Series: The Sacrifice Series by Natasha Knight
Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
His voice is a warning… one I don’t heed.
“Or what?” I challenge. “You’ll do it for me?”
His nostrils flare, darkness pooling in his eyes as he grabs a fistful of my hair and wrenches my head back. I gasp at the sound of fabric tearing, and it’s only when I feel the cool air against my skin that I realize he’s torn the strap of my dress.
He robs me of the rest of it a moment later when he yanks it off, and I barely have time to process it before he’s spun me around, his large body caging me in against the bookcase.
“You know what I think, Little Witch?” He drags his nose along the curve of my neck, inhaling me as his words thrum against my skin. “I think you like me angry. I think you want to feel the full brunt of my cock as I split you in half.”
A choked sound of protest falls from my lips as he bites my neck, teeth sinking into the delicate flesh.
“If you wanted to be punished so badly, all you had to do was ask.”
His breath blows across my spine before I feel the crack of his palm reverberating off my ass cheek. Instinctively, my body bows forward at the impact, but there’s nowhere to go. I’m trapped between the hardness of his body and the bookcase.
“Azrael.” I squeak out his name as he kicks my legs apart, tearing the thong from my body and leaving me completely naked before him.
“Try again,” he growls. “Perhaps now you will recognize me for what I am: your Lord and your God.”
The hostility in that remark makes it evident he didn’t forget my snub at the marking ceremony. I refused to utter those words then, and now he’s determined to prove just how true they are.
A shiver rolls over me as he palms my breast with one rough hand while his other snakes between my thighs, cupping me there.
“Still sore for me?” he mocks.
I bite back a response as warring pleasure and annoyance surge inside of me. I shouldn’t like this, but God help me, I do. Maybe it’s easier to give in when I feel his hatred. Maybe it’s easier to hold onto my own that way.
“Do your worst,” I tell him.
A low rumble of irritation resounds from his chest as he pinches my nipple and makes me suck in a sharp breath. “You’ll regret those words.”
The sound of his zipper coming undone elicits goosebumps on my skin, but when I feel the heat of his rigid cock pressing against my spine, my knees nearly buckle. It was easy to be brave when I had a temporary lapse in memory. Now I can feel the pulsing, throbbing beast, though, and I know I wasn’t overexaggerating the size of him last night.
I consider waving the white flag then and there, but my pride won’t let me. I don’t know if I’m ready for his roughness, not really. But he’s about to give it to me regardless, which I realize when he fists my hair and presses my face into the solid frame of the bookcase. With his other hand, he yanks my hips back, putting me on display for him. A toy to use. A doll to toss around.
“You haven’t figured it out yet, Willow,” he murmurs, his cock sliding against my butt as he releases my hair, only to grab my throat again. “But you will come to understand that every breath you take is granted by me.”
I gasp as he impales me without warning, thrusting so deeply I swear my life flashes before my eyes. Before I can draw another breath, his fingers tighten around my neck like a vice, squeezing.
“When I’m finished with you, you will feel me everywhere,” he grits out.
Blackness creeps along the edges of my vision as he starts to fuck me, thrusting deeply as he holds me in an unyielding grip, controlling the very thing that gives me life.
My head spins, my heart races as instinct takes over, and I begin to fight. I buck against him, nails clawing at his forearm. It doesn’t faze him. His only reaction is to fuck me harder, fingers pressing into my skin, the length of his cock obliterating me as his body slaps against mine.
My vision dims, and I part my lips, desperate for air, still clinging to life as tension coils in my body, stringing me taut like a bow. Just when I’m about to accept my fate, that this might be the end, he releases me, and I choke on the air that enters my lungs. A rush of adrenaline surges in my veins, and before I even realize it’s happening, a violent orgasm tears through my body and nearly brings me to my knees. If it weren’t for Azrael’s strength holding me up, I would be on the floor.