Page 21 of Love in the Dark

Cherrie, still breathing heavily, turned her head to look at him. Her eyes sparkle with desire and satisfaction. "Now it's your turn," she says. With a wicked smile, she positions herself between his legs, ready to return the favor and give him the pleasure he deserves. Azazel, still reeling from the intensity of Cherrie's orgasm, knows that this night is far from over.

"My love, I have drawn you a bath. I thought you might enjoy a relaxing soak after our... energetic activities." His deep voice rumbles, sending a delightful shiver down Cherrie's spine.

She sits up in bed, the sheets pooling around her naked body. "Mmm, you know me too well,” Cherrie purrs, her blue eyes lighting up at the thought of a warm bath. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stands. She walks toward the bathroom, the bathrobe Azazel holds out for her billowing softly. Cherrie shoots a curious glance at her lover. "So, what were you looking at on your phone earlier?"

Azazel smirks, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. "Just a little bonus for a job well done. Boss says he is very pleased with my recent work." He steps closer to Cherrie, his tall presence engulfing her as he drapes the bathrobe gently around her shoulders.

"Oh really?" Cherrie's interest piques, and she leans into Azazel, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of the wildness that draws them together. "They paid you for both? But you didn’t…”

“I don’t know. All I know is I received two payments,” Azazel confirms. Azazel's eyes darken with a mix of desire and something else—a hint of the possessiveness that runs deep within him. "But we can definitely afford to stay as long as you'd like. And as for the amount... Let's just say it's enough to keep us comfortable for quite some time." He catches her finger in his mouth, his breath warm against her skin, sending delicious shivers down her spine.

Cherrie giggles, a playful, mischievous sound. "That's wonderful, Daddy. But I want to know exactly how much. I have a feeling it's a substantial sum, and I want to plan our next moves accordingly." She slips out of his embrace and into the bathroom, the soft swish of the bathrobe filling the air when she moves.

Azazel follows, his gaze drinking in the sight of her. "$5,000 for each hit." His voice holds a note of amusement while he watches her lower herself into the steamy bathwater, her face relaxing into a blissful expression.

Azazel moves to the bath, kneeling beside it, his eyes never leaving her face. "You know I do it all for us, my love. Providing for you, keeping you safe and satisfied... It's what drives me. And now, we can really enjoy a vacation. Relax, indulge, and plan our next moves.”

“If they really are trying to get rid of us, we just have to be careful and keep moving.” His thumb brushes against her cheek gently, his touch feather-light.

Cherrie opens her eyes, reaching up to take his hand in hers. "I love how you take care of me, Azazel. It's one of the many reasons I'm so deeply in love with you.”

Azazel's gaze intensifies, a mix of emotions flickering in the depths. "You, Cherrie, are my heart's desire. My every nightmare come true.”

Cherrie's breath hitches, her eyes shining with a combination of desire and adoration. "We'll create new, passionate memories, just you and I, in the most romantic, wild settings we can find. It will be our own private paradise, far from the constraints of society." She steps out of the bath and into his embrace, her head resting on his broad chest.

Azazel holds her tightly, his arms a shield of protection and love. "Our life together is a wild, unhinged adventure, and I wouldn't have it any other way. We'll create a trail of memoriesand bodies across the globe, my love. A trail that only two lovers like us could leave."

Chapter Eleven

Karma’s A Bitch

It’s been a week since their last job–they have been tracking a couple that runs a foster home. The couple have been verbally, mentally, emotionally and sexually abusing the children in their home. Azazel makes an anonymous call to CPS to have the children removed. One night while the couple, Lilith and Ryan are sleeping, Azazel and Cherrie break into their home and chloroform them both before dragging them outside and placing them into their trunk. They then make their way to an abandoned bar.

The dimly lit room is sparse with a bar table, some chairs, and the couple bound to them. Azazel and Cherrie have been tracking this pair for weeks, and now their fun is about to begin. The man and woman are terrified, and rightfully so.

Their wide eyes dart between their captors, taking in Azazel's tall, muscular frame and Cherrie's piercing blue eyes. They can see the madness in their eyes, a dangerous glint that promises pain and pleasure in equal measure. Azazel runs a hand over hishead, a sinister smile spreading across his face as he looks at the man–tied down and vulnerable. "You both know why we're here. You've been very naughty, abusing and neglecting your foster children, now it's time for your punishment." His deep voice rumbles, sending shivers down the couple's spines.

Cherrie purrs, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh yes, they've been so bad. And we're going to teach them a lesson they'll remember … Even in death." She traces a finger along the woman's trembling jaw, her red-painted nails a stark contrast to her pale skin. "But first, we play."

Without warning, Azazel grabs the Ryan by his brown hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. In a swift motion, Azazel cuts the man's shirt from his body, revealing a toned chest that rises and falls rapidly with each panicked breath. "You see, baby, they've been hiding and running for years. And we can't have that now, can we?" Cherrie smiles, her full lips parting to reveal perfect, white teeth. "No, we can't. But I think they'll be much more compliant after we show them just how much fun pain can be." She produces a knife from nowhere, the silver blade glinting under the low light. Teasingly, she drags the flat side along the woman's cheek, who whimpers, her eyes squeezing shut. "Shhh, it's okay. You'll learn to love it, remember?"

Azazel's eyes darken while he slices through the Ryan’s pants, baring his lower body. "Let's start with something simple. Watch and learn, my pet." Azazel pulls out his bat and begins dragging it before turning to the man, whose eyes are now wide with anticipation and fear. With deliberate slowness, Azazel trails the bat along the man's inner thigh. "You see, pain and pleasure are so closely linked. We're going to blur those lines for them." Cherrie giggles playfully, a sound that belies the cruelty of her actions as she brings the knife to the woman's chