My body still burned from his brand. The symbols carved into my wrists and thighs glowed faintly, pulsing in time with my heartbeat. I could feel them inside me, seared into my soul, thrumming with Damien’s power.
I thought maybe—just maybe—he’d finally be satisfied. But Damien never stopped when I thought he would.
He stood from the throne, pulling me with him by my branded wrist. My legs were weak, my body trembling, but the chains dragged me upright. I stumbled after him, naked, raw, c*m dripping down my thighs.
The cavern erupted in growls and laughter as the demons watched. Their eyes burned with hunger, claws scraping stone, fangs bared.
Damien shoved me forward until I fell to my knees on the black stone floor. His hand gripped my hair tight, yanking my head back so everyone cou
