Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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The haze of smoke from my cigarette surrounds me as I take a long swig of bourbon, savoring how it burns my throat. It’s my tenth smoke and my fifth glass of whiskey, but nothing is drowning the memory of her touch or the scent of her skin.
My door flings open. Abaddon strides in, his eyes frantically moving around the room. “Where’s Eden?”
“She left.” I discard the glass and lift the liquor bottle to my lips. I chug as much as I can, hoping to numb the ache. This is a devastation I didn’t know I could experience.
Abaddon passes me the joint.
I take it and chase the whiskey with a haul. “She got what she wanted, and she left.”
“Why’d you let her?”
I blow a ring of smoke and watch it dissipate. “We had a deal.”
“Your pride is going to keep you miserable. You’re my brother, and I love you. But you’re an idiot. She made you feel, and it freaked you out.”
“She did no such thing,” I snap.
Abaddon lies back on my bed, puffing at the joint as silence falls between us.
The weight of the situation hits me with brute force. I let her go to the Cinders, and who knows what they have in mind. Those guys are known for keeping their word, but was I going to risk it all working out for her? “I’m a fucking idiot.”
“We gonna go get our girl now?”
“Let’s go.”
Chapter Eighteen
ABADDON
“What’s the password?”
“You know who we are, Patti. Open the door and cut the crap,” Asmodeus growls.
I’ve no clue why he doesn’t say the password. It’s not like we haven’t been here multiple times.
“No password, no entry.”
Iblis growls and grips Patti’s neck before slamming her against the door. Madness swirls in his eyes, the kind I haven’t seen for five years since he’s been clean. This Iblis is capable of anything. No mercy. No remorse. A cold-blooded killer. I’m so turned on I want to pull down his pants and fuck him while Patti’s blood drenches his face. “If I snap your little neck, there won’t be any need for a password, will there?”
“Go ahead,” Patti spits, not even blinking at the threat to her life. “There are rules for a reason.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, let her go, Iblis. She’s doing her job.” I stare Patti directly in the eyes. “Blood river.”
Iblis drops Patti, and she goes back to doing her job as if nothing happened. She opens the door. “Enjoy your time, gentlemen.”
I drape my arms around Asmodeus and Iblis, pulling them into my sides. “I fuckin’ love this place. The smell of sex is enough to get me horny.”
I take in a girl as she gets rammed by two cocks in her pussy. “Fuck, that looks hot. When we get Eden back, we’ve got to try that.”
Asmodeus turns to me and growls. “Can you focus? We’ve got a task.”
“I can’t think when my balls are full, and right now, those fuckers are aching.” I turn to Asmodeus, pointing to the two guys fucking like their lives depend on it. One is bent over, screaming as the other rails him so hard that I think he’s rearranging the fucker’s organs. “How can you look at that and not want to get your dick wet?”
Asmodeus stares for a little too long before he shakes his head and grips the back of my neck, propelling me forward. “Turn on the big head and tell the small head to back the fuck off.”
I’m about to argue and tell Mo to go fuck himself before I shove my cock deep in Iblis’ tight ass when, from the corner of my eye, I see her. Eden. She’s wearing dark blue jeans, a low-cut black tank top, and that leather jacket. She looks sexy and beautiful.
Some fucker approaches her. She shakes her head, but he moves to touch her tit. My tit. I’m ready to fucking chop the head off every motherfucker in here. Iblis must sense this cause he pulls me back. He rubs my chest, trying to calm me, but all it does is bring out feral needs.
“It’s one or the other,” I grunt.
Iblis undoes my belt and pushes down my pants. “Give me the oil, Mo.”
My brother always carries anointing oil. At first, he used it to fuck with Iblis. Some messed up blasphemous act to link him and Iblis to our past. Now he just gets off on giving God a “fuck you” any way he can. Can’t blame him. We were the toys of religious people our entire adolescence.
Iblis pours the liquid directly between my ass crack before working his fingers into my anus. “Wanna be my little bitch, Abaddon? When was the last time you felt my thick cock stretching this tight asshole?”
Fuck. I forgot how fucking hot and angry Iblis is. He rarely does it. He has some messed up idea that if he fucks us, he’s reverting to the time when he hurt us.