Seventy-Nine

REMI

The moon hangs low in the sky, a ghostly orb casting an ethereal glow over the forest. Shadows stretch like long fingers, and every rustle of leaves sends a jolt through my veins. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be running through this darkened grove, but the instinct to escape grips me tight.

Xaden is behind me.

I can feel him, an undeniable presence lurking in the depths of the trees. The weight of his gaze bears down on me, hot and predatory, igniting a primal fear that races through my blood. I sprint forward, heart pounding, branches clawing at my skin as I weave between the trees.

“Remi!” His voice, low and dangerous, echoes through the night, sending a shiver down my spine. I don’t dare look back.

With every step, the forest seems to come alive, the underbrush crunching beneath my feet like a warning. I can hear him—footfalls like thunder, closing the distance between us. Panic fuels my speed, and I push myself harder, adrenaline coursing through me. I leap over a fallen log, the cool air stinging my lungs, but I can’t stop. I won’t let him catch me.

“Remi, darling, stop,” he calls again, and there’s an urgency in his tone that sends chills racing down my back. It’s a command, a promise of danger lurking behind it.
But I can’t stop. I refuse to let him win.

I glance over my shoulder, my heart nearly stopping at the sight of him. He’s a blur of motion, a dark silhouette weaving through the trees, his eyes glowing like embers in the night. Fear grips me, making my legs feel heavy, but I force myself to push on, deeper into the forest.

Branches whip at my face as I sprint, my breath coming in gasps. I know this terrain, know these woods like the back of my hand, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m running into a trap. The night is alive with his presence, and I can almost feel the shadows shifting, swirling around him as he hunts.

The ground beneath my feet shifts from solid earth to damp moss, and I stumble slightly, regaining my balance just in time to push myself forward. I can’t let him catch me. Not like this.

Suddenly, the underbrush breaks away into a small clearing, moonlight flooding the space. I take a moment to catch my breath, scanning the area, but it’s too quiet. Too still. The thrill of the chase has turned into a terrifying silence, and I know he’s close.

Before I can think, I bolt again, darting toward the trees lining the edge of the clearing. But just as I reach the cover of the trees, I feel a rush of air behind me. Xaden is there, faster than I anticipated, his presence a dark shadow looming over me.

“Remi.” His voice is more primal now, a low growl that sends a wave of terror crashing through me.

I take off, adrenaline pushing me forward, but he’s on me in an instant, his hand closing around my wrist, yanking me backward with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs. I stumble, falling to the ground, the cool earth pressing against my cheek.

Before I can react, he’s pinning me down, his weight heavy, trapping me beneath him. My heart races, panic surging as I look up into his eyes, the red glow illuminating his features in a way that is both mesmerizing and terrifying.

“Xaden, p-please don’t,” I gasp, struggling against him, but he holds me firm.

“Why are you running, sweetheart?” His voice is low, almost feral, and I can see the hunger etched into his expression.

“Because I’m scared,” I admit, my heart pounding in my throat. “You’re not yourself.”

He hesitates, the tension thick between us, and for a moment, I see a flicker of the man I know beneath the chaos. But then his expression shifts, a dark hunger taking over, and he leans closer, his breath hot against my skin.

“Let me taste you,” he murmurs, a mix of desire and desperation. “Be a good little blood whore for daddy.”

Before I can protest, he sinks his fangs into my neck. Pain blossoms, sharp and electric, but it quickly fades into a dizzying haze as he drinks. The sensation overwhelms me, and I feel myself slipping away, the world around me growing dim and distant. Lightheadedness sweeps through me, filling me with a strange mix of fear and longing.

I feel weightless, caught in a storm of emotions, but one thought rises above the rest: I can’t let him make this mistake. I can’t let him lose control.

“Xaden,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “You can’t do this. You’ll kill me.”

He pauses, his fangs still buried in my skin, and I can feel him struggling against his instincts. “I don’t want to lose you,” he growls, his voice ragged.
“Then don’t,” I plead, desperation lacing my words. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”

His fangs release, just for a second, and he says. “Remi—”

“Xaden, fuck me!” I repeat, pushing against the fear that threatens to consume me. “I love you. I don’t want to die like this. Fuck me.”

There’s a moment of hesitation, and then he lifts his head slightly, his red eyes locking onto mine, filled with turmoil. “You don’t know what you’re asking, little girl.”
“Then show me!” I urge, my heart racing as I tilt my head, offering him my lips, my soul. “Please, I need you.”

His eyes go back to my neck, where blood has dripped down my neck. He’s made his choice, and he bares his fangs again.

“Daddy–” I gasp out, right as his fangs peirce another mark into my neck. “D-daddy, fuck me please.”

Xaden’s cock, from above me, springs to life.

“Please let me be a good little blood whore daddy, please let me take your cock.”

The Demon Slayer rises. His lips are covered in my blood, and are turned into a half smile. “What is that now?”

I prop myself onto my elbows, facing him head on.

I am a woman who knows what I want. It has always been the terror and mystery of Xaden.

“Do you like it when I call you daddy?”

Xaden laughs, then readjusts his cock in his black leather pants. “Do you like when you call me that?” His fangs flash again, threatening to take a bite into my calf. “Or are you just scared for your life, little doe?”

I shake my head. “I’m not scared for my life, or my soul.”

Xaden’s brows arch. “You don’t value your life or soul?”

“Not as much as I value yours.”

Silence, for the first time all evening, settles like a silk shroud. Xaden, in all his terror, and arrogance, is suddenly quiet.

“I am not two beings” he suddenly says, staring at his hands. “I am one and the same as the Demon Slayer, I do not get possessed, do not change into a monster, an evil being, I am the Demon Slayer, and he is me.”

I nod. This I understand. This I can take.

Xaden is what I’ve always truly craved.

“I also have another side to me Xaden,” I confess. I drag my hands over his bare chest, barely ghosting over the bottom of his long, silver-white hair. “I’m depraved, filthy, sick.”

Xaden, for the first time since I’ve met him, truly, genuinely smiles.

“And I supposed you’ll tell me now that those sides of you are one and the same? That you are this twisted version of yourself?”

I shake my head, intriguing him further. I run my hand over the v-line of his abs now, then tuck my hands into the waistband of his pants.

“No.”

I untie the the leather cords, let my hand linger in his pants, at the length of him.

“You unlock something in me, Xade. You make me sick and twisted.”

Xaden groans. His eyes roll to the back of his head.

Xaden loves me.

Xaden. Loves. Me.

I’ve won. I win.

“Remi darling,” he growls, perfectly constrained.

“Yes, daddy?”

“Get on all fours." 
The Midnight King
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