Page 3 of Pope’s Purgatory

They fucking mesmerized me the moment they locked with mine all those years ago. There’s always so much fucking life in them.

Birdie’s eyesarethe windows to her fucking soul.

She tangles her fingers into my hair and slides her lips across mine. When she pulls back, her eyes have softened, roaming my face as if she’s reassuring herself that I’m home safe.

“A ghrá mo chroí,” she whispers in her father’s native language.

Love of my heart.

Fuck.

A sense of foreboding constricts my lungs as I stare at her.

“Fucking love you, Birdie,” I growl.

I don’t say it often, so when I do, I get the pleasure of watching that light in her eyes brighten in a way that I fucking crave.

“I love you more, my beast.”

“Everything good here?”

She rolls her eyes and smirks. “You know those bitches only run their mouths behind my back. They’re not brave enough to talk that shit to my face.”

I walk us to the closest table and sit her on it. “For someone so tiny, you’ve got one set of balls on you, little mama.”

“Dude, do you not see the environment I’m in? If I don’t, this life will eat me alive.”

Her words remind me of the target on her back and fear runs through me so hard that I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her face to mine. I slam my lips against hers, devouring hermouth and swallowing the taste of her so it coats the back of my throat.

My dick is hard as stone snuggled up against the heat of her cunt. If I could live inside her, I’d bury myself there and never come up for air.

If I must destroy this woman to save her life, blood will be shed, and it won’t just be mine or hers.

Birdie yanks her face away and sucks in gulps of air. I growl, upset at losing the one thing that quieted the chaos.

She pats my chest. “Calm down, my wild beast. As much as I love soaking you into my lungs, I need to be able to breathe.”

“Your breaths are mine,” I growl, tightening my fingers around her throat.

Her eyes bliss out and her lips curl lovingly. She lifts a hand to my cheek, and I lean my face into it.

“They are, Apollonos,” she whispers, using my given name not many know. “All of me is yours. But you won’t have it if I’m no longer pulling air into my lungs.”

My top lip lifts at the corner in a snarl, and the brat fucking laughs at me.

“Do what you need so you can take me home and fuck me.”

“I can fuck you right here, right now.”

She lifts a brow. “I’m sure you can, but I’m not in the mood to be put on display today.”

“Fine,” I pout, watching as laughter dances over her face.

I step out from between her legs and reach between them to cup her heat. “Tonight, this pretty little cunt is mine to abuse.”

Birdie pushes my hand away with a laugh and hops down, leaning her head back to peer up at me with a wicked smile. “If you’re a good boy,” she teases, turning away.

My hand cracks against her ass. “Fucking brat.”

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