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)
Tears sting my eyes as I stare up at Roads. His gut protrudes over his pants, and a sinister gleam burns bright in his beady eyes. “What are you waiting for, boy?”
I turn away as I press the saw into flesh and hit bone.
Firm hands grip my head, making me witness the madness I’m forced to partake in. “Look at your handy work, Abaddon. Be proud of your art. Relish the crushing of bone and the blood covering your skin. He’ll be a saint now, a member of your collection. A relic you’ll display.”
Asmodeus takes charge like he always does when I falter. He drags her by the hair and hauls her along the forest floor. “Everything has a price. I’ll ask you again, Doe. Are you ready to pay the price for what you desire?”
“Yes,’ she whispers as her eyes meet mine. “But you can’t take off my limbs.”
Asmodeus kneels and grips her nape. “I told you we won’t kill you.”
Eden glares. “That doesn’t mean you won’t chop off my legs.”
Her tenacity amuses me. “I won’t chop off any of your body parts.” I unzip my pants and unleash my hard cock before slapping her face with it. “Now open up and suck like a good little slut.”
She grips my pants and pulls them down to my ankles.
I hiss as the sharp tips of her nails dig into my thighs, creating new wounds. “Oh, Cub, if you think that will deter me from choking you, you’re sorely mistaken. I was conditioned to take more pain than you could ever dream of. Now open your mouth.”
Eden doesn’t move. Her mouth remains closed in a straight line as she gives me a death stare. The girl makes nothing easy, so I guess we’ll have to make it painful. She swallows air as I grab her throat and push her to the ground. Her hands claw at me as her legs skid under her.
“Eden,” I spit. “Everyone sees Asmodeus as the dangerous one. They always underestimate me because of my fun-loving nature.” My knees dig into the dirt beside her as I straddle her chest. “But the thing is, I’m the one more likely to choke you, fuck your ass raw, and relish the sight of your blood.”
Her knee viciously strikes my back as her fist connects with my right eye. I stumble back, and she’s on top of me in a flash, her hands on my throat, fingers squeezing. “If you ever try to fuck me without lube, I’ll slice your cock off and fuck your ass with it.”
I. Am. In. Love. Fuck, this girl is something else.
I fist her long dark hair and tug her head back as my other hand grips her tit, squeezing hard. She screams and lets go of my throat as she reels back. I straddle her throat and pinch her nostrils together, forcing her mouth to open. I trail the tip of my cock on her bottom lip and smirk. “Open wide, Cub. Daddy wants to give his little slut a treat.”
Chapter Fifteen
ASMODEUS
Enthusiastic sounds of gagging and saliva echo in the forest. Eden grips Abaddon’s ass as she pushes him toward her, swallowing him whole. For a girl who was adamant about fighting us a moment ago, she sucks his cock like a champ.
“She’s beautiful,” Iblis whispers as we watch Eden and Abaddon.
He’s right. She’s stunning. Thick, perfect ass, pretty round belly, and tits that beg for my mouth and teeth. And that pussy. Lord, that pussy. Tight, wet, and warm.
Iblis drops to his knees as his fingers make quick work of my pants. They pool at my feet, and he grabs my cock. His fingers glide up and down before he slips his lips over the head. I stare down as he swallows my cock while his eyes plead with me. The same fucking look he’s had for the last five years.
Abaddon says it’s time for me to move on, admit my feelings, and release him from the hellscape I’ve banished him to. A part of me agrees because behind all the pain, I have genuine feelings for Iblis, the closest thing to love I can harbor. But then there’s the sweet boy he made into a mean, insane, depraved, deranged man. That boy wants to see Iblis pay for all the injustice he brought to fruition.
The image of him fucking me in a crowd as grown men watched, cheering him on. The crueler he was, the more they gave him what he truly craved. Abaddon thinks my resentment is because of the years of constant abuse at his hands. But it’s not. The hate I feel for Iblis is the closest to love. The anger festering in my heart isn’t because he used my body so that the heroin could flood his veins. He had a disease, and I can forgive the madness it created in him, even if it’s at my expense or Abaddon’s. The reason I’ve made him suffer the last five years is because I was the one who found him with the needle in his arm as he was about to die.