Chapter 37 BETH #2
He kissed me, his free hand sliding into my hair, fisting it from behind. “Your lips.” He squeezed my breast again, tight, drawing another moan from my throat. “Your perfect pussy.” His fingers stroke between my thighs, his touch firm, knowing, my breath shuddering.
His smirk darkened. “You’re already wet, Elizabeth.”
“I need to–”
“Take this one off.” He tugged at the waistline of my shorts.
“Zaghan–”
“Now!”
Lifting my hips, I wriggled out of the material, leaving myself bare to him.
“I hear couples do this thing where they watch movies together.” Something flickered in his eyes, dark amusement laced with something more sinister.
I blinked, my body still strumming.
His fingers trailed between my thighs, teasing. “I have the perfect movie for us.” His grin widened, wicked and hard to read. “Came highly recommended. Something tells me you’ll love it.”
Then he moved to the large screen mounted on the wall across from the bed, grabbing a flash drive from the stand and plugging it into the TV.
My mind spun with questions. There was something deliberate about this, something hidden in his tone. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what it was.
“Done,” he announced, returning to the bed.
“Get on.”
My brows knitted slightly, waiting.
“On all fours.” He stepped closer, tilting my chin with his fingers, his touch gentle. “Do it.”
I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself as he intended; facing the screen, my body open to him.
The bed dipped under his weight, shadows shifting around me. There was a low shuffle of material, then warmth pressing against my backside.
I glanced behind me, and my breath caught at the sight of his cock, thick and aching as veins flared across the pink flesh.
“Z-zaghan,” I whimpered when he dragged his length across my dripping heat, teasing, tormenting me.
A sound crackled from the television as he pressed a button. Whatever it was about to play was recorded with a normal cell phone camera, but at a bad angle as the lighting was very horrible.
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” His fingers dug into my waist, holding me still. “You’re going to be my brave girl and watch every second of this clip, okay?”
I nodded.
“And when it reaches climax, I need you to explode all over my cock.” He pressed the head against my entrance, not quite. “Do we have a deal?”
“Yes,” I gasped, arching my back, desperate for more.
Finally, he thrust inside, stretching me, filling me in one deep stroke.
“Come on, little witch, eyes on the screen,” he ordered, pulling out agonizingly slowly before driving back inside me.
I gasped, barely registering the flickering images on the screen. Glitching lights. Echoing footsteps. A ghostly soundtrack rising beneath my moans.
“The movie,” I panted, pleasure curling through me like fire. “Is it scary?”
“You don’t like them scary?” His thrusts were slow and deliberate, dragging out my pleasure with a cruel kind of patience. Hard and hungry, but never quite fast enough.
“I–I don’t like horror movies,” I whimpered, my wall clenching around him. “Or anything with ghosts. I’m petrified of them.”
Then, a scream ripped through the speaker of the television, sharp and agonized.
My gaze flickered to the screen, momentarily torn between the man inside me and the horror playing out in front of me. Due to the poor lighting, I couldn’t make out the details, not yet. But something about the scene, though, deeply unsettled me.
The light suddenly adjusted and now I could see something, a body sprawled on the floor, drenched in blood, his face beyond recognition.
I moaned, moving my hips to meet his thrusts, the tension between us building in a slow, insidious climb. “I don’t know if I can watch this. It’s, it’s a bit much.”
“Shhh.” He pressed a kiss against the small of my back. “Just watch.” He rolled his hips, angling deeper, finding a spot inside me that made me shudder. “Pay attention.”
My eyes fluttered shut, but I could still hear it.
Beyond the wet slap of skin against skin, beyond my own gasps and moans, there was something else.
A voice. A haunting melody hummed in the background, the sound sending a chill racing down my spine.
But somehow, it only amplified the pleasure pooling in my core.
“Wait, what’s–” I saw him before I could complete the question. The man on the screen. The one humming in the background.
He was now standing over the body, wearing a long black coat, a pair of black leather gloves strapped to his hands.
He was tall and broad, with waves of white hair cascading down his back. And there was an axe clutched in his gloved hand.
My breath faltered.
“Zaghan?”
“Relax,” he murmured, his fingers bruising into my hips as his pace suddenly quickened, feeding off my fear.
