Rising Dark (The Darkling Trilogy, Book 2) by A D Koboah Read Free Book Online

such a
sight for the first time. I watched my hands take hold of her
chemise and tear it away from her, exposing her full, firm
bosom.
    She released whatever control she had
over me, and like someone whose head had been held underwater, I
broke through to the surface, able to breathe again. I staggered
backward as they laughed.
    In the feverish light of the
underground room, they undressed. I felt an ice cold lump in the
pit of my stomach as I began to question why they had kept me alive
and what it was they planned to do.
    “ What are you?” I eventually
said.
    Auria was completely naked now. She
had an unearthly beauty and her body was one that would have filled
any warm-blooded male with longing. But I felt nothing but disgust
when I looked at her.
    “ I am a god,” she said,
moving within inches of me. “So forget your Jesus, your old life,
and that little runt you had for a wife. I am your life now.”
    In that moment, I realised Julia was
the lucky one.
    They undressed me. Auria took great
pleasure in ripping my white necktie from my neck, and with it I
felt the last link I had to the comfort and safety of my old life
torn in two. Naked before them, the golden altar like a malevolent
fifth presence in the underground room, I could not help shivering
although the room was hot and close, the air thick and
stale.
    “ Tell me he isn’t
beautiful. Have you seen a man this beautiful?” Auria
said.
    “ He is one of a kind,”
Emory said grudgingly. “You chose well.” The strangest smile
touched his lips, one that spoke of tenderness, although it was
seeped in bitterness. “You always choose well.”
    The bitterness deepened into angst
because it was as though she hadn’t heard him. Her avaricious gaze
was on me, and again my mind began to bend as she penetrated it
with her supernatural power. My body was a slave to her whims once
more and I moved to her and trailed my hands over her naked
flesh.
    Hot bile rose to my throat as she
began to caress me and my body yielded to her touch, my manhood
hardening with desire even though I felt nothing but fear and
loathing for the monster before me. I tried to speak but could not
will my lips to move, and although I strained against my renegade
body, it would not yield to me. My breath caught painfully when I
felt Emory close at my side, his lean, cold body against mine, his
erect manhood pressing against my hip. I was able to breathe again
when he moved back, until another cold image crawled into my mind:
An image of my hand on his male member.
    I thought my mind would break when my
hand began to move toward it. More images wormed their way into my
mind and the full horror of what it was they intended to do with my
body bore down on me like a runaway horse.
    Thankfully, before I could touch him,
Auria took hold of my hand.
    “ No,” she said to Emory
with a slight chuckle. “I can see he will never forgive me if I let
you. An eternity is a long time to live with a grudge.”
    “ Then I’ll have to wait.”
He placed the softest of kisses on my cheek, lingering, letting his
rough stubble graze my cheek. He moved to Onyx.
    His touch was anything but gentle when
he took hold of her and pulled her against him. He yanked her hair
back and ravaged her mouth with his. When he pulled away, there was
blood on her lips and his, and, even more startling, excitement in
her eyes. Onyx smiled as he threw her against a wall. She lunged at
him and they both fell to the ground, their long, pale limbs
entwined, making them look like a large, bleached arachnid as they
grappled with each other amidst the broken bones all around. My
mind screaming in protest, my mutinous body moved to
Auria.
    Under whatever hold she placed on me,
I ravaged Auria. I hit, bit and slapped her, taking her with a
brutality that shocked me, often closing my eyes against her ruby
lips spread in pleasure, her stygian eyes an abyss which was
swallowing me whole.
    At one moment during that agonising
night she had