Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
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?”
I hate him for doing this to me, but I also love him. I have the same emotions about God and the church. I’ve spent my entire life in purgatory, one foot in heaven and the other in hell. The need for bliss and agony are so tightly entwined that I’m not sure one would survive without the other.
My muscles tense. The hate I have for them, and myself rages like a storm that swiftly becomes a tornado. The poisonous vines of desire tangle around my heart and mind, clouding my clarity. It’s always like this. My body crumbles to lust, and I abandon the hereafter for a moment of pleasure.
I grip Lorne’s throat with my free hand and dig my fingers into his flesh. I unleash every ounce of rage I have for myself on him. He opens his mouth, and I spit inside. I want to debase him for what he makes me do, what he makes me crave.
My heart constricts with pure love for him and Cas. Logic unravels, reminding me that they don’t make me do anything. It’s me who’s evil, who desires the pleasures of the flesh more than the divine.
“Be a good boy and lift your legs, Lorne,” I instruct.
Lorne smiles, and the dim lighting makes his green eyes appear demonic. He holds the back of his knees and moves his legs so his feet almost touch his head.
Cas shoves his cock deep into Lorne’s mouth as I tighten my grip on his throat. Gagging noises and the crack of the belt hitting my back echo around the room.
“Harder, Cas.”
The lashes of the whip soothe me, a penance for my lack of self-control.
Chapter 6
Caspian
“Harder,” Declan gasps.
Between fucking Lorne’s tight ass and the slashes from the belt, the dude is losing his mind. I’m not going easy on him, but he wants more. I pull my arm back and wail on him.
For a moment, I contemplate stopping. As much as this shit gets me off, for Declan, it’s more than simply blowing his load. It’s about suffering because his cock is hard, and he’s fucking Lorne’s ass. Declan’s pleasure always comes with immense torture in mind and body. But every time I hear the belt slice against his back, my cock twitches in Lorne’s mouth.
I grip Lorne’s head and push my dick to the back of his throat. I glance at his hand. He’s not moving it, so the fucker can take more. That’s what we watch for, his hand tapping against his thigh. It’s crazy that he allows two murderers to suffocate him, especially as I’m a murderer who gets off on the killing part. Lorne gets off on not breathing and takes breath play to a fucking whole new level. But then again, I like some fucked up shit myself.
“Dec,” I groan. I’m close, but I can’t cum, not without it.
Dec nods. “Do it.”
I abandon Lorne’s head and pull at Dec’s neck until my teeth graze his skin. Then I bite down. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the flavor of Declan’s blood floods my mouth and triggers my orgasm. My cum drains from my cock into Lorne’s eager mouth.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I pull out of Lorne’s mouth. “Didn’t realize it had been so long since I unloaded.”
“That would explain why you only lasted five minutes.” Lorne chuckles.
Fucking prick. I shake my cock above his face, and a few more drops of cum coat his face. “You look like a good little bitch, covered in my jizz.”
Lorne raises an eyebrow. “Make that mouth of yours useful and give Dec a hand.”
Fucking asshole. “You know, motherfucker, you talk too damn much.” I shove my hand on his face, covering his nose and mouth. I turn to Declan. “Pay attention to his hand.”
Dec glides Lorne’s dick in my mouth. My tongue swirls around the head before I force my head down, taking him to the hilt.
A strong hand comes to rest on top of my head. “That’s it, Cas. All the way down. Show us what a big man you are and how well you take a nine-inch cock down your throat.”
My lips are restricted around his girth, and I know it’s not worth saying shit cause it will come out as muffled moans. The little shit. Next time, I’m going to strap Dec on the St. Andrew’s cross and go to town on him, so the fucker won’t even be able to lie down.
He always gets like this after he comes. It’s like he hates everyone and everything because of what he did. Some fucked up shit with his childhood. It’s why he only watches while we bang girls, never joining in. He seems to think if he doesn’t fuck them, he’s staying pure somehow. He also treats the girls like shit. The only time he ever takes part is to spank or cane them, trying to justify why he got turned on watching her getting railed. Almost like if he punishes her, he absolves himself. I usually bust another nut while I watch him because the marks he leaves on their skin are a fucking work of art. Better than any porn.