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Chapter Fifty-Nine - Beg For Me
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The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Sixty-Three - To Flay Oneself
(Apollo & Adelaide) Adelaide didn’t know how much time had passed. It could have been minutes. Hours. A lifetime. Hell had no sky to track, no sun to crawl across a horizon; only the relentless, circular rise and fall of him, the metronome of her own breaking. The cross, the room, the world—everything collapsed down to the feel of him, the sound of him, the terrible rhythm of his body mercilessly using her as if she were the only thing holding him together. Every time she thought there was nothing left inside her to give, that she had emptied herself completely in the last shattering wave, he dragged more out. He found every edge she didn’t know she had. Every new angle that made white static burst across her vision. Every pace that turned the hot ache between her thighs into a sharpened knife of sensation. He was everywhere. Mouth at her throat. Teeth at her shoulder. One hand braced above her, claws buried in wood, the other gripping her hip so hard she knew it would bruise
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Sixty-Two - Bound by the Cross
(Apollo & Adelaide) Adelaide’s world narrowed to the sound of his voice and the wooden X at her back. The chamber around them might as well have fallen into the void; the rest of Hell faded to a dull, distant rumble beneath the sharp, immediate reality of wood, smoke, and him. Everything else was heat. The cross groaned, protesting every shudder that racked her body. Her wrists burned where the smoke-bonds held them, arms stretched above her head so long she could barely feel her fingers. Her legs trembled around his hips, the ropes at her ankles biting with every involuntary squeeze. Every creak of timber sounded like a verdict, every tightening of smoke like another line of script being burned into the story of her body. She wanted to breathe. To think. To put words to anything that was happening inside her. There was no space for any of it. Thoughts came in splinters: Lyra’s name, her mother’s hands, the forest, the Offering circle. Each image flared for half a heartbeat befo
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Sixty-One - The Devil's Reward
(Apollo & Adelaide) "I reward obedience.” Apollo said darkly.His hands slid under her thighs, lifting her in a smooth, powerful motion that left her breathless. Her legs tightened around his waist in instinctive balance, dragging her soft core against the hard heat of him. “Apollo—please—don’t—” “That’s the wrong kind of begging,” he murmured. With her wrapped around him—legs trembling, arms tugging helplessly against the unbroken binds—Apollo pressed her back against the cross, and kept her exactly where she’d been pinned for hours. Her breath shattered in her lungs. “Apollo—” she whispered, voice small, raw. “I’m scared.” He paused only long enough to kiss the corner of her trembling mouth—a fleeting, devastating brush of warmth. “Good,” he murmured. The chamber dimmed around them, the torches guttering as if starved for air, shadows racing up the walls like creatures fleeing from what was about to happen. He tightened his grip on her thighs, lifting her higher along the w
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Sixty - The Air You Breathe
(Apollo & Adelaide) Apollo stepped closer until his body brushed hers again, heat searing into every inch of exposed skin. A shimmer of hellfire rippled through the air where their bodies met. Her breath came faster, shallow and sharp. The heat rolling off him thickened the air, warping it like glass over flame. Shadows curled up the walls in long, trembling stripes, as if Hell itself leaned closer to witness what its king would carve from her tonight. His clawed hand lifted, hovering just under her jaw. “I told you,” he said, voice low and velvet-smooth, “you could hang here until you talk.” Her fingers spasmed against the bonds. Her shoulders throbbed. Her throat felt like it was filled with sand. Faint embers drifted from the ropes, glowing like dying fireflies before dissolving into the air. “Talk about what?” she asked again, though she knew the answer. “About who walked into my palace,” he said, “and thought they could give you something I did not.” His thumb finally touc
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Fifty-Nine - Beg For Me
(Apollo & Adelaide) By the time he pulled the cup away, her head spun less. The world sharpened. A faint pulse tugged at her chest—the bond—like a thread drawn taut between them. His pupils flickered, and she knew he felt it too. Felt her. A muscle jumped in his jaw. He looked away for a single heartbeat—just long enough for her to realise it cost him something to do it. The awareness of her body answered his. Heat pooled low in her stomach, traitorous and electric. Her breath came too fast. She hated him. She hated that her body leaned into every command, every touch, every cruel kindness he fed her like poison. Her skin prickled under the weight of his attention, painfully conscious of every inch left exposed to the heated air, which was all of it. The chamber’s warmth licked over her like a slow, invisible tongue, finding every vulnerable place his gaze lingered. She forced herself to look down, as if she needed the brutal reminder: wrists spread wide above her, ankles bound to
The Devil's Broken Doll Chapter Fifty-Eight - Holy Water
(Apollo & Adelaide) Something touched her. Soft at first. A drag of heat across the back of her calf. A whisper of warmth against skin gone cold and numb. It slithered up from the stone like a thin tongue of fire, testing, tasting, coaxing life back into deadened nerves. Her body tried to flinch and found nothing to move. Pins and needles exploded in her arms as awareness trickled back in jagged pieces. Her wrists throbbed in time with her heartbeat, shoulders burning from hours of hanging. Her head felt too heavy, chin sunk to her chest, hair a tangled curtain sticking to the sweat on her neck. Her spine ached in a dozen places at once, each vertebra a separate complaint, each muscle knot a bright, insistent pulse of hurt. For a wild, dizzy second, she thought she was back in the forest—tied to a tree, wind ripping at her skirts, something monstrous stalking closer through the dark. She almost heard the rush of leaves and the crack of branches under claw, the way the night itsel
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