Ridge smiles. Big and broad, he shows his sharp teeth when he does. He sits Sadie down at the pew, notices his own cum glistening on her inner thigh, and growls. She’ll look gorgeous on her knees with her elbows propped up. With her skirt lifted to her waist. He’ll make her pray to him like that, in this church, once he kills these men. Paint crosses over the points of her nipples and drink the blood of their kill from her skin.
