Page 43 of Corrupt Shadows

With one final push, I send a pulse of power deep into the very essence of him, tearing him apart from the inside. Blood splashes against me, soaking my face and clothing in crimson. His head rolls to a stop at Evie’s feet, and I’m left holding the bones of his neck.

Her magic has not released its hold on mine as it continues to become one with my own. I can barely register which shadows belong to whom anymore. I drop what remnants of his bones remain, and they rattle melodically when they meet his ribcage on the carpet.

I heave in a deep breath, filling my lungs. I stalk closer to Evie, taking in her visage.

She pants with the combination of fear and arousal coursing through her system. I place my hands on the wall next to her head, lean in, and claim her lips. I kiss her hard, scraping my beard against her skin and dominating her mouth. She kisses me back, our teeth clacking together as our tongues battle. She bites my tongue, drawing blood, and I hiss into her mouth.

I pull away, smirking as her swollen lips turn into a frown. She leans as far away from the wall as her bindings allow, her shoulders pulling behind her slightly. I release my shadows, and she falls to her feet, pitching forward and shaking. Her body is in shock, but I’m only getting started.

My heartbeat speeds up as the other needs of my body make themselves known. The rich iron smell coating her hair and body enhances her vanilla scent, as if the true nature of her darkness revels in it. Her irresistible body is begging to be taken. She whimpers against me, trembling with anticipation.

I support her waist with my shadows and cup her face between my large, tattooed hands. I’ll give her body something else to think about other than her grief. I crash my lips to hers again, and it only takes a second before she responds. The edge of my mask cuts into my skin as it presses between us. Desire blooms within her. Her magic soothes and mutes her feelings of loss and guilt for the boy and turns it into something more carnal.

I run my tongue along hers, then suck on it, eliciting a deep moan from her that goes straight to my balls. My hands slide through the blood coating her skin as I pull down her bralette and bare her breasts to me. Her nipples pebble when the cool air greets them. I lift her higher, holding her in place with my hips, my hard length pressed between us. I take one of the stiff buds into my mouth and roll it on my tongue. She squirms beneath me, rubbing along my length and creating delicious friction. My need spikes violently. I must have some part of her. Now. I bite her nipple viciously and she cries out, then moans from the pain-filled pleasure.

I step back and she slides to the floor in a heap. I walk several paces backward, my eyes boring into her. Killing that bastard wasn’t enough to satiate me.

“Come,” I order within her mind.

Evie starts to stand, but I shove her back to the ground with a shadow on her shoulders.

“No. Crawl to me, little witch.”

She glowers at me, her chest heaving as she decides whether or not to fight me.

I weave into her mind and pull on the threads holding her release at bay, giving her the smallest taste of her reward should she obey. Her resolve crumples instantly as the temptation of finally orgasming floods her core. She’s on her hands and knees, her ass swaying in the air as she crawls to where I stand.

“That’s a good fucking girl.”

She lights up with my praise, and I run a palm along her jaw and push the hair away from her face. I release my cock from my jeans and pull them halfway down my ass.

She lowers her gaze and her shoulders slump. No, none of that shit. I shove my fingers into her hair and use it to yank her head back to look at me.

“Do not read into this, witch. There is nothing more between us than slaking our mutual needs. Your tempting body drives me insane, and I loathe you for it.”

Her whole body flushes with anger.

“Now, you’re going to be a good girl and use that pretty mouth on me, where it belongs. If you want to be used, fine. I have no problem using and then discarding you just like the whore you are.”

She opens her mouth as fury brings a red flush rushing to her cheeks. Her eyebrows draw in as she contemplates her response, but I don’t give her a moment to collect herself before I shove my cock into her mouth. The feeling of her lips wrapped around me is euphoric. She whimpers and drags her nails down my jean-clad thighs. I look down at her, smile wolfishly, and grip her hair tighter.

“You’re mine now, Evie. Mine to use and abuse as I see fit. Now shut the fuck up and take that dick like a good witch.”

My shadows wrap around her head to support it. I rest my tattooed hands on the back of her head. My hips snap with vicious thrusts as I fuck her face. She rubs her thighs together, trying to gain some friction between her legs. When it doesn’t work, her hand moves toward her center, but I stop her with a shadow, my hips pumping slower.

“Look at you. My savage beauty covered in the blood of your dead lover, your lips stretched around my cock. You have never looked so fucking beautiful.” I kick her knees apart with my foot and waste no time before my shadows move to shatter her senses. One plays with her clit, while another sweeps it up and down. “You will not touch yourself.” My shadow pinches her bundle of nerves. “This is mine.”

She moans and arches her back, unintentionally taking me deeper into her throat. Fuck, it feels good. I would see her covered in blood and kneeling before me every single day.

I pump into her mouth again, hitting the back of her throat and making her gag. I don’t give a fuck that she can’t breathe. I need this. She scrapes her teeth against my shaft, and I moan. The pain she inflicted is welcome and only spurs on my desire.

My hips get into a rhythm, her gags and moans a beautiful soundtrack. I add to it by diving a shadow into her sopping-wet cunt. I watch my throbbing dick slip in and out of her mouth over and over before fixing my gaze on her swollen, greedy pussy. The bond between us grows as she feels me pleasuring her needy slit.

I fist her hair in both of my hands, yanking the strands and shoving her face onto me, breaching the tight ring of her throat. She pushes against my legs. Her body doesn’t know what to do with all the pleasurable things happening to her. I use it, careless of her needs.

Her magic wraps around my hips, driving my need higher. I thrust a shadow into her wet heat in tandem with my hips. She moans around my dick, sending the vibrations all the way through the shaft to my balls. The base of my spine tingles, spurring me to chase my release.

When I’m about to come, I pull my cock out of her mouth and her dulled teeth dig along my flesh, attempting to keep me there. I squeeze her jaw with a hand, increasing the pressure until I free myself. I fist my engorged cock, stroking myself hard a few more times, my release imminent. She gasps and glares at me, her anger taking me to new heights. “Fuuuuck,” I growl, shooting hot ropes of come all over her face, claiming her with my spend.