Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Well, Liza,” I say as I pull the trigger and blow her out from the inside, “I make the world better by taking out pieces of shit like you.”
Abaddon and I stand there as we witness Liza choke on her own blood before falling still. “Call the cleaners, and let’s go home.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
IBLIS
I’ve been cradling a sleeping Eden in my arms for the last few hours. I’m exhausted and could use sleep myself, but I’m scared to close my eyes in case she isn’t here when I open them again.
I stare up at Asmodeus’ ceiling. I brought her here instead of my room. I wanted her to be comfortable, and an empty room with a plain mattress wasn’t exactly a five-star hotel.
“Move over,” Abaddon says as he squeezes into the bed beside me.
Asmodeus moves behind Eden, our arms touching as we hold her close. I was so preoccupied with Eden in my arms that I didn’t hear them come in. They’ve showered, no longer covered in blood or other bodily fluids.
Abaddon grips my cock and works his hand up and down my length. His fingers work between my ass cheeks as he slathers something between them.
“Vaseline,” he whispers in my ear.
Eden shifts, and the sheet falls down her body, exposing her perfectly large breasts. My hand moves to her rounded stomach. I love how full her body is, how welcoming. Her curves soften my hardness.
I groan as Abaddon enters me, loving the sensation of his thick, long cock penetrating me.
“Such a tight bitch. Fuck our girl. Fill that pussy with cum. Let me taste you from her wet, warm cunt.”
Abaddon tosses the small travel-size Vaseline to Asmodeus as I pull Eden’s legs apart and push into her warm cunt. Fucking heaven. I just walked through the pearly gates, waiting to see God.
I know I still have a lot to work through, but Eden made things come full circle. With her here, life doesn’t seem so abysmal. She gives me hope. Perhaps it’s because, with Eden, there isn’t a history I have to get past.
Asmodeus grabs her tits and squeezes her nipples.
“You boys sure know how to wake a girl up,” she murmurs with a smile.
“You complaining?” Asmodeus asks. “You know you can’t leave us, right?”
She turns her face to Mo. The anticipation of her next words has my heart thundering. “I wasn’t planning to.”
“Good,” he whispers before kissing her passionately. He tugs her bottom lip between his teeth and doesn’t let go until he draws a trickle of blood.
Her hand moves to my chest, and she tugs at my nipple ring, pulling hard, understanding my need for pain. Lifting her eyes to mine, she asks, “Am I doing it right?”
“Almost,” I say, laughing.
“What am I doing wrong?” Her question is laced with concern.
Abaddon grips my other nipple, looping one finger in the ring before he grips it and pulls. “Not rough enough. He likes to feel as if his nipple will be ripped off. He’d probably get off if you did that.” He nips at my ear. “Tell her how much of a dirty pain slut you are.”
I gaze at Eden. “You can be as rough as you want, and it probably won’t be rough enough.”
Eden smiles and tugs viciously.
I groan at her aggressiveness before I match her intensity by doing the same to her nipple. “You like it, don’t you, Lamb? A part of you likes the pain, just like me.”
Eden moans and thrusts her pussy against my dick.
“You like how that piercing feels in your pussy. Hitting every fuckin’ nerve.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“We’re gonna tie you up, Eden. Fuck you over and over until your pussy is sore and raw. You’ll beg us to stop, but we won’t. We’ll stretch your little hole and pump it with all three of our cocks and our fists. You're our whore now, a cum dump for us to use.”
“Oh, god!” Eden yells.
Asmodeus grabs her neck and pushes down. “I told you. There’s no room for God in this bed. You may think you’re going to paradise, but you’re living in Hell. Our hell, and you’re our Lilith. Our queen.”
Eden’s face is turning red, but she keeps thrusting her hips between mine and Asmodeus’ cock, desperate to experience every second of pleasure. She’s not concerned with how hard Asmodeus is pressing against her throat, but I am. Her air supply is running low, but the way Mo is right now, he won’t stop. I know he won’t kill her. He knows what he’s doing regarding strangulation, how to put someone out for the night and have them be completely fine by the morning.
“I want to fuck you while you’re asleep, Delilah. I want to desecrate you like a heretic desecrates the church. But then I’ll worship you like a disciple because you’re my God, Delilah. I’ll turn to you for comfort and curse you during my misery. For you, I will wage wars and raise armies. I’ll defend my belief in you and slaughter anyone who says you aren’t the only one worth worshiping. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.”