On the screen, he crouched beside his victim, resting the axe against the bloodied floorboard. Then, with slow precision, he reached up, gathering the rest of his white hair into a bun. He pulled a band from his wrist, tying the hair.
My stomach dropped, my pulse pounding in my ears.
I tried to move, to scramble away, but he tightened his grip, locking me in place.
“Don’t go running now,” he breathed against my ear, a smirk evident in his voice. “The movie just got interesting.”
He thrust into me relentlessly, while on the screen, he raised an axe, hovering it over the bloodied man’s trembling arm.
My body burned with pleasure, yet fear coiled around my bones. I didn’t understand why I was still so aroused, why my body still welcomed him even as I seemed to be forcing my mind to recoil.
“W‐what’s going on?” My voice was shaky, lips trembling. “What are you doing to him?”
“Are you still wondering why you’re like this?” his version on the screen asked, his hand tightening on the bloodied man’s jaw.
The man groaned, barely conscious.
I watched as he swiped a dagger from the pocket of his coat.
“You touched what’s mine.” He forced the blade into the man’s mouth. “Spoke filth with this tongue about her. So, I’m cutting it off.”
I gasped. “What–”
Zaghan slammed into me harder, stealing my breath. “Hush. Less talking, more watching.”
Sweat beaded on my skin, my body tightening, overwhelmed, as pleasure and horror tangled like poison in my veins.
I watched as the dagger severed the man’s tongue. A strangled sound escaped me, though I didn’t know if it was from Zaghan’s punishing thrusts or the grotesque sight before me.
“I’m not usually this mean,” he mused, tossing the tongue aside. “But that girl, she makes me want to do terrible things to any man who looks at her. I’m very possessive of her, you see. Sharing her is something I just can’t seem to do.”
He suddenly flipped me, pushing me to the edge of the bed, my head dangling off. “Eyes on the screen, still,” he commanded, wrapping my legs around his hips before thrusting deep.
“Watch how I kill men who dare to touch you.” His words were raw and vicious as his cock pounded into me. “How I erase the men that dare to make you afraid when all your fears are meant for me.”
“Oh, god, fuck–” I cried louder, unashamed, writhing under him like a woman possessed, while my wall clenched around him tighter, like I couldn’t get enough, like he couldn’t get deep enough.
I knew it was just the high, the temporary way he always possessed my mind until it would wear off and I would come back to my senses again, but right now, I wanted him etched into me, something permanent, something I’d never have to scrape out of my bones.
“Donald.” The name suddenly echoed from the screen, and I froze, my eyes squinting at the screen.
As in, James Donald?
That was James Donald on the floor there?
How–he knew?
The necklace!
I was still wearing the necklace when I went into James’s office.
Fuck!
“Remember what the Bible says about sins.” He placed the axe on James’s right arm. “If your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off.”
The axe swung, and blood burst, sudden and obscene, and something twisted low in my stomach. My wall clenched around Zaghan’s cock as James’s arm disengaged from his body.
There was no fear, no aching revulsion as blood gushed from the part the arm was severed from. But there was a tight aching pressure that stole my breath.
Zaghan–on the screen–moved the axe to the other arm, and the one above me gripped my thigh, swinging my leg over his shoulder, slamming into me, dragging a loud and broken moan out of me.
The axe swung again, blood spraying, and the pressure in my stomach crested, my body convulsing, toes curling as I arched into him, chasing his madness, needing to carve myself into him.
“Oh my god–fuck, please,” I whimpered, my heels digging into his hips, fingers clawing at his chest, carving my DNA into his skin.”
“Go on, break for me,” he panted, pounding harder into me, fingers wrapping around my neck, squeezing just enough to make my breath stutter, forcing my eyes to remain on the screen as he chopped up James’s body like a butcher did cattle.
“Yes, this is what worship looks like. Soak my fucking cock. Ruin yourself for me while I chop up men in your name.”
A loud cry ripped from my throat as a wild shudder seized my body, release rushing out, slicking him while I watched James’s head–on the screen–roll across the room.
“Fuck, can you see that I am the perfect man for you?” He sounded like he was fighting a moan himself as his muscles clenched, body trembling, before his hot load emptied inside me, filling me up and licking out of my pussy.
