Chapitre 282: One final act (part two R18)

"Do you like that little pet?" Azrael snickers, curling his fingers deeper inside me now, as though somehow that might heighten my pleasure despite being in the hands of the creature I loath more than death itself. "Who would have thought that the esteemed bride of Soren is nothing more than a common place whore? I knew you would crack under the pleasure, everyone does my lovely little thing."

Biting the inside of my cheek to force down the bile that swells in my throat, I manage to force out another small, whimpery moan like the 'commonplace whore' that Azrael thinks I am. To say I am not revolted by his mindset, and more to the point, by him in general, would be the biggest lie in the history of lies.

But I have time to buy, and if that means I have to put my dignity on the line and pretend to like what he is doing to me for five more minutes, so be it. I have had worse. Most prominently, being called his wife.