My father muttered something and stormed out, but I didn’t care. Everything I needed was right here. My fucked up relationship with Preston was the only real thing in my life. That spark of life that he only gave to me was the best, most demented version of love.
I’m not sure when we wound up in the main chapel or how my hand got around his cock, but for once, I wasn’t thinking about what I was doing. Logic held no credence here. All that existed in this place was pure animal instinct. For the first time in my life, I was free. And it felt fantastic.
A whimper escaped when Preston twisted his hand in my hair and tore his mouth away.
“Look at you, all needy and begging to be taken.” He yanked my head back, causing my pussy to clench. “Tell me what you want, Little Bird.”
This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. I could either fight him, run out the door or break and admit defeat. The options warred in my mind, but the words that came out of my mouth sealed my fate.
“I want you.”
The next thing I knew, I was flipped around and slammed face down on the altar, right next to a crisp, clean bible I hated with every fiber of my being. I barely had time to suck in a breath before his cock was forced inside me.
I moaned at the stretch pouring through my core. Defeat never felt so good.
“How many times were you down there on your knees while your father stood up here preaching his righteous bullshit?” He grunted, slamming in so deep my feet lifted off the ground and folded over me. “But you weren’t praying to his god, were you, Little Bird?”
A powerful thrust stole my breath as he growled in my ear, “You were praying to mine.”
I’d pray to whatever god he wanted me to as long as he kept doing that, which he didn’t. Why would Preston Whitley make anything easy?
He slowed down his movements to an agonizing speed. I could feel every piercing and ridge of his cock drag along my inner walls. It was nowhere near what I needed. I tried egging him on by looking back and grinding my hips.
That didn’t work. Preston just slammed my face back down and continued his torment. I swear, he got off on torturing me. And that was exactly what this was. Torture.
I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you going to keep teasing me?”
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you to be careful what you wish for?” Preston snickered.
Lifting my head, I glared over my shoulder and snarled, “How about you just shut up and fuck me.”
If I thought Preston fucked me before, I was wrong. He slammed into me, tearing an orgasm from my very soul. I came while staring at my father’s cursed bible. Then again, in the choir room, my father’s office, and propped up on numerous pews.
By the time we left, we had christened every inch of my father’s church with our ecstasy.
The Ashen Springs Sheriff’s Office looked the same today as when I was a kid. Naturally, there were some upgrades: new computers, an updated security system, a few more parking spots, and some patches on the building’s roof. The average person wouldn’t notice these changes, but I wasn’t the average person.
I’d spent some time within these white walls, specifically behind the barred walls in the back. That was the most time I spent with Mason Kessler. It was also the night I decided where my loyalties would lie.
Up until that point, I hadn’t taken The Order seriously. That was my father’s thing. But as I sat there all night comforting a broken-hearted Mason, the Ravens’ mantra played through my thoughts.
The ravens stand strong,
Through credence and time,
My brother is my bond,
His family is mine.
Mason Kessler wasn’t related by blood, but he was still family. They all were, and I was their older brother. That may sound cheesy to some. Hell, I wanted to slap myself for thinking that way, but bonds forged in misery were powerful. The six of us survived a childhood that would’ve destroyed others. Since I was the only one unphased by what happened to us, I would be the one to take care of the other five—their watchdog in the dark.
Half the shit I’d done, none of them knew about. They didn’t need to know. I could live a normal life after Ryker Hudson—the benefits of not having a conscience—but the rest of them couldn’t. Trauma bred insanity, and if I could organize that chaos, Ryker and Nash would never win. We would.
This hit list was another version of that—just another time, the watchdog in the dark would have to attack an intruder. So far, I had a perfect record, minus Micha getting shot. That one was on Chase. And I was not about to let that record get marred.
That was why I was standing outside the Ashen Springs Sheriff’s Office with Derek Adams, waiting for help from an organization I would avoid under normal circumstances. If they knew Marnie was with me against her will, we’d have a problem.
This was precisely why the meeting wasn’t happening at my house. My Bird finally broke yesterday, but there was a high probability that she was back to hating me. I may have left her unsatisfied and locked in my room. In my defense, the temptation to leave her on the verge of an orgasm was too strong to ignore. Plus, I enjoyed watching her squirm.