He pulled out of me, dripping himself along my thigh, before he began to kissing down my stomach.
His lips brushed against my still sensitive clit, then he swiped out his tongue, giving my pussy a languid stroke, tasting me, tasting us.
“Fuck roses, little witch,” he murmured, dark eyes on me as he rolled my clit into his wicked mouth, sucking, unravelling me all over again.
“I’ll leave dead bodies in your name, heads on a stake,” he continued, another stroke of his tongue, this time, so tortuously slow, dragging a loud whimper out of me.
“I’ll make men choke on the mere thought of you.
” He pulled himself back up, leaving open-mouthed kisses on my stomach, up to my chest, hand wrapping around my left breast, squeezing.
“I’ll make them shiver and tremble in horror at the mere shadow of you.
” Then he captured my lips in his, making me taste him–us, devouring my mouth like he couldn’t quite get enough.
“All you need to do is say who hurt you, baby.” He pulled away, leaving me breathless as his tongue swiped across my neck.
“…and watch me turn their last breath into a fucking prayer.”
Pressing a gentle, deceptively soft kiss on my neck, he lifted himself off me, then collapsed next to me on the bed, breathless.
I laid there like that. He didn’t say anything and I didn’t. But after a while, the dark veil wore off and I was back to my senses, cold reality rushing in.
I was a monster.
“I-I want to go home,” I whispered, sitting up on shaking limbs, slipping out of bed.
Zaghan rolled onto his side, propping himself one elbow, unconcerned. My gaze strayed to his cock that was already swollen, curved and lying on his thigh, the pulsating head pressing against his navel.
“Didn’t like the movie?” He raised a bored brow. “Fine, I’ll pick better next time. What do you say about uh, Rapunzel? My favourite. I like the guy there. What was that his name again?”
My expression hardened. “You’re fucking crazy.”
“About you? Yes. Absolutely, I’m crazy about you, little witch.
” He patted the side of the bed I just left empty.
“Now come back. I’m not done with that sweet pussy of yours, you know that.
” He grabbed his cock, pumping it into his hand, a deceptive grin touching his lips as precum leaked out.
“This isn’t gonna take care of itself, you know. ”
“I want to go home.” My voice shook, but I didn’t know what for. The darkness he just dragged out of me, or the arousal I was fighting right now.
“Get me out of this place,” I begged, desperate. “Take me home.”
His sigh was lazy, but his eyes were sharp and dark. “You know, you’re a really infuriating, little witch,” he exhaled sharply. “Fine, I’ll go hard.”
He began to rise off the bed. But I bolted for the door, clothes in my hands, shaking.
“God, I need to go. I need to go,” I chanted, my chest tight, stomach in knots as tears spilled out of my eyes, running down my cheeks, blurring my vision. “I need to get out of here. I need to go home. God please, take me out of here.”
I was in the living room now, my top thrown on the couch as I proceeded to put on my shorts. But I had barely pushed the short all the way up when I heard it. A click.
I turned sharply with a gasp, my arms wrapped around my body protectively.
Zaghan stood by the end of the hallway that opened into the living room, his hardness straining against the boxer he had slipped on. Then my eyes fell on the thing that made the click sound.
A gun dangled from his fingers.
My breath stumbled out of me.
“I told you not to let another man look at you.” His eyes were dark, furious.
Another man?
Was this still about Donald?
“Now, I have to lose two competent soldiers because of you.” His voice made anxiety weave tight behind my ribs. “Because you decided to flaunt what belongs to me in front of them.”
My pulse pounded as the gun lifted, not at me, but past me.
The shot rang out, echoing twice. A loud scream tore from my throat as I dropped to the floor, my hands covering my ears, shielding my head.
I heard it, the thud of bodies collapsing to the tiled floor. Then silence, followed by the cold, undeniable scent of blood.
I lifted my head, slowly, my eyes scanning until they stopped at a spot. My heart pounded, blood rushing in my ears.
Two men laid motionless in the corner, blood pooling around them. Two men I didn’t remember were here because I was disoriented when I ran into the living room.
My lips parted, throat expanding as a shrill cry tore from my chest, shattering the world around me. Then just like that, darkness rushed in, the world tilting, until I crashed to the floor.