Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“I told you she’s a fucking whore.” He laughs, making her sob. “She gets off on this shit. Just loves being used and abused.”
I stand. “Open your mouth. Stick out your tongue.”
Her eyes go to Marcus who leans against the wall to my right, and I slap her across the face, making her cry out. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch, and stick out your tongue,” I command.
Sniffing, she licks her lips then parts them, doing as she’s told. “That’s a good girl,” I praise her and her shoulders shake. I run the tip of the knife along her lips, barely touching them. Then drop it to her tongue. I watch the soft pressure making an indention down the center. When I’m almost to the tip, I apply a little bit more pressure, and cut the skin.
She pulls back, crying as blood flows from the cut, falling onto her bare chest. “Gorgeous.”
My free hand drops to unzip my jeans and I pull my cock out. I’m so fucking hard for my little demon right now. I want to beat her ass black and blue, but I want my cock covered in her cum when I do it.
Blood drips from the tip of her tongue that sticks out of her open mouth onto her chest and the floor at my feet. Any other time, I’d be happy. But right now, I want to hurt her. Make her cry and beg me to forgive her. Tell me she’s sorry that she’s put us both in this situation.
Taking my hard cock in my hand, I run it over her bloody lips and push it into her mouth. She gags, her body pulling back, but I don’t let her go anywhere.
I watch saliva and blood fall from the corners of her luscious lips as I fuck her mouth. She’s crying, tears freely flowing down her pretty face.
“Fuck,” I moan, loving the way she looks like this. I’ll have to do it again sometime.
I’m balls deep in her mouth when my free hand pinches her nose. Her eyes go wide, and she thrashes under me on her knees, but I don’t let up. I fuck her until her eyes roll into the back of her head and her body goes slack.
I pull out and come all over her drool and blood covered chest. Stepping back, I let go of her and her head falls forward while she begins to cough and sob.
Lifting her face to look up at me, her eyes are heavy. She looks dazed. Could be the alcohol, or the drugs. Either way, she’s about to pass out. Drool and blood slowly run out of her mouth. “Such a good little demon.”
She whimpers, her eyes falling shut, and I allow her to fall to the floor onto her side in the middle of the kitchen.
I hear the faint sound of the front door opening and closing, making me smile.
“Hey, I’m next.” Marcus whines like a fucking child, pushing off the wall.
“You’re right.” I stand and turn to face him. “You are next.” Then I throw the knife, enjoying the shrill scream that follows.
ELLINGTON
I OPEN MY heavy eyes and groan. I’ve got a pounding headache. Sitting up, I rub my eyes with the palm of my hands. I press a little too hard, causing stars to dance across my vision.
Opening them, I blink rapidly before they focus. My breath hitches when I see Sin sitting across from me on a couch. He’s got his right ankle propped up on his knee. His arms fanned along the back cushions. His blue eyes on me.
Unblinking. He doesn’t look mad or satisfied. Just blank.
That’s not what has my heart racing. It’s the fact that I’m not restrained. No duct tape, no rope, no handcuffs.
He looks too calm for what he did to me earlier.
I swallow nervously and look away from him. My eyes scanning the living room for Marcus but it’s just me and Sin. I know we’re still at the same house. Why are we here?
My eyes drop to my chest, and I see I’ve got dried blood on it. I’m still naked. Reaching out, I grab the blanket that was draped over me and hide myself.
“You do not want to play this game with me, little demon.” He finally speaks. His voice sounding as calm as he looks. “I will win every single time. No one can beat the devil.”
My eyes lift to look at him through my lashes, and he cocks his head to the side. My tongue is throbbing where he cut it, but I no longer taste blood.
He stands and walks over to me. His movements force me to sit up straighter and lift my head in order to watch him. Coming to a stop in front of me, he reaches out his hand