“Harder,” I demanded, and immediately received.
I stared at the fresh blood running down the gray wall and felt the same tightening in my lower belly.
“I need you to come, baby.” He lifted me by the neck, bringing me to the edge of the desk so he could go deeper. His mouth hit mine hard, and animal instinct took over.
We bit and sucked at one another, having the same carnal need to devour one another. I rolled my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Things poured from my mouth I thought I would never say. The smell, sighs and moans suffocated us until the pressure inside me unexpectedly burst, sending electric shocks up and down my spine and my come soaked his dick, running down the crevice of my ass.
He followed after, coming with me when his cock jerked and triggered another rush of pleasure.
We stayed pressed together; body to body, soul-to-soul, breathing each other in.
He pulled back and gripped both sides of my face, planting one last lingering kiss on my lips.
“We’re gonna be legends.”
I pecked his cheek, feeling warmth in my chest from his words. He helped me off the desk, steadying me on my trembling legs. We walked back through what remained of the church, passing hooded figures that stopped what they were doing when they saw us.
I was blissfully unaware of what was really happening.
When the church went up in flames, we stood and watched, and I loved the way the fire warmed my face.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Ithink I was starting to befriend the strange girl who dwelled within one part of me.
The devil on my shoulder reached out a hand to my fallen angel and they formed a truce.
Over the next two weeks, things were relatively peaceful. Every day, I fell a little more for my beloved monster. Our demons played at our feet while we got lost in one another over and over again.
I chose to live in my bubble of bliss for just a while longer before summoning the courage to bring up Tito. I hadn’t heard from him, but I figured if Tito knew anything about Simon’s death, his common sense had kicked in and he was playing it safe.
It wasn’t until the third week things got strange.
I was woken up by the noise.
It sounded like the biggest block party of the century was taking place inside the warehouse. Swinging my feet out of bed, I walked across the floor, feeling the bass vibrate through my soles.
Flipping on the bathroom light, I frowned at Arlen’s cosmetology job in the mirror, lifting my temporarily dyed strands of hair. She’d been struck with the idea after hearing Romero tell me I brought color to his world. His exact words:“It’s always so fucking dark in my head. You make me see color again, vivid colors: pink and blue, green and purple.”
He said this while we were in bed so I wasn’t sure if I’d fucked him so hard he saw a rainbow when he came or he was being sweet.
I splashed some water on my face, swirled some mouthwash, pulled my shoes on, and left the room.
People were everywhere.
Some wore the hooded robes from the night we burned down the church; others barely wore anything. They all had the inverted cross tattooed beneath their eye, or somewhere else visible on their bodies.
Five Finger Death Punch’sCradle to the Graveblasted through the air at a deafening decibel.
I shoved my way through dancing, writhing bodies, from people openly fucking and rude assholes who wouldn’t move when I said excuse me.
Glancing over the banister, I saw Arlen’s usual resting spot on the couch occupied by Cobra and a busty brunette. Hanging down from the ceiling was a large flag with the official symbol of Satan printed on it.
By the time I made it to the lower level and headed towards the back of the warehouse where the doors were wide open,Cut the Cordhad began to play and I’d tripped over two dead bodies—both nuns.
I reached the doors and took a minute to gather my composure, not wanting to believe what was obviously right in front of me.
