I thought maybe he’d let me rest. Maybe after the way he wrecked me, he’d be satisfied.
But I was wrong.
He grabbed me by the throat, still trembling on the bed, and whispered against my ear:
“You’ve tasted my c**k, pet. Now you’ll taste Hell.”
Before I could protest, the world shifted. The air grew heavy, thick with heat and smoke. My stomach lurched as if I were falling—falling, falling—until the bed, the room, everything dissolved.
And then I was chained again, but this time not to sheets.
Stone. Cold, jagged, dripping with firelight. I was spread wide against a wall of black rock, glowing veins of lava pulsing beneath me. The air stung my lungs, and the screams… oh God, the screams echoed all around.
Hell.
And he stood before me—naked now, every inch of him carved muscle and si
