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)
She goes to run, but I grab her wrist, pulling her back to me. Her legs kick from under her as she lands a knee to my cock. Fuck, she’s hot. “If hurting me is your thing, I might let you have a little fun.”
She hisses like a kitten as her hands move to my face and her thumbs dig into my eyes. I stumble back to collect myself, and she bolts into the trees. My cock is about to fucking explode. There’s nothing hotter when prey fights back, to know that the hunt won’t be easy, that she won’t just lie there defeated.
I kick the dirt under my feet and rub my eyes before I chase after her. “You can run, Cub, but you’ll never be able to hide.”
“Fuck you!” she yells.
“That’s the plan, baby. To fuck. But I think it will be me fucking you. It’s not fair for you to give that pretty pink pussy to my brother and not to me. I’ve never been too good at being left out.”
My longer strides have no problem catching up to her. I grip her shirt and pull her toward me, circling her waist and exploring the softness of her belly before roaming up and grabbing her large tits.
She fights me, throwing elbows to get away, but my grip is firm, refusing to let her go. “Keep fighting, Cub. It’s a fucking turn-on. I’d enjoy it if you didn’t want it and I made you.”
“You’re a sick fuck.”
I bark out a laugh. “No shit, Captain Obvious. You saw my collection of limbs, didn’t you? How do you think they got there?” A tremor runs through her body. “Don’t worry, baby. I didn’t rape any of them. I fucked a few of them first. You should have seen the terror in their eyes when I removed their arm with the chainsaw.”
She kicks beneath me, lowering her head and biting my neck so hard that I let her go so she doesn’t take off a chunk of my flesh. She takes off running as soon as my arms drop. But she doesn’t make it far as she hits Asmodeus right in the chest.
“Look here. We’ve caught ourselves a pretty little doe.”
I sneer as I step forward, tugging her shirt until it rips down her chest, exposing her flesh. Her tits rise and fall, and her breathing quickens as she struggles against Asmodeus. My mouth waters as I take in her black bra pushing up her huge tits and exposing her supple flesh. “Fuck, Cub. It should be a damn sin to have a body like yours.”
Her eyes blister with contempt as if her sheer will could set me on fire. “Yes, Cub. Hate me. I’ll make fucking you that much better.”
“Do you still want this?” Iblis’ voice breaks through the noise.
“I don’t have a choice now, do I?” Eden spits.
Iblis steps from the shadows. He walks toward Eden, concern laced in his emerald eyes. The same look he gave me years ago. Eyes flooded with sadness and regret, begging in silence for forgiveness.
“I need the information,” Eden whispers, her words overflowing with desperation and regret.
Better men would give her what she needs and let her go on her merry way, but I’ve never claimed to be a good man. Perhaps I could’ve been decent, kind even, but I was forged in hell to be the hand of Satan, manipulated and tortured to have kindness and empathy bred out of me.
“Do it, Abaddon,” his voice demands as he cowers over me.
“That’s not my name. Stop calling me that.”
His large hands grip my neck. I’m terrified that he’ll do those things again. I close my eyes and return to the one place where Asmodeus and I were safe and happy. It was a long time ago. I was eight the last time I saw the white picket fence and the sweet smile of kindness.
“You have a choice, Abaddon. You complete the task before you, or I’ll punish you again.”
If only his punishments were just the marks on my body, but they aren’t. He makes me do things, touch things, and that’s worse than any pain inflicted on my flesh. The worst parts aren’t when he does those things to me. It’s when he does it to Asmodeus or makes Iblis take his place. I witness the way Iblis cries as he follows orders. Asmodeus hates him for it. He blames Iblis for being weak, but he doesn’t understand that Iblis didn’t start off like that. But how can one ward off the devil when he’s shooting you up with poison as he whispers in your ear?
I know nothing about the boy lying in front of me. He looks older than me, but not much. What are his dreams? His hopes? Does he love anyone?