“If this church is going down, so are you and I. Open your legs.” He glanced at the door, keeping the gun trained on me.
I stiffly spread my legs apart, reminding myself of what I was doing there.
“Do you wanna hear a secret?”
He moved forward until he was in between my legs. “Tell me your secret, Cali.”
Eager to oblige, I wrapped one arm around his neck and leaned towards him.
“I found a lover, Father. I found a lover in the devil and any second now he’s going to come through that door and fucking tear you apart.”
He immediately stepped back. I grinned up at him. On perfect cue, his office door flew open with such force it left a hole in the drywall.
I watched his facial expression and stature go from smug and confident to shocked and terrified. His fear was tangible. Using his distraction against him, I kicked him in the balls and snatched the gun from his hand.
“I guess I’m right on time.” Romero stepped into the room and shut the door with his foot. He had bloodstains on his face and his clothes.
Gabe breathed something under his breath that I couldn’t make out clearly. He was looking at Romero as if the reckoning had arrived and this was his judgment day. Well, I suppose it kinda was.
Romero’s eyes dropped between my legs, bouncing back up to study my face. I offered him a smile and the gun.
“Get in the corner,” he directed Gabe, who scrambled to comply.
He came to stand in front of me and gently skimmed his knuckles near the area I’d been hit with the gun, taking it from my hand.
Beyond the office, I could hear the remaining windows shattering, the echoing boom of pews being overturned, and the occasional scream of someone new being discovered by the robed figures.
I reached up and touched the side of Romero’s face, feeling his rage building in his veins.
“There’s two left in the chamber.”
“You hear that, Gabriel? I’m gonna give you that many more chances to live.” He brought the barrel of the gun to my mouth. I closed my lips around it and ran my tongue up and down the cool metal. Pulling it out, he mimicked my action before lowering it between my open thighs. He grinned at me when he saw I had no underwear on.
I placed my hands behind me and gripped the edge of the desk as the hard metal was eased inside me. Gabriel’s breath audibly hitched when I groaned.
“You’re beautiful,” Romero mused, pulling the gun out and pushing it back in. My inner muscles stretched and clamped around it, a little gush of arousal lubing the barrel.
“Rome,” I sighed, bringing one hand to my clit as he slowly fucked me with the pistol.
The first empty click seemed louder than the carnage outside the door. My breath stitched, my arousal heightened.
“That’s one,” Romero counted. He twisted the solid metal inside me, going a little deeper. I increased the speed of my fingers, rolling my hard nub faster. The second click sounded. I whimpered and propped myself up on my elbows.
“Two,” he counted again, his voice a little deeper.
“You’re both fucking insane…mad in the blood,” Gabriel spat from his corner, not daring to move.
“We know,” Romero said just before the third click.
I felt a tightening in my lower stomach but I fought the feeling. There was hard metal inside me when I wanted him.
“Kill him and fuck me, please,” I begged. The gun immediately disappeared, covered in my juices.
I reached for his pants and fought to free his erection.
“Please, Deville, we can––” The gun went off twice, sending his blood and brain matter spraying up the wall. Romero tossed it to the side and entered me with one solid thrust before the priest’s body hit the floor.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmured, kissing on my neck before wrapping a hand around it. I gripped his perfect toned ass and pulled him deeper, wrapping my legs around his waist. His cock filled me up, creating a deep suctioning sound every time he moved in and out.
