Burn for Jack (Holiday Horrors)

by Aiden Pierce

They’d always said I worshipped the devil. But no. It was her I worshipped.

I couldn’t put words to how damn good she tasted. Like Heaven. Like Hell. Like eternal damnation and salvation at the same time.

“Now I make you pay for all those years you made me wait. All those All Hallows’ Eves, where you never came for me. So crawl away as fast as you can through my pumpkin patch, little field mouse. I’ll still catch you.” My hand dropped to clutch my rock-hard bulge, straining against my breeches. “And when I do, I’m going to break you open and claim your soul…and whatever else spills out.”

“Look at you. All bound up. So wet and needy, ready for your monster to crawl from Hell’s flames and fuck you. Is that what you want, Ada? For me to take you?”

“So come with me, Adaline Moore. Come with me to Hell. Not to die. But so we can finally live.”