Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
SUMMER
Wavering between this realm and one far more sinister than plain sleep, I force my eyes to stay open out of sheer self-preservation.
Kage’s hands are slicked with blood, the liquid sticky against my cheeks and stringent as it’s sucked through my nose, the taste lingering on the back of my tongue.
More of the offensive color clings to exposed, jagged bits of bone, the jaw of the man who was about to rape me crooked, his eyes sunken.
There is no making sense of what I am witnessing, of how it will impact my mind from this moment on.
Kage’s grip on my cheeks tightens, a sound issuing from the back of his throat that dies as soon as it catches on frayed vocal cords.
Vision swimming with tears, my eyes are pulled from the body to his.
Only, the Kage I’ve come to learn is still so very far away from me, and my body seems to know he won’t be returning anytime soon.
His livid eyes glow with fury, the emotion an entity burning him alive from the inside out.
Nostrils still flared as his chest heaves, his teeth slide against one another before he swallows and parts his lips that are carved from the same slab of marble as David.
“M…mmm…”
The sound comes from deep in his throat, choking off in a raspy cough before the consonant is fully formed. His anger only grows, his nose and jaw ticking, his grip on my face tightening until an ache blooms in my bones and mingles with the pounding in my head.
“My…mi-ne.”
My heart dips as though free-falling from the stratosphere.
There’s an unhinged glint to his gaze that I’ve yet to meet, and although it terrifies me to some extent, I have to acknowledge to myself that this moment was always bound to happen.
I knew Kage would snap eventually; I just didn’t know what provocation would tip him over the edge and into the blackness of a plane with no morality.
So when his zipper descends and his cock becomes seated at my entrance, I tighten my hold around his neck, shivering in trepidation, steeling my nerves and preparing for the decimation I am about to face.
Holding his gaze as we pant, hanging suspended above the pits of a realm neither of us have known before, I make peace with what it is he needs to do.
“Yours,” I agree softly, giving him the only permission I know he’ll accept.
His pupils are a black hole at the center of our universe, consuming the once-golden ring around those impossible depths, and with a vicious sneer, he sinks his cock into me to the hilt in one brutal, claiming thrust. My head tips back, baring my throat to his teeth as I scream; the pain is acute, for not only do I feel cloven in half by his girth, but the head of his cock is kissing my womb at the same time—and he keeps pushing until our hip bones kiss and I swallow him whole.
Pushing against his chest to alleviate some of that burning that flares through my pelvic region, I pant, “Kage…fuck…hold on…”
The most gentle thing he does is lay me on the cold, bloody ground, keeping himself planted inside me as he cradles my aching skull with his massive palm. A shuddering breath ripples through him, and my brows pull together in earnest, knowing that is the only reprieve I’ll get.
His other hand settles on my stomach beneath my belly button, pushing down until I can feel him prodding at his own palm through me. It’s erotic and barbaric and shouldn’t make me wet, but my cunt weeps around him all the same.
He begins to thrust haphazardly, and it’s clear he’s not experienced, but something about the way he holds my gaze as well as holds me has me melting beneath him.
“Fuck,” I whimper once he finds a rhythm, one that has my bruised ass cheeks slapping the ground below.
“Mi…ne,” he growls again, losing his voice halfway between the word. Jostling to the timing of his thrusts, I nod.
“Yours.”
It’s so fucked up, so dirty and wrong and savage, my eyes skipping past my jiggling thigh and his pumping hips to the corpse behind us.
The man who tried to take what was always Kage’s.
My eyes roll back, and my pussy flutters around his massive length that is still unbearably painful, but also morphing into something deeply satisfying.
He killed for me. He beat a man to death for touching me and had not a trace of fear on his archangelic face.
There is something intimately powerful about that, how he derives purpose and pleasure from me, and I gain a man that women only dream about, one forever on screen or between the pages but never flesh and bone.
Every single one of the girls I learned about in crime documentaries deserved a champion like Kage, someone to bring them brutal justice, and now I have the chance to wield a powerful one of my own.
So I reach up, chest rising in dark pride, and grip his sturdy, flexing shoulders, relaxing my hips, allowing him deeper access to my pliant, broken body.
I get lost in him, in the wet sounds of my soaked pussy, in our labored breaths, in his grunts and choked off moans. “Fuck, right…right there, please…fuck…”
His palm leaves my stomach to grip my jaw, my eyes springing open as his lips crash to mine, leaving bruises in the wake of his claiming.
Our tongues dance briefly, and he pulls away sharply, glaring furiously at me.
His hips stutter yet still somehow keep a steady pace.
He turns my face to the side, likely seeing the redness and swelling of the backhand smack I received.
I think he tasted the blood, and if I thought I’d seen him enraged before, it somehow devolves.
I watch in detached fascination as he takes it out on me.
And I fucking love it.
There’s something wrong with me, but I’m not sure if this side always existed, or if Kage stoked it to life in my soul.
The pumping of his hips resounds through the basement, the silky head of his cock rubbing against a sensitive spot inside me.
When my cries change to something higher, more desperate, his thumb dives down and rubs furiously across my slippery clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me as a cataclysmic climax builds.
His eyes scorch my face in molten flames, and my neck cranes as I cry out to him, to the god of death that rules my body and soul forevermore. “Make me come…please…please…”
My breath hitches, cutting off as the orgasm overcomes me, unending pleasure burgeoning deep within me, coaxed out by a monster.
My nerves are flayed beneath his domination, my entire body alight, my ears roaring as I drown in pleasure and a type of high I never knew existed before now.
The wild swing from nearly dying a torturous death to sinking into an obsession I’ll never let go of has me falling through the cracks and into hell itself, Kage cracking me open and spilling my darkest truths to him and the dead.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I whine like a whore, glancing down to watch in fascination as my stomach shudders and my cunt squeezes his girth so hard it tries—and fails—to push him out.
Slicked with my juices, his veiny shaft is shoved back in to the hilt, my orgasm ripping through me from head to toe as I scream and cry, shuddering in time with each pulse of lightning coursing through me.
Keeping himself deep inside me and snug against my womb, he releases at the same time, the throbbing of his cock and the spurt of his hot load coaxing me into another climax.
His cum leaks out of me as I cry and he continues to pump his hips, neither of us done with the other now that we’ve experienced the magnitude of how we make the other feel.
Panting with tears staining my face, I collapse into his embrace, our eyes catching—and the world going black.