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Candlelight flickered across her swaying breasts. Elias’s hands found her hips of their own accord, gripping hard enough to bruise. He began to thrust upward, meeting her while driving deeper. “Yes,” she hissed. “Harder. Damn us both properly.” The rhythm turned brutal. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the empty nave. Delphine leaned forward, breasts dragging across his chest, and bit his shoulder until she tasted blood. “I’m going to come on a priest’s cock,” she panted against his ear. “And you’re going to fill me with your unholy seed.”

After that, there was chaos. There were some driven crazy by the constant torture and they started a killing spree, killing anything that looked remotely human, but there was one unlike the rest of them. He didn't have a single scar; he was completely fine, even handsome. You would think he was a normal person if not for his eyes. They looked lifeless and at the same time murderous. He moved quickly through the mess of horrifying screams and blood. He was like a ghost that was floating.

I found myself fixated on it, a perverted thought igniting: I wanted to pour wine into that hollow and lick it clean. As she swerved, the light caught the diamonds, momentarily blinding me. A brief, searing vision flashed in my mind: her naked, the dress pooled at her feet, that necklace still around her neck. Her legs spread wide, inviting me to plunge my fingers into her. Two or three, if she were a good girl. Would she ride my fingers recklessly? Fuck! I needed to know. My cock twitched, dragging me back from my depraved fantasy. I willed myself to think of anything gross, anything to calm the fuck down. This was not the time or place to get a hard-on.

Elias blocked two strikes at once, sparks flying. Alexander fought like a wildfire — fast, brutal, unstable. Every punch left streaks of gold on the Helion armor. Rhea shot precisely, taking out joints and sensors. The prototype tore into one, ripping off its arm. The room became a storm of metal and fury. Lena — Unmoving in the Chaos Lena stood perfectly still. Perfectly calm. Watching. Not frozen with fear — but emotionally blank. She observed each Helion with the detached curiosity of someone watching a documentary.

It felt like something had torn open within me, like an invisible wound had split open, and something—something vile and cold—was pushing its way to the surface. The air thickened. The light from the candles flickered violently, casting twisted, writhing shadows on the walls. Delphine’s chant grew more frantic, but the power of it was diminishing. I could feel Cassian laughing. It was like a physical force, pressing against my mind, clawing at my thoughts. Lena… you know you want to give in. You can feel it, can’t you? Let go. Let me take over. Let me fill you.

Beneath was a sleek black combat suit, snug and ready for action. Off went the heels, and from beneath the car, I drew an iron rod, prepped and waiting. The air cracked with gunfire. I dodged swiftly, a bullet grazing my ear. The first attacker lunged. I swung the rod and cracked his wrist, the snap of bone loud in the air. The second fired. I dove and charged, driving the rod deep into his gut. The third came at me from the side, but I caught his arm and flipped him over my shoulder.

As Faith screamed out in pleasure, another violent orgasm surging through her body, her ass tightened around his bloated shaft, kicking the handsome devil between her legs over the edge. "Fuck fuck fuck! YES! FUCK! UUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! FFFUUUUUCCCKKKKK!" Jordan groaned out as he slammed his cock up to the nuts inside her, just in time for his own explosion. Again, his cock exploded, balls twisting in pleasure as more rockets of thick, broiling hot cum fired from his swollen nuts deep into her waiting ass. His cock fired off into her ass, again and again, a sensation that drove the slut crazy.

The sight I stumbled into jolted me like an electric shock. Aries and Adrien were lounging on their lavish leather couches, an air of relaxed dominance surrounding them. But it was the chaos unfolding before me that stole my breath. Delight stood there, gun in hand, her expression a twisted blend of fury and satisfaction. She had just shot a man in the head. The sickening sound of the bullet meeting flesh echoed in my ears, and the body crumpled to the floor like a discarded rag. “I told you to never cross me!” Delight yelled, a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Look at you now, dead on the floor, because you forgot the rules, asshole!”

Trigger warning This book is not recommended for people under 18. It contains shocking and sensitive material, including: Physical violence, psychological violence, sexual violence, swearing, explicit content, family drama, gore, sadism, masochism, torture, widespread crime, dangerous driving, gambling, drug use, drinking and children in vulnerable positions. Red Cherry and her team at Beasts Sellers Corporations do not support the practice of these acts. This work is merely a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.

“I want to feel desired. But more than that… I want to feel seen. I want the relief of not having to decide. Of being guided. Pushed. Held in that space where pleasure and surrender meet.” Damien’s hand returned to her thigh, higher this time. Two fingers traced her slit, spreading her wetness without penetrating her. “I can give you that. But only if you understand that once we begin, I will take my time. I will watch every reaction. I will make you wait until you’re trembling before I give you what you need.”