Alec
Today I didn’t walk to Dominion; I took a black cab. It had nothing to do with laziness and everything to do with the picture they’d sent me in the group chat. I slammed the door shut.
“Dominion,” I said, sitting down and unlocking my phone.
Three of them.
Rowan’s hand rested on her arse.
But it was Nick.
He’d dug both hands between her thighs and spread her pussy open. Black skeletal fingers on one side, wisps of demon trailing down the other.
And between those inked fingers—
A flood of pink.
Her pink hole, spread open.
Ella’s pussy.
Waiting to be filled.
Rowan:Ready or not, here we come.??
I glanced up to check where we were.
Almost there.
Me:Motherfuckers. I’m on my way. DO NOT start without me.
I sat there fuming, then typed again.
Me:That wasn’t the agreement. Arseholes!
I fumed some more.
We were supposed to come inside her pussy together.
I took a deep breath, recalling Ella’s hand on my dick that morning. We’d all piled into her earlier, but as I’d placed the pill on her tongue, all I could think about was filling her up all over again.
And now this.
Them starting without me.
Fucking bastards.
The cab came to a halt.
I dragged my wallet out and shoved a tenner through the gap in the clear partition into the driver’s hand. There wasn’t much change, but that was the last thing on my mind.
“Mr Calder.”
The new greeter at the door smiled at me. I didn’t acknowledge her. I was too busy calculating the efficiency of stairs versus the elevator.
I jogged for the stairs, cursing as I cleared each floor until I reached the top. The corridor was dark, gold-plated wall lights glinting against the mahogany panels. I slowed, smoothed my hair back, and pushed the door open.
“What did I tell you? Under six minutes,” Nick said, clutching his ribs as he laughed.
