“On your back, baby girl.”
I release Cade with a pop. He humps the air desperately, face scrunched in anguish as I lie down and part my legs. Then Seba guides him between my thighs, rubbing his cock through the wetness.
“Do you want him inside you?” Seba asks.
I nod.
“Words, little sinner,” Cade whispers.
“I want you.”
The blunt head of his cock pushes at my entrance. I tilt my hips, giving him better access.
Seba’s teeth tug on Cade’s ear. “Slow.”
The pressure steals the oxygen from my lungs. My eyes close, my nails digging into Cade’s shoulders. His voice slices through the burn. “Touch yourself, pretty girl.”
I slip my fingers between us and find that sensitive spot, still tender from my recent climax. Delicious shivers rack my body as the pain subsides. The fullness feels… good. I just need him to…
“Move.”
“Thank god,” Seba grunts. Cade’s laugh is cut off by a moan as his stepbrother begins fucking him again, every thrust driving Cade into me harder. Faster. Hitting a spot deep in me. Lighting me up.
Above us, Seba’s hips jerk. “Get her there, baby.”
Bracing himself on an elbow, Cade knocks my hand away and takes over, expertly circling and flicking my clit while grinding and?—
My walls ripple around his cock.
“Oh fuck, Seba, she’s coming and I’m—” Cade gasps.
Roughly, Seba rips him out right as the first burst of cum erupts from his dick. Sitting back on his heels, he pounds into Cade over and over, his grip bruising. Streams of cum pulse from Cade, his moans bordering on sobs.
“Fuck!” Seba shouts, hugging Cade tight as he rides out his release. They collapse on either side of me, their lips roaming overmy cheeks, my neck, my eyes. I grin, lazily kissing them back, drifting in a sea of ecstasy when I hear a curse.
There’s a silhouette in the doorway.
And I know, in my bones, that God has abandoned me for good.
Forty-Four
SEBA
The man in the doorway,dressed in all black with a white clerical collar nestled against his throat, isn’t the same man who preaches on Sundays. He’s not the same man who toasted a crowd in my name. Nor is he the same man who flashed warm smiles every time he caught me kneeling in the back pews, praying for mercy.
No,thisman fully embodies the Lord’s wrath.
The open maw of the chapel yawns around him, haloing his imposing figure in darkness as his bottomless glare bores into the three of us with cold rage. So cold, it coats the sweltering room in a thick layer of frost. It’s a quiet kind of anger, vastly different than my father’s dramatic tantrums.
And infinitely scarier.
Everything Andrea warned me about comes roaring back. I’m a fool for downplaying her terror. I’m a fool for bringing them here. I’m a fool for signing my soul over to him. Our sweat and cum aren’t even dry and we’re already facing our reckoning.
Blindly grabbing a discarded shirt to cover my nudity, I position myself in front of Cade and Andrea.
Silence stretches on painfully. Behind me, a nervous chuckle starts, rapidly escalating into crazed laughter.
“She was right! She was fuckingright. The devout see everything,” Cade wheezes, swerving toward hysterics. “She couldn’t get me to finish it, buthewill. He’ll drown the demon out of me with a fucking smile on his face.”
