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“She’d look hot covered in cum.” “I fuckin’ knew it. You want her too.”
I love her. She knows who the Beach Boys are. I’m torn between bending her over and fucking her until she calls me Daddy or killing the piece of shit who’s still touching my girl.
“You can’t stay away from something that belongs to you. Little Snow doesn’t know it yet, but she’s claimed.”
“Tell me. Tell me you’re my little bitch and want me to fuck this tight little ass until it’s full of my cum.”
Lorne’s smile is twisted. This is when he lets the mask drop and shows us the darkness he holds deep within. “What’s better, Declan, praying to God or fucking like the devil?”
“Fuck. Cumming is way better when you think you’re about to die.”
“She’s beautiful, Lorne. She looks like an angel, and all I wanna do is violate her.”
“Why do people scream for Jesus or God when they’re about to come?” I fuck him hard, railing his ass with no mercy. “Church doesn’t lead you to heaven. It’s my dick in your ass and your tongue on her pussy that does.”
“Foxes have dens, and birds have nests, but the Son of God has no place to lay his head. But your mouth is a good place for his cock.”
“Don’t fucking tell me that shit again. Because next time, I will kill you.” Lorne’s laugh is a wheeze. “You think that’s a threat? I like to hang myself and jerk off.”
“We know you’re not an object,” he groans. “You're Madonna and the whore. The sun and the moon. Paradise and Hell. Salvation and damnation. You’re the meaning of life.”
“You shall not eat it, nor shall you touch it, lest you die.” “What did you say?” Declan asks. “I’m contemplating the dangers of giving in to men like you.”
“Okay.” “Okay?” “Yes. Untie my arms and legs and get the other two nutjobs back in here. If I’m going to do this, we need ground rules.”
“You’re far from a fling, Sunshine.” “Not according to Declan.” Cas laughs. “Because he won’t kiss you? I’ve been fucking him for years, and he still hasn’t kissed me, but I tell you what.” He points to Declan. “He’d take a bullet for me and not think twice. We’ve all got baggage, and that shit left a mark. His story isn’t mine to tell, but if you stay, if you stick with us, you’ll be the queen, and we’ll be your army.”
She screams as all three of us apply pressure. She bucks beneath us to be free, but that isn’t going to happen. And then the first sprays of her cum splash us in the face. I grip Declan’s hair and bring him down to her cunt, watching as her pussy drenches his face. “This is divine. It’s the only holy water you should concern yourself with.”
“I didn’t drill holes in her eyes so she could live rent-free in your head.”
With the rosary in his hand, he wraps it around my shaft and slides it up from the tip of my cock to the base. There’s a perverse pleasure from having him use something he finds so divine in an act he views as sinful.
Cas grips my chin and lifts my head. He’s gentle as he examines my neck. It’s hard to believe a man who stabbed someone as he came has the same fingers brushing like feathers along my skin.
I like to torture people. I get hard at the sight of blood. But I fucking hate doing this. Neither Lorne nor Declan gets the toll this shit takes on me. I had to fucking leave him here and take a shower because my head was so messed up, and I was afraid I’d do the kind of damage I couldn’t take back.
“One set of lips is lying while the others are begging to be forced into submission by my cock. Which should I listen to, Sunshine?”
With them, I’m an avalanche who doesn’t need to hold back, but with her, my desire moves like warm summer rain, comforting and protective.
“Your body can leave me, but I’ll haunt you until your dying day. And on that day, I’ll plunge a dagger into my heart because a world without you would be utterly bleak. For my only glimmer of light in the darkness would cease to exist.”
Obsession isn’t always instant. It’s not like a wall of bricks falling over your head. Sometimes it’s subtle and invisible, like the wind. You can’t see it, but you can feel it.
He has the lube on his nightstand next to the Holy Bible. The irony isn’t lost on me.
“Know what my favorite part of a twinkie is, Sunshine?” Noelle shakes her head. “No.” “The fuckin’ filling. Be a good little fuck toy for us, and I’ll reward you with the cleanup.”
“Be a good slut for Daddy and relax your throat. You’re gonna be a good girl and take it all for me.”
I’m doing something depraved, but Cas looks at me as if I’ve shown him the meaning of life.
Life is a mean bitch with a sick sense of humor.
“Be a good girl for your new brother and open wide.”
“The French do a lot of things right, pastries, sauces, not giving a fuck what anyone thinks of them. But the best thing they ever did was name a fucking orgasm. Le petite mort. Because every time I fuck you, it’s like a little death no one else will ever be able to satisfy.”
The sun can heal and harm you. Get too close and get burned. Don’t get enough and you’ll fall ill from lack of vitamin D. Cas calls her Sunshine because Noelle is a warmth he’s never known. Snow is pure. It covers the dead like a blanket for them to bloom into something beautiful. Lorne’s nickname for her because Noelle provides him with hope. Eve, the woman Adam loved so much that he betrayed God to see her happy. I call her Eve because I fear I’ll abandon it all and burn in all eternity just to have her close.
I sigh because my dick is hard. Her showing me sympathy makes me want to hurt her.
His hands cradle my face, holding me tightly as if he’s scared I might disappear if he lets go. He kisses with conviction, like I knew he would. Like he knows who he is, and he’s proud of it. His kiss is a force, a volcano that’s been simmering for so long until it erupts.
“Fuck her mouth, Lorne. Show her the glory of your love.”
I close my eyes and get lost in his rapture, and surrender to the bliss. “How full of awe is this place! This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven. Lorne was right. You’re the key to paradise.” And with poetry on his lips, he fucks me into oblivion.
