The Hunt – Darkly Ever After MMMF Read Online Mila Crawford

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
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I stab the tip of the blade into Lorne again. “This is who we are, beautiful. This is what we do. You wanted the curtains drawn back. Here it is.”

Her tears and trembling body make my cock throb. I like it. I enjoy seeing her miserable, but that isn’t what’s shocking. What rocks me is feeling her emotional pain with my arousal. Remorse hits me. I’m so fucked up that I want to see more of it. That’s never happened before.

“He’s going to die.” She falls to her knees with her hands clasped together as if she’s praying. Too bad Declan’s back is to her. He’d probably jizz from just the sight. “I’m begging you, please untie him.”

“He won’t die, but a part of me wants to kill him just to see you beg some more.”

She crawls to the foot of the bed. “Declan, please. He’s going to die.”

Chapter 20

Declan

I grip Lorne’s ass as my mouth moves further down his dick. I gag, and bile rises from my throat. This is how I like it. I want his cock to pierce me, to make thinking hard, to be lost in the turmoil and bliss that sinning provides. These are the moments when there’s no guilt. No pain.

There’s a tug at the hem of my shirt. “Please, Declan, please!”

Her voice is the bright glare of truth shining on our depravity and sickness. I close my eyes and focus on Lorne’s cock twitching in my mouth as my head bops down, desperate for more.

When I’m on my knees being debased, I don’t hate myself because it seems like retribution. It makes little sense because everything I do goes against the word of God, but it feels right. But her voice reminds me that I’m a sinner and want to punish her.

I grip her throat with the hand holding the rosary, slamming her onto the bed. My burning gaze is on her as I press the beads forcefully into her delicate flesh. Her fingers grip my hands as her nails puncture my skin, drawing blood. I want to bury myself in her, to debase and control her. The whore is what I want. The Jezebel. At this moment, I don’t want to see her purity. I want to see her indecency.

A drop of blood from Lorne’s flesh drips onto her forehead. How apropos. I raise my head, staring at Lorne as a disciple would gaze upon Jesus crucified on the cross, my cock raging with need at the sight before me.

Trails of blood glide down Lorne’s sides as he shakes. His body lowers as Cas loosens the noose, and he grips the back of my head, holding me firmly to him as he cums in my mouth.

Cas pulls out of Lorne and drops of cum fall onto the bedspread. “Fuck. Why is cum dripping out of an asshole so damn hot? You know, Sunshine, it’s pretty fuckin’ hot to fill you up like a twinkie.” His jaw ticks as his eyes land on my hand against her throat. He jumps off the bed and presses the knife to my throat. “Get your fuckin’ hands off her, you goddamn nut job.”

I ignore him as cum floods my mouth, and I gaze at Eve. Her face is red, her eyes rolling back. My cock is at full mast, harder than it’s ever been. Lorne pulls out of me, but he’s too weak from lack of oxygen to do much of anything.

The sting of the knife plummets to my side. “Get your fuckin’ hands off her, Declan.

My eyes snap to Cas before I turn to Eve and spit cum directly into her face and watch as it sticks to her eyelashes. I stumble back, and Noelle grabs her throat, wheezy, tears bursting from her eyes, mingling on her face with cum. The imprint of my rosary is vivid on her flesh.

I’ve mastered keeping my face emotionless, a skill that’s come in handy in my life, but at this moment, as I gaze at her, I want to drop to my knees and beg for her forgiveness. But I won’t do that because if I show her vulnerability, she’ll become the center, and I’ll lose faith in everything but her.

“I showed her who I am. That’s what I did.”

“By trying to strangle her,” Cas asks.

He’s angry. He actually gives a fuck. Usually, everything is a joke with him. Caspian thinks it’s all shits and giggles. When he gets pissed, it means he cares. This is when he’s the most vulnerable and the most dangerous. “You could have fucking killed her.”

I turn to Noelle. She’s on the bed, and Lorne’s hand is on hers, but his eyes are slits and focused on me. “Go to your room, Declan, and get ready.”

Chapter 21

Noelle

The door slams as Declan walks out of the room. My throat still hurts, but Lorne seems to be a little better. He’s sitting up, his feet on the floor. At least I am not scared of him dying anymore.


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