I clench my fists and try to focus on the wall as he strokes his way down my body until he spreads me wider.
“Look at me, Gabriella.”
If I don’t, he will just punish me. So I obey even as more wetness trickles out of me to slick his fingers.
“That’s my beautiful Bri. Good girl. Don’t look away while I bring the Rapture to you.”
I save my strength. Because I’ll need it. I just have to get the arrowhead. Then, I will stab him in the throat just like I did his nephew.
He presses his mouth to my pussy, trailing kisses along my lips. His mouth sinks in, and I buck, gasping. Tears flow, but hisgaze doesn’t leave mine. A predator who doesn’t know how to hunt. Only kill.
Nothing like Raphael.
I see through Alden. Even as he drags his tongue along my clit, flicking it, circling, and stimulating, I replace his brown eyes with green ones, as deep and dark as the forest where I ran, where I found them.
A fever washes over me. More arousal coils my pussy tighter.
The Prophet fucks me with his fingers, pumping them in and out while tonguing my swollen clit into oblivion until I snap.
I try to bite back the shriek, but it’s impossible to hide it. The Rapture comes. He licks me through the climax that surges molten pleasure through my body.
I’m still gasping when he undoes the handcuffs and gathers my body into his arms. Weak. Weeping. Undone.
“Sleep, my whore of Babylon,” he murmurs in my ear, rubbing salt in the wound with the degradation. “Tomorrow I make you a bride.”
My body will heal. But my heart will be destroyed.
And my soul…will never breathe again.
With silent tears, I cry myself to sleep as the image of the arrowhead plays in my dreams.
71
Raphael
I’LL UNLEASH THE FORCE OF A BLACK HOLE FOR HER…
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“The Devil Inside”
My suspicion.
Jude’s sharp eye.
Rory’s wild idea.
Vincent’s strength.
And Seth’s ingenuity.
All five of us. Together, we are the reason we’re still breathing. I know this. I repeat it like a mantra, forcing logic to override instinct. Because cold, hard facts are the dam against the rising flood of wrath. Wrath I wanted to unleash on Jude in that cavern.
The flood was rising fast.
A single word from him, and I would’ve broken the levee myself.
Vincent stepped in just in time.
