WIDOW

Chapter 6

Priya stood alone in the destroyed bridal chamber, clutching the black rose. Its thorns pricked her palm, drawing blood that mixed with Damian’s earlier release still coating her thighs.

The mark on her wrist throbbed like a second heartbeat.

“Damian… Lilith…” she whispered, voice breaking.

No answer. Only the distant shouts of villagers searching the night. They thought she had been taken by demons. Maybe they were right.

She quickly wrapped herself in a torn piece of her red dupatta and slipped out the back window. Barefoot, she ran into the dark fields behind the village. Every step sent jolts through her sore, well-f****d body.

A strange mix of fear and longing twisted in her chest. She should be running away from them. Instead, part of her wanted them to find her.

A low growl sounded behind her.

She turned.

Damian stepped out from the shadows of a banyan tree, eyes glowing faintly. Blood still stained his side, but he moved like a predator. Lilith appeared beside him, her veil gone, revealing sharp, beautiful features.

“You ran,” Damian said, voice rough with something like hurt.

Priya backed against a tree. “You left me!”

Lilith moved closer, slow and sensual. “We were pulled back to the veil. Azrael’s power is older than ours.” She reached out and gently touched Priya’s cheek. “But we felt you calling for us.”

Priya’s breath hitched. “I hate what you’ve done to me… but I—”

Damian closed the distance in one stride. He pinned her to the tree, hand wrapping around her throat. “Say it.”

“I need you,” she admitted, tears falling. “Both of you. God help me.”

The confession unlocked something. Damian kissed her fiercely — not just dominance, but real hunger mixed with unexpected tenderness. Lilith pressed against her side, hands roaming.

“Right here,” Damian growled. “In the open where anyone can see.”

He spun her around, bending her over against the rough bark. In one thrust, he buried his thick c**k inside her dripping p***y. Priya cried out into the night.

“f**k, still so tight for me,” he groaned, pounding her hard and fast. “This p***y knows its owner.”

Lilith knelt in front of her, lifting Priya’s face. “Lick me, pet. Taste your new mistress while he f***s you senseless.”

Priya obeyed, burying her tongue in Lilith’s wet folds. The woman moaned beautifully, fingers in Priya’s hair.

The three of them moved together under the moonlight — raw, filthy, and strangely romantic. Damian’s powerful thrusts pushed Priya deeper into Lilith. Dirty words mixed with soft praises.

“My strong widow,” Damian grunted, slapping her ass. “Taking everything we give.”

Lilith came first, flooding Priya’s mouth with sweet nectar. Priya followed seconds later, clenching hard around Damian. He roared and filled her again, marking her inside and out.

They collapsed together in the grass, Priya nestled between their strong bodies. For a few precious moments, it felt like safety. Like home.

Damian stroked her hair. “We can’t stay in this village. Azrael wants you for the Court. They collect broken souls like yours.”

Lilith kissed her wrist, over the mark. “But with us, you become more than a widow. You become queen of shadows.”

Priya looked up at them, heart full and terrified. “I’m scared… but I don’t want to go back to being empty.”

Damian’s eyes softened. He leaned down and kissed her slowly, deeply — a real lover’s kiss. “Then come with us. Let us heal what they broke.”

The romance settled warm in her chest.

But peace never lasted.

The ground trembled. Black thorns erupted from the earth, wrapping around Lilith’s legs. Azrael’s voice boomed from everywhere.

“She is not yours to keep!”

Damian jumped up, fighting the thorns with dark energy. Lilith screamed as they pulled her down.

Priya reached for them, but a thorn pierced her mark. Pain and visions flooded her mind — thousands of other widows, trapped, used, broken by the Court.

“Choose me, Priya,” Azrael whispered seductively in her head. “I can give you revenge on the village that shamed you. Power without chains.”

Damian roared, breaking free and grabbing her hand. “Don’t listen! He lies!”

The thorns pulled harder. Lilith was almost swallowed by the ground.

Priya had seconds to decide.

She screamed and poured her will into the mark. A burst of combined energy exploded outward — hers, Damian’s, and Lilith’s.

The thorns shattered. Azrael’s presence recoiled with an angry howl.

For now.

Panting, the three clung to each other.

But in the distance, village torches were moving toward the fields. And Priya felt something new awaken inside her — a dark power stirring.