Chapter 23 ZAGHAN #2
“Elizabeth.” I dragged the next words like heat against her skin.
“I am fascinated by you, undeniably. And right now, I am curious about you. But I do not like you, still. I don’t fancy your existence, not when it’s interfering with mine.
” My thumb stroked her quivering chin. “And I have decided, long before I met you, what would happen when we finally meet.”
Her throat tightened.
“I have to kill you, Beth Fraser.” The words left my mouth without conviction. There was no anger, it wasn’t loud either. Just…truth. “I am going to kill you.”
I watched her carefully, waiting for panic. But it never came. Her fingers curled into the sheet instead. Then her lips parted, though no scream. But it was clear. She was terrified.
“But before I do.” My hand skimmed her chest, my voice a gentle murmur. “Before I kill you. I want you to understand something.”
My forehead lowered until my lips almost brushed her ear.
“You won’t die confused. You won’t wonder what you did wrong.
” I paused. “I’ll try to be gentle at first. Then I’ll take you like my desire is to break you.
And when you shatter around me, panting, breathless…
” My voice dropped to a low whisper. “I’ll end you. ”
And just like that, without warning, I pushed just half an inch of me inside her, the sensation hot and unyielding, ripping a sound from her throat, a sound that fascinated me.
Her body arched involuntarily as a shudder racked through her.
My lips ghosted over her quivering ones, my breath molten. “Yes, you’ll take my cock, Elizabeth.” My lips pressed against her left eye, softly, like I hadn’t imagined carving this very eye out. “And after that, you’ll take the death I offer you…beautifully.”
“I-I can’t,” she stammered, her voice a breathless tremor, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her as I pushed deeper into her tight wall.
I hummed, amused, “You can. You will. I will make you.”
I gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head. And then, slowly, deliberately, I pushed inside, inch by inch, forcing her body to yield, to mold around me, to accept me.
“Fuck!” A guttural sound rumbled from my chest, loud, piercing the charged air like thunder. God, she was so tight, so fucking slick, swallowing around me.
I hated to admit it. But Christ, she was perfect.
Her breath hitched, her lips parting in a silent cry as I stretched her impossibly wide, an intrusion that was both unbearable and intoxicating.
Her head tipped back, her eyes squeezing shut as the tears rolled down her cheeks in fat waves.
My teeth grazed her jaw, my tongue flicking over the pulse hammering beneath her skin.
A thunderous moan tore through her opened mouth, her eyes rolling all the way back in, her hips thrusting forward as my pace quickened.
“P-please…” The word tumbled from her lips, breathless and desperate, a broken prayer to the god between her legs. “It’s too m-much, please. I–I can’t.”
But I didn’t want to slow down anymore. I no longer wanted to sooth her. I wanted to fuck her like I owned her, like I was claiming every inch of her trembling body with each brutal thrust.
My grip was punishing now, fingers digging deep into her flesh, branding her with the promise that when she would take her last breath, her body would remember only my touch, not the men before me.
“Oh god, please.”
She was unravelling beneath me, her body bending to my will, her pleasure laced with something darker, something dangerous. I watched her come undone, watched as her mind fought the inevitable; the pull into my world, my filth, my madness.
But she would lose. Oh, she wasn’t leaving unscathed.
“You have been touched by the darkness now,” I murmured in a low growl, my lips ghosting against hers, biting the delicate, pink flesh. “The last taste you will remember is my decay, the one I’ll bleed into you like black wine.”
I drove into her harder, forcing her to feel me, to let me drag her into my abyss willingly.
“You’re in my darkness now,” I declared.
I would break her. I would shatter every last piece of innocence she thought she had. And when I put her back together, she wouldn’t be the same. She would be corrupted, tainted, ruined, fucking dead.
“Oh god. Please, don’t–” she gasped, her back arching, her heels pinned harder against my hips, pleasure crashing over her.
And the harder I thrust, watching her unravel beneath me, watching her cry and beg for more of this madness, the more the need to possess and claim overwhelmed me.
She belonged to my brother, right? I didn’t intend to change that. I just needed to touch her, ruin her then end her. The angel Callan wanted to smother me for. I wanted to turn her light into darkness, take away the thing that always made him want to run to her, to silence me.
I wanted to kill her.
But now, with my cock buried so deep inside her sweet pussy, her pretty eyes staring at me with unrestrained lust, as if my thrusts were everything she craved, my madness everything she needed, I could swear I suddenly wanted her.
There was more to Beth Fraser. I thought she was just a girl I needed to kill. Just a fracture I needed to erase. But there was something inside her, ancient and rotten, stirring the darkness in me, reaching for me.
But I needed to kill her. She was trouble. Without my brother’s body, I couldn’t exist. And if she remained in the picture, my brother intended on chaining me forever.
No, she needed to die.
Her cry tore into my thoughts, pulling me back into the moment, where she was wrapped around me, squeezing me so fucking tight.
“Perfect,” I murmured against her trembling lips, drinking in the wreckage I had created. “Now, let’s see how much deeper I can take you, my tattered, broken doll.”
My thrusts grew impossibly deeper, possessive, reaching a part she wasn’t even aware of within her. I thrust hard and madly, dangerously, as if I was making a promise, staking a claim, trying to carve myself into something eternal.
“It’s almost as though you were made for me, Elizabeth.” My lips pressed to hers, deceptively gentle at first, then slowly, I devoured her, claimed her, every inch of her swollen lips.
Panting, hungry, falling apart, I dragged my teeth down the column of her throat. I bit her skin again, sharp and punishing, until she gasped, her body tensing beneath me.
The sting bloomed into something hotter, something she should resist but didn’t. The metallic tang of her blood smeared across my lips, and a dark growl vibrated from my chest, reverberating through her.
She was drowning in me, just as I was in her, in the weight of my body, the punishing thrust of my cock, with a hand around her throat, owning her every breath. And when I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, her eyes burned like fire in the dark.
She was clenching around me, tears streaming down her cheeks, her body desperate, greedy, needy…perfect.
I chuckled darkly, the sound curling around her like a vice. “You’re so pretty when you cry.”
My hand moved from her neck to grip her thigh, fingers pressing bruises into her skin as I pulled out agonisingly slow just to hear her whimper, just to see the frustration flicker in her glazed eyes.
And then, with a sharp thrust, I was buried inside her again, forcing a shuddering moan from her lips.
“Fuck, look at you.” Hunger bled from my voice, while my pace remained relentless, punishing.
“So tight, clenching around my cock, like that. Christ, you’re so fucking perfect for me, Elizabeth.
If there is a chance you’ll live to see tomorrow, I’d have killed anyone that thinks you and I aren’t a perfect match. ”
Her moans dissolved into cries, her fingers fisting the sheets, her body writhing beneath me as I fucked her raw.
The wet slap of skin, the obscene sound of her drenched pussy taking every inch of me… it was pure fucking bliss.
“You feel that, Beth Fraser?” I plunged deeper, rougher, meaner, savoring the way her breath stuttered. “Even your body knows me already.”
I could feel it in the way she gripped me, in the way she chased my pleasure with her own. She was made for me, sculpted to take my madness, to drown in my depravity.
If only she wasn’t meant to die.