Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Declan grabs my sides and slides me off him but holds me in mid-air. I’m unsure what he’s doing until Cas’s smug face pops up between my legs. “Ready for that reward, Sunshine?”
“Reward?” Oh, baby Jesus. Please, no more fucking. I’m not sure I can take it.
“Let’s see that cum trickle from your face.”
I open my lips, and the cum slides down my chin and from the sides of my mouth. It’s utterly humiliating and powerful all at once. I’m doing something depraved, but Cas looks at me as if I’ve shown him the meaning of life. There’s a power in a man looking at you as if you’re priceless art when you’re being degraded. Maybe that’s why I’m not running for the hills because even though these three men are depraved in every sense of the word, they make me feel irreplaceable.
His hands grip my hips, and with one solid pull, my vagina is directly on his tongue. Oh, my god. His tongue. It has to be illegal for someone to do these tricks.
He lifts me by my ass so I’m hovering above his face. “Push it all out for me, Sunshine. Give me every drop.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. Daddy is hungry, and you’re going to be a good girl and feed him.”
I gaze at two hungry sets of eyes, one green and one steel gray, staring at my pussy and Cas’s extended tongue.
Lorne smiles, his hand on his dick. “You look beautiful, Snow. Give the man what he wants.”
The tip of Cas’s nose is against pussy, and the tip of his tongue is pressed against my ass.
Panic. Sheer panic as he moves his tongue to my ass as soon as he’s done with my vagina. “What are you doing?”
“I cleaned your sweet pussy,” he mumbles. “Now I’m going to suck every drop of cum out of your big, sexy ass.”
My body stiffens as I push the cum out, and Cas’s tongue delves into my anus. At first, I’m too nervous to enjoy it, but soon my head falls back, and I grind my pussy and ass on his face and tongue. Between his wicked tongue and its taboo nature, I’m back in the realm of utter bliss.
“That’s it, Snow. Let it all go. Show us how you long to be our dirty slut.”
Chapter 27
Declan
I’ve been up for hours, one of those spent under scalding water, hoping the pain of my scars will quench my thirst to suffer for existing.
The silent darkness of night does two things. It shields the wicked and awakens desire. As I sit here, my eyes wander between a bible I fear and respect and the three people I crave so much I’d be willing to burn in damnation.
Life is a mean bitch with a sick sense of humor. Choices that make us happy in the mortal realm are the same ones that cause us the most harm in the afterlife. But in the stillness, sunsets and rainbows flood my mind, and for a moment, I conceive that it’s okay to be happy in this world with no thought of what’s coming in the next.
My eyes linger on Noelle. She’s nestled between Cas and Lorne. They’re her shelter and the storm. I don’t understand how she’s come to mean so much to not one but all of us in such a short time.
But isn’t that the meaning of a miracle, a phenomenon that you can’t explain? It simply is. She is much like a prophet, a message of hope, absolution, and redemption sent to sinners by God to guide them.
She creates an adhesive that holds the frail fabric of our sanity intact. Even in moments of pure lust-filled rage, I sense peace when I'm with her. But as much as I want to keep her and how desperately I need her, I know we’ll destroy her.
I place the bible on the nightstand and head into the washroom. The glare of the warm white light magnifies the new wounds on my body. I scrub my face with my bandaged hands. A reminder of how fucked up I truly am. The horror she must have felt when she walked into the room and saw me, the sheer bewilderment and shock that likely coursed through her body.
Before I can stop myself, my hand connects with the mirror, creating a fractured spider. I laugh as I gaze at the dispersed lines. The fragments are much like my mind—the source of trauma in the center and twisted lines around it. My destruction was forged in the womb. I never had a chance.
“Declan?”
I shut my eyes. Even in my waking hours, her voice still haunts me. I grip the belt lying on the counter and wrap it around my hand before I strike my back. “Loving Lord Jesus, for too long have I kept you out of my life. I accept that I am a sinner and cannot save myself.”