Chapter Twelve #2
My breath hitched, but his words had my mind spiraling into darkness.
A good daughter would never even think of doing the things I wanted to.
A good daughter wouldn’t be intrigued or aroused by a murderous monster.
He just killed my father and intended to do the same to my mom, but I could barely find it in me to care.
I tilted my head to the side, meeting his piercing gaze. His eyes were so light and so blue, it was easy to get lost in them.
“Since when do you ask for permission?” I challenged.
His smirk widened into a maniacal grin. But before I could even process what that might mean, shadows filled the entire room. Everything turned dark, and all I could feel was his breath kissing my ear.
Screams erupted from the other side of the room, causing my heart to lurch into the back of my throat.
“W-what are you doing?” I stammered breathlessly.
A hand settled over my hip, making me jump from the suddenness of it. “Tearing her apart from the inside out,” he said softly. “I’m ripping out her intestines as we speak.”
My stomach twisted with disgust, followed by a thread of guilt. This was my fault. Right? If I wouldn’t have said anything, maybe…
I shook my head. What was I even thinking? This wasn’t my fault. My mom made her own choices that brought us here today. My dad, too. It wasn’t like I was the one killing them. Then again, I wasn’t sure it bothered me much either. Maybe something was wrong with me.
Mom’s screams continued to ricochet through the room, followed by the sound of her innards hitting the floor with a splat.
I winced, taking a step backwards, only to realize it brought me closer to Alistair—the demon responsible for it all. A rancid smell filled the space as my mom’s cries fell silent, replaced with nothing other than darkness.
“It is done,” he confirmed.
My chest rose and fell violently, confusion tugging at my thoughts until they were a muddled mess.
The shadows fell away so fast, I didn’t even have time to look away. My mom’s body lay on the floor, her skin an ugly pale color that contrasted against her usual tan shade. Blood surrounded her body, growing thicker by the second as she bled out with her insides lying beside her.
“Oh God,” I whispered, my voice cracking at the horrifying display before me.
A cold chill swept down my spine when Alistair stepped away, his shoes thudding against the wooden flooring. Instead of checking out his latest masterpiece, he moved to stand in front of me, blocking my view of my mother.
“Follow me,” he said calmly—a sound that went against the violent act he’d committed moments before.
The lump in my throat was bordering on agonizing, and my feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. All I could do was shake my head frantically, frozen in fear.
He huffed out an annoyed sigh and reached forward, gripping my wrist firmly. My gaze dropped to those soft hands of his, and my mind struggled to process how they could be so delicate and soft when their owner was nothing of the sort.
“Come,” he repeated, a bit more sternly this time.
My heart was hammering to a deadly tune, but I forced myself to obey. I had to. If not for myself, then for my baby sister.
So, I let him pull me out of the room and down the hall. I didn’t even object when we reached the staircase, even though my mind was swarming with thoughts and confusion.
My tongue felt like lead inside my mouth, but I managed to swallow pass that as well.
Alistair led me to the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but glance around. The house felt morbidly empty now. Yet, for some reason, it was equally comforting to know that. I’d always preferred my solitude anyway, and now I didn’t have to worry about judgmental parents or fighting.
“A-are you going to kill me?” I whispered, glancing over at him.
His eyes were like two, endless pits of intensity. They were so light and blue, like a stream of fresh spring water. Yet, they’d seen horrific things and buried in their depths was the soul of an evil, violent creature that promised retribution.
Instead of answering, he released my wrist and guided me toward the kitchen table. His expression was set in determination, and that thought had my heart rate speeding up.
His hand met the small of my back. “Bend over the table,” he ordered.
“W-what?” I stammered, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Bend over the fucking table, Ember.”
My breath caught in my throat at the implication, but slowly, I placed both hands on the table and bent.
He was silent for a few moments, his fingertips trailing over the curve of my spine. “Good girl.” He hummed, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my pants and tugging until they were pooled around my feet.
I sucked in a shuddering breath, the cool air brushing against my most intimate regions.
Alistair’s hand slipped between my legs, causing my body to jerk in surprise. But instead of touching me anywhere intimate, he pushed my thighs farther apart.
At last, he withdrew his hand again. A few moments of silence followed, but then the sound of rustling reached my ears, and I knew what was coming next.
“Step out of your pants,” he instructed.
I clamped my eyes shut and inhaled a deep breath before cautiously obeying him.
I didn’t know why I was obeying. Probably because he could kill me with a flick of his wrist, or because he could hurt my sister.
Both of those thoughts were terrifying. Especially after what I’d just witnessed upstairs.
Alistair came up behind me again, his cock nudging at my entrance. If I thought he’d be gentle this time, I was poorly mistaken.
His fingertips dug into my hips, and in one hard thrust, he was buried inside me. A choked sound bubbled up from my throat at the foreign invasion, my legs trembling as they worked to keep me in the position he requested.
He let out a low groan, his fingers tightening around my waist until the grip he had on me burned. “So tight and wet for me, Little Martyr.”
I whimpered in response, torn between arousal and logic. Unfortunately, I could feel the arousal in me winning out, my hips driving backwards of their own accord to accept him deeper. Pleasure blossomed within my abdomen as my body adjusted to his size, my eyelashes fluttering at the sensation.
He pulled back before slamming into me again, a strangled gasp getting lodged in my throat. The table jostled beneath my weight, creaking under the pressure.
Fuck.
My pussy pulsed around his girth, attempting to milk him for everything he had. I clutched at the table relentlessly as he railed into me again and again, his body slapping against mine. Moans erupted from my throat, my dark hair falling forward more and more with every brutal thrust.
Alistair’s heavy breathing filled the room, combined with his grunts as he took what he wanted from me.
“Fuck,” he panted. “You’re dripping for me. I knew you wanted this. My dirty fucking girl.”
His hand came down hard on my ass, leaving behind a sharp sting. I bucked forward in surprise, but not because I didn’t like it. Quite the opposite actually.
He drove into me again, my hips pressing against the table with every harsh movement. This was what he wanted—to take control and use me. Maybe this was my repentance for the things my parents had done.
My thoughts drifted out of focus when he thrusted exceptionally hard, his balls slapping my pussy in an almost aggressive motion. Every sting had me growing wetter, and my back began to arch more prominently as I fully gave into this magnetic demon.
Another whimper flew from my lips, followed by unintelligible moans. The table rocked beneath us, his cock driving into me hard and fast. Electricity rippled down my spine, coiling tight within my stomach until I felt like I was on the brink of an explosion.
Alistair groaned, as if he could literally taste my desire for him. The sounds he made were so manly and filled with lust, that they only turned me on more. I was doing this to him.
It was enough to send me over the edge.
My thighs trembled as I erupted, a cry flying from my lips as pleasure washed over me and consumed me from the inside out.
“Fuck yes,” he grunted, tightening his hold on me. He drilled into me repeatedly, the wet sounds of our parts connecting filling the space.
In a few more thrusts, he was stilling inside me. His body jerked against mine as his warm release filled me, dripping down my thighs almost instantly.
Heavy breaths escaped my lips as my arms wobbled from the intensity, right before they finally gave out and I went limp, lying halfway of the table with zero support.
My thoughts were still as muddled as they were when he was fucking me and I didn’t have the energy to even attempt to sort through them.
I was pulled back to reality when he slipped out of me and stepped away, leaving me completely exposed and disoriented from the intense orgasm I’d had just recently.
The sound of his zipper echoed through the room, followed by footsteps. “Here.” His voice was cold and distant, slicing through the euphoric state I’d been in.
Reluctantly, I pushed myself away from the counter and settled on the balls of my feet before turning to face him. In his outstretched hand were my pants and panties. I grimaced slightly before accepting them and hurriedly put them back on, already yearning for a nice, hot shower.
Alistair didn’t look me in the eye. There was no sign of that malicious gleam in his eye or that twisted smirk he always wore. Instead, he stared at the floor, his eyebrows drawn together as if he were deep in thought.
“You have two options,” he muttered at last, lifting his chin to meet my gaze.
“W-what?” I stammered, furrowing my eyebrows.
Ignoring me, he went on. “You can choose to come with me—my realm. Or, I can leave you here.” He gestured around the vacant house for emphasis.
“You’re … realm?” I repeated, not fully understanding.
Alistair nodded. “You’d like it there. It’s morbid—like you.”
“So … you’re not killing us?”
He swiped his tongue over his teeth before glancing at the floor again. “I couldn’t complete my assignment. My boss will understand.”
A weight eased from my chest and my knees buckled with the knowledge of what he’d just said. He was letting us live.
I opened and closed my mouth a few times, trying to wrap my head around what he’d asked me. “What about Isobella?” I questioned. “If I chose to go with you, where does that leave her?”
He shrugged in response. “She could come. But I do have to tell you that the only way into my realm is through death.”
A cold chill washed over me at that realization and before I could even contemplate it, I was already shaking my head. “I-I couldn’t do that to her.”
There was no way I was taking my sister’s life away just so I could go to some demon realm. In theory, the place sounded dope as fuck, but I wouldn’t do that.
“I’ll stay here then,” I murmured.
He didn’t seem surprised by that in the slightest. He blew out a loaded breath and nodded. “Very well.” Taking a step toward me, he pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth before backing away. “Until next time, Little Martyr.”
To be continued…
Continue to the next book in the Nightmares on Lull Lane shared world with Oh My Darling: It's Time To Die by Talia Lane