Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His expression darkened, and I laughed.
“Undress and lay on the bed.”
He toed one shoe and the other from his feet, pulling off his black polyester pants, cheap blue boxers, and black cotton shirt. His hands shook as he undid one button after the other, saving the meaningless white half-circle of plastic for last. As if it held some kind of special meaning for either of us.
Naked except for his socks, he leaned back on his elbows, eyes glued to my naked body. He was good-looking enough that fucking him would be no hardship. I’d fucked worse for less noble reasons.
“As you wish.”
I could have made the whole fucking thing quick and easy, but that wasn’t my style when it came to men like this, who violated the trust of innocents, who used his power to destroy lives.
“I don’t wish any of this, Father.” I climbed on top of him and sat on his stomach. His cock was already hard.
“That’s okay. I don’t care.”
That made it even easier. “Neither do I.” Recalling that night with Owen, I slid up until my pussy hovered over his face. “Make it wet and fuckable first.”
“But I—”
I cut his words off by grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling it.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what you’re doing, Father. I’m sure none of your victims knew either, but you taught them, didn’t you?”
I lowered until I felt his mouth, his tongue moving clumsily around my pussy. He flicked his tongue and sucked and slurped my clit.
But I wouldn’t make it so easy. My hips moved back and forth, fucking his face slowly at first and then harder and harder until arousal took over.
“This is how you taught them, right? Trial by fire? No love? Just threats of fire and brimstone?”
He grunted and squirmed, and I fucked his face harder until my nipples beaded. I ground my pussy on that man’s face until I felt my own orgasm erupting.
“Please,” he pleaded, the sound vibrating against my clit until I came on his face.
“Please. Is that how the children begged you to stop?”
“Stop,” he growled, a move that sent another aftershock through me.
I laughed. “Not so fun when you’re not in a powerful position, is it?”
James glared at me when I slid down his body, and I laughed again.
“You’re a crazy bitch, you know that?”
“I’ve been called worse,” I told him as I lowered myself onto his cock. It was long and thick, something a real woman could appreciate.
He groaned in pleasure, and his eyes closed.
“A woman like me, I could appreciate this cock of yours. It’s just too bad you used it for evil.”
“You believe in evil?”
“No. I believe in men. Flesh and blood, men,” I told him as I rocked on his thick cock. This one actually felt good. “Who do terrible things simply because they can. Men like you. Not deities nor fairytales.”
His eyes remained closed against the pleasure while I ground and bounced on his cock. His body tensed fast, a sign his orgasm was close. I never stopped fucking him as one hand went to my thigh, to my trusty blade tucked into my lace-tops.
“You should have come to me. I would have given you the fuck you needed. But you didn’t.”
“Oh God,” he growled and gripped my hips.
“Look at me.”
His eyes flew open, and my cunt pulsed around him. “It’s irresistible,” he insisted.
“I know,” I told him just as his jaw tightened. “Too bad this is vengeance. Pure fucking vengeance.” The minute his grip tightened, I touched the razor-sharp blade to his neck, and in a flash, I slid it across his throat. Fear and pain flickered in his eyes, followed by resignation.
It was always the same.
His blood was everywhere, and I was bathed in it, covered in the warm, red liquid.
My cleanup crew arrived before the blood had cooled, leaving not one fucking trace that I had ever been there.
Because I didn’t make mistakes.
“Get out. I need to think.” I needed to replay the scene at the church to see what, if anything, that little bitch might have on me. If Jasper was right and there was something, I needed to figure out where I fucked up and fix it. ASAP.
“Now, Jasper. Get out.”
He nodded and got up silently, leaving as if nothing was wrong.
I reached for a bottle of Velvet Fire and went to my room.
To think.
About fucking and dying.
CHAPTER TEN
Sadie
It killed me that I stayed silent for so long, knowing the hell that my boys were going through at the hands of monsters masquerading as priests. I stayed silent out of fear of something worse.
What if I said something again, and instead of beating the fuck out of me, Colm let other men molest my sons? What if he wasn’t content to offer the boys up to priests and added little Kat to the mix?