Marcus closed the door behind them, his movements calm, and controlled, like a predator biding its time. It was a deal, whispered to her in alluring promises: an incubus, dark and powerful, offering her vengeance in exchange for surrendering to the raw, carnal magic only he could unlock within her. Marcus stepped back, his grin still in place, watching her with a satisfied gleam in his eyes. She loved it—the control, the power he held over her. The blood, the guts—it all coiled around her hand as she molded the gruesome mess into something else entirely. It’s too bad, she thought, a pang of regret flickering inside her as she admired him for the last time. I think I am going to enjoy breaking you.”
Marcus pressed her harder against the wall, his thick cock already pressing against her through his pants. But the demon Irdu had been clear: Marcus was the key, the one she had to confront to unlock the truth about her coven’s betrayal. She felt him—his presence, his consciousness. He needed her to find Marcus. “Irdu”, she whispered, remembering the words from her vision. “Marcus!” Elara screamed, her voice breaking, the pleasure too intense to contain.
