The Devils Daughter

Chapter Seven: You’re Mine

He materialized out of the darkness in his true form. Horns, frost-colored eyes, shadows writhing across his skin. Valdin. The demon who owned me.

"You," I said, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "That was you today. Lord Rene. That was you."

He tilted his head, studying me with those unsettling eyes. "Yes."

"Why?" I demanded. "Why were you there? Why did you give me gold? Why did you-"

"Does it matter?" He moved closer, and I saw hunger in his expression. The same hunger he always wore when he came to claim me.

"Yes, it matters!" My hands clenched into fists. "You made a spectacle of me. Everyone saw. The priest knows something. He called me marked, cursed. What did you do? What game are you playing?"

"No game." He was right in front of me now, towering over me, his presence overwhelming. "You're mine. I protect what's mine."

"I'm not-" But the words died in my throat as his hand wrapped around my neck, not squeezing, just holding. Possessive.

"The priest," I breathed. "He knows something. Is he... was he part of it? Did he-"

"Yes," Valdin interrupted, his gaze gleaming with something dark and satisfied. "Your pious Father Benedict helped arrange your little sacrifice. Such a devoted servant of God, that one. Willing to condemn a girl to damnation if it meant appeasing his flock's fears." His voice dripped with contempt. "But you belong to me now, not to him. And he knows it."

"You," he said softly, dangerously. "Every part of you belongs to me. Your body. Your pleasure. Your survival. All of it. Mine."

"You can't just-"

"I can." His other hand gripped my dress and tore it open, buttons scattering across the floor. "I can do whatever I want with you. That was our bargain, remember? Your body in exchange for your life."

"But why were you there?" I tried to hold onto my anger, but it was slipping away as his hands moved over my exposed skin. "Why did you help me?"

"I told you. You're mine." His mouth descended on my throat, teeth scraping over the fading marks he'd left before. "And I don't share."

"That doesn't explain-"

"Enough questions." He bit down hard on my shoulder, and I cried out. "You're questioning me. Demanding answers. That's not your place, little mortal."

He spun me around and bent me over the table. My cheek pressed against the rough wood, feeling the head of his c**k pressing against my entrance.

"Wait-"

"No." He thrust into me in one brutal stroke firing a cry from my throat. There was no preparation, no gentleness. Just his c**k filling me, stretching me. "You need to remember what you are. What you're for."

He set a punishing pace, his hips slamming against me hard enough to make the table scrape across the floor. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but take it.

"This is what you're for," he snarled, his hand fisting in my hair and pulling my head back. "To be f****d. To be used. To be mine."

"Valdin-" His name came out as a sob.

"That's right. Say my name. Remember who owns you."

His other hand reached around and found my c**t, rubbing it roughly, and that traitorous pleasure built despite everything. Despite the pain, despite the anger, despite the confusion. My body responded to him like it was made for this. Made for him.

"You questioned me," he growled, his pace increasing. "You demanded answers. You forgot your place."

"I'm sorry-" I didn't even know what I was apologizing for, but the words spilled out anyway.

"You will be." He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and gasping, then flipped me over onto my back on the table. The gold coins scattered, falling to the floor with metallic clinks. He grabbed my thighs and spread them wide, then thrust back into me, deeper this way, harder.

I could see his face now, see the fierce possession in those colorless eyes. See the dark markings writhing faster across his skin. He looked inhuman, monstrous. Beautiful in a terrible way.

"Look at me," he commanded. "Look at me while I f**k you."

I couldn't look away. His gaze held mine as he pounded into me, each thrust making me cry out. The table creaked beneath us, the edge digging into my back, but none of it mattered. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside me, owning me.

"Who do you belong to?" he demanded.

"You," I gasped.

"Say it properly."

"I belong to you, Valdin!"

"That's right." His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make breathing difficult. "Mine. My property. My toy. My little mortal whore."

The words should have hurt. Should have made me angry. But instead, they pushed me closer to that edge, that place where pleasure and pain blurred together.

His thumb found my c**t again, rubbing in harsh circles, and I climbed higher. My body was betraying me, responding to his brutal use with shameful eagerness.

"You're going to come on my c**k," he said, his voice rough. "You're going to come while I remind you what you are."

"Please-"

"Please what? Please stop? Please continue?" His smile was cruel. "You don't get to choose, remember? You gave up that right when you made our bargain."

His pace became savage, inhuman, his c**k driving into me so hard I knew I'd be bruised inside and out. His hand on my throat tightened, cutting off more air. The combination of sensations, the fullness, the pressure, the friction on my c**t all pushed me over the edge.

I came with a choked scream, my body convulsing around him, and he groaned with satisfaction. But he didn't stop. He kept f*****g me through my orgasm, prolonging it, making it almost painful in its intensity.

"Again," he commanded. "Give me another one."

"I can't-"

"You can. You will." His fingers worked my c**t mercilessly, and impossibly, it built again. "Your body knows what it's for. It knows who it belongs to."

The second orgasm hit me like a wave, drowning me, and I sobbed his name. Only then did he let himself go, his thrusts becoming erratic before he buried himself deep and came with a roar that shook the walls.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Then he pulled out and looked down at me sprawled on the table, covered in his marks, leaking his seed.

"You asked why I was at the market," he said, his voice still rough. "Why I gave you gold. Why I protected you." He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Because you're mine. And I take care of what's mine. But don't mistake that for kindness, little mortal. Don't mistake it for anything other than possession."

He straightened and began to fade back into shadow. "Tomorrow night, I'll have you again. And the night after that. And every night until our bargain is complete. Remember that the next time you think to question me."

Then he was gone, leaving me alone on the table, aching and confused and thoroughly f****d.

I lay there in the darkness, my body trembling, my mind spinning. Lord Rene. Valdin. The same being in two forms.

He'd protected me today, given me gold. Ensured I could survive. But he'd also just punished me for daring to ask why.

The gold coins lay scattered on the floor around me, glinting in the moonlight. A fortune. A gift. A chain.

I didn't understand him. Didn't understand what he wanted beyond my body. Didn't understand why he cared if Thomas destroyed my eggs or if I starved. All I was was a vessel for his possession.

But I understood one thing with perfect clarity-

I was his. Completely. In ways that went far beyond our bargain.

And God help me, some dark part of me was starting to accept it.

Starting to want it.