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Dead bodies never bothered me. I actually found bones quite beautiful.
As the Lord of Bones, I was the master of the dead, the keeper of graves. I owned every part of the deceased until they passed from my realm into the next, if I allowed them to pass at all.
I was that person—the creepy, weird girl. I liked horror movies, scary stories, and the macabre.
The horny little goth girl inside wanted to stay in the realm of the dead and play the pet of the evil bone monster.
“You can try to escape, but you will fail. Then, you’ll be mine forever. Is that such a terrible fate?
Because if this was a taste of what Hell was going to be like, maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t want to leave.
With my little thief, I wanted everything. Her pain. Her pleasure. Her fear and loathing. I wanted to wring every drop of blood, cum, and tears from her. I wanted to taste every inch of her, and when I inevitably broke her, I wanted to piece her back together so I could do it all over again.
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time. I’d been warned, so many times. I couldn't help it. This was my weakness. She was my weakness.
“You have the most beautiful cunt, little mortal. So pink and perfect. So much better than dead pussy.
This man was absolutely infuriating. And annoyingly sexy.
“You’re radiant sin, Rayven. You’ll be my complete undoing.”
“I shouldn’t want you this badly,” he admitted,
Blood and Darkness.
They were scars she’d wear forever—my own brand on her skin.
“Warm pussy. Beating heart. Perfect, gorgeous skin. Your eyes are filled with fire, your mind churning with beautiful, dark thoughts. You are kind, but you aren’t weak. You’re stubborn to a fault. If you were mine, I’d spend eternity breathing you in, tasting you, branding every part of you onto my very bones.”
“Beg me to stretch out that gorgeous cunt of yours. I want to hear those pretty lips purse around your pathetic whimpers, telling me how much of a little slut you are for demon cock.”
“I want to own every part of you, Rayven. That includes your tears, your scars, and your sadness, too.”
His lips kissed the patch of skin behind my ear. “Do you like the pain?”
