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)
I want to wipe that notion out of his mind, but I don’t want to revisit the nightmares of my past. Ignoring them works just fine. The past is the past. I can’t fuckin change it, so what’s the point of constantly going on and on about it? That’s not how Asmodeus and Iblis are, though. They keep dancing around their pain, hoping the thin thread of their love for each other holds it together.
I focus on Eden as Iblis presses the tip of his dick into my ass before pushing in and filling me fully. He brings his hand to my mouth, and I spit on it before he reaches in front and tugs at my cock. “You’re a slut, Abaddon. I don’t understand why you always fight it.”
“If you don’t shut up, I’ll make sure you understand who the whore is. I bet you’d get on your knees and suck every cock in this room if I asked. I might let you fuck me, Iblis, but you’re still the cum guzzling whore.”
Iblis increases the speed of his hand as he pumps my cock, while his hips buck and his dick hits me in all the right places. I lose all focus except for Eden as the fucking man touches her again.
Eden isn’t polite this time. She whirls on him, pushing against him. Her hand flirts with his chest, and I rage, thinking how I’m going to kill them both. But then Eden pulls a knife and shoves it against his throat.
“Fuck!” I scream as my cum lands on the floor.
I go to pull away from Iblis, but he holds me firmly. I turn to witness my brother’s closed eyes, lost to the world as he fucks Iblis without care. Blood trickles down Iblis’ skin where Asmodeus has bitten him. “This is what I’m talkin’ about. Fuck, I didn’t know I was an exhibitionist, but it’s hot.”
A nudge by my feet. I look down to see a slut in a catsuit licking at the cum I shot off a moment ago.
Her green eyes peer up at me, and she smiles, exposing her tongue ring. “Can I suck on your dick? I like it rough, and your dick is perfect.”
It’s fucked up because this situation would be most guys’ wet dream. But I don’t want her at my feet or near my cock. The only girl’s mouth I want on my dick is Eden’s.
Gripping Iblis’ arm, I shove him away as I search for my girl. She’s pushed up against the wall, and the guy now has her knife against her throat. The fucker touched her. “Eden.”
Iblis and Asmodeus take in the same scene. We rush toward her, dicks still hanging out as we pull up our pants. Iblis grabs Eden as I grip the guy’s arm and slam it against the door. “She’s got owners, motherfucker, and you set them off.”
“Owners?” Eden shouts. “You don’t own shit.”
My eyes zero in on her, and I smirk. “You know as well as I do, Cub, that you were owned the second we tasted that pussy.”
“Fuck you,” she spits before taking off.
“Follow her,” I order. “I’ll take care of this motherfucker.”
Chapter Nineteen
EDEN
I’ve been sitting in my car for an hour, staring at the envelope the Cinders gave me. I have a mission. The closest I’ve ever come to my goal is lying in this envelope. I should’ve opened this and hopped on a plane. But here I am back at the church.
There’s no logical reason for my choice. When I saw them at the club, I was pissed. I was determined never to see them again. Drove around the city for an hour before I ended up here. A creepy forest surrounding a decrepit cemetery and a rundown church. Of all the roads I could have taken, I chose this one—the twisted road that leads to them.
Stepping out of my 1999 Toyota Corolla with rusted doors and broken air conditioning, I grip the envelope and head for the church.
“You’re fucking insane!” a man bellows through the lush trees.
An electric chainsaw reverberates through the night, and my feet hit the ground, running toward the harrowing screams.
Two figures loom in the darkness, dimly illuminated by a small fire beside them. One bound and the other drenched in blood. Abaddon. Terror floods my body as I watch Abaddon saw through flesh and bone.
“Oh, God!” the man screams as blood seeps from his shoulders.
“God is the illusion of people who lack vision.” Abaddon proceeds to saw at the man’s flesh with the precision of a surgeon. “Do I appear to lack vision?”
The chainsaw slicing through muscle and bone comes to a halt, and Abaddon discards the amputated arm. He turns toward the fire and stirs the embers with a metal poker, his sinister smile on full display above the blazing flames.