just claim him?

37

Aww, did you just claim him?

Chapter Playlist

“Love Like Blood” – Killing Joke

“Bloodstream” – Stateless

EVERLEIGH

After a half hour with Acheron engaging his audience in voting for a variety of bloody methods Aldridge has passed out from the pain.

His body is a tapestry of torture while mine is the opposite. Only Acheron could strike this flawless balance.

The warmth radiates across my chest and shoulders, creating both tension and relaxation. My breathing hitches, caught between a gasp and a sigh, as my body adjusts to the foreign sensation. It’s soothing, unnervingly intimate.

This shameful arousal and sensory overload overwhelm my fear, keeping me relaxed but also hyperaware.

Each new needle brings a fresh wave, layering heat and tingling until my skin is alive, buzzing with energy. Closing my eyes, I try to reconcile the pleasure with the pain, the beauty with the brutality.

I have to admit, this whole ‘you as a human pincushion’ aesthetic? Cherry mentions, tilting her head, her horns reflecting off the glow of the chandelier. Weirdly stunning.

As Acheron places a bottle of smelling salts beneath Aldridge’s nose, the professor comes to, shaking his head. A whimper slips from my throat, muted beneath his rapid sobs and breathy cries. I can’t deny the erotic horror, how much I enjoy watching my God of Art avenge me.

Oh, no. I just said “my”.

Aww, did you just claim him? I’m so happy for you two. Next, he’ll be tattooing “Property of Acheron” on your ass.

Shut up, you whore.

Temper, temper, she says with a cheeky smile.

Just then, something cold and narrow penetrates my opening, and I hiss, tensing and clenching all my muscles. I didn’t even notice Acheron circling behind me. Now, he’s wiggling the handle of one of the instruments inside me, collecting my fluids. My blood chases the high, the electrifying feeling of coming so close—before he yanks out the instrument, stealing my orgasm.

The next thing I know, Acheron is pinching my nipples, tugging them hard to elongate them. I jerk, moaning through the gag.

“There’s my naughty girl,” he purrs, rubbing his lips along my forehead. He squeezes one breast that is outlined by the rope. And cleans my nipples with antiseptic. What is that for?

Before I can blink, a stabbing pain pierces my left nipple. The shock hits me like a cruel tide, and my whole body locks up. My hands turn white-knuckled from how hard I writhe with the ropes. Heady breaths and appreciative hums from the men outside the exhibit fill the speakers.

Tears sting my eyes, but heat sizzles beneath my skin. When I look down, I have the confirmation. Acheron just pierced my nipple. At each end of the shiny barbell are gemstones shaped like a rose. And just as red.

Tilting his head, Acheron taps my hypersensitive nipple, gives it a light pinch, then meets my eyes. “Red diamonds are the rarest and most expensive gems in the world, gentlemen.” He doesn’t take his eyes off me. My throat closes up from emotion. My lungs wither at the knowledge. “Less than thirty red diamonds exist in the world. Per carat, they retail at over one million dollars.”

Wow, Evie, you’re like the world’s rarest, most expensive art piece right now, Cherry swoons. I’m not jealous, just… totally in awe.

Her voice distracts me from the excruciating pain when he pierces my other nipple before lightly tracing his thumb around it. I tremble, seismic tremors shuddering inside my pussy. It only elevates the pressure in my ass. More wetness drips onto the floor as I gaze up at Acheron through the watery film of my tears.

Cupping my breast, Acheron rubs his thumbs across my sore nipples. By now, his clients have their dicks out and are stroking as the sexual tension mounts.

Aldridge still whimpers in the background, his skin marred by countless hairline cuts. Because Acheron doesn’t want him to bleed out yet.

After crushing his mouth to mine, working his tongue beyond the gag, Acheron pulls away too quickly, unraveling me.

“Gentlemen, I believe it’s time for a break from the blood play? What do you say to some broken bones?”

They grunt, nod, and drone their eagerness. Aldridge shakes his head furiously, and I watch with a twisted fascination. He even jerks at the chair, but it’s bolted to the floor.

My breath hitches when Acheron grips the forearm of the struggling professor—and snaps the bone in one clean, precise tug. Shrill screams erupt from Aldridge’s throat. Acheron moves to the other arm, but this time, he wrenches it so hard, he rips the limb right from its socket. The men rub their dicks harder, faster, aroused by the pain.

With the sounds of Aldridge’s suffering in the background, my stalker and captor returns to me, cups my breasts, and looks deeply into my eyes. “I’m going to fuck you now, sweet girl. So he can see how a real man fucks his woman before he dies.”

I clench my eyes, a moan lodging in my throat. Then, he circles until he’s behind me, moving between my spread legs. My breaths turn ragged. Strong fingers tug the butt plug, sliding it from my clenching ring.

Heated adrenaline ravages my blood as Acheron positions his iron-hard dick along my pussy, easing it through the wet folds and slowly probing my center, soaking the crown. His energy wraps around me like a net, protecting me from the lustful eyes on me. It’s just us in this moment.

“Fuck, you’re wet, Everleigh. Drowning my cock. Such a horny girl,” he hums with approval.

My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to hammer its way out. But it could never escape without…him. No, it would lie in a bloody mess at his feet, waiting for the God of Art to pluck it from the floor and preserve it within the cage of his chest.

After a few shallow strokes of his length inside me, Acheron does what I suspected, what I feared despite the dark thrill coursing through me. He positions the tip of his cock against my anus—then slowly, deliberately, and strongly slides inside the forbidden hole. I lurch…and release a deep groan from the pain and pressure. But desire swirls a hot storm in my veins.

One more thrust, then Acheron stabs deep, spearing me so his hips slam against my ass. A muffled shriek leaves my throat. His cock burns like fire and ice, but there’s an undertow of pleasure. And the sound of his groan turns me on all the more.

“Christ, you’re tight, Little Quill. That ass is so fucking hot.” He grips onto the cheeks, digging his fingers into the flesh.

His body vibrates as he begins to thrust. The needles seem to tingle more, pulsing tiny reverberations through my nerves, contrasting with my sore nipples. I’m high on endorphins. Somehow, I soften my muscles, welcoming him inside me, moaning from the fullness. It’s deeper, stronger than the time he fucked my ass with the knife handle.

His hands wander along my back, fingertips softly roaming along the edges of my spine where he stuck the needles and roses. The petals flutter from his movements. Another deep groan, then Acheron picks up his rhythm, fucking me faster and curving a hand upon my throat in a firm grip. The action tunnels his cock inside me more. Soft cries and whimpers trip over each other, and I bite down hard on the gag. His other hand moves to my pussy. Three fingers stab inside me, circling. Hot need pulses through me as Acheron thumbs my clit, working the slippery nub from side to side before rubbing it, stimulating the nerves.

And then, he fucks me. Like a beast off its leash, he power fucks my ass. I feel every ridge of his cock. He drives himself so hard and vicious in me, some of the needles fall, clattering to the floor with the roses tumbling like clumps of blood and ink.

“Ohmm!” I screech from the power his muscles deal on my ass, sending burning shocks of pain and pleasure. I clench around his cock and his fingers, a squelching noise sounding from my pussy.

“You like me fucking your ass, don’t you, horny girl? Fuck, it’s like a goddamn vice clamping around me. I’m not going to last. And you’re going to come with me,” he commands, voice gravely and dangerous.

He works my clit with a fury. Rubbing and circling until I feel those flutters inside me. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Fuck, yes!” he growls and jerks his hips, ramming my ass so hard, he rearranges my insides. And spurts ropes of his cum inside me.

Colors burst my vision like paint splatters. A hot storm of bliss roars through me, shattering me until I’m screaming from the intensity of the orgasm as it surges lightning through the reward center of my brain, striking every receptor with ecstasy. And something new…and intense spurts from me.

Acheron cups me with a throaty growl. “Fuck, there’s my dirty girl squirting all over my hand.”

I’ve never…I can’t believe…

His palm lingers, coated in my fluids, trapping the heat as his dick throbs inside me, my ass milking the last of him. Tiny heartbeats vibrate through my pussy, the aftermath of the climax. I’m so warm, practically glowing from everything.

When Acheron pulls out, my chest pitches, but I say nothing. Just watch, gaze at him as he shoves his dick back in his pants, advances to Aldridge in the next room, and promptly grips his head and snaps his neck. Turning him into a corpse in one split second.

Applause resounds, thundering from beyond the glass. The glass which is coated in globs of cum again.

Those dark eyes, glinting with the carmine pupils, lock on me. No one else. But he opens his mouth to say, “Thank you for coming, gentlemen. A grand supper is prepared for you in the dining hall. My security will escort you, and I will join you presently.”

I’m so spent but relieved when they’re gone. And one by one, Acheron removes the needles from my skin. And then, the ropes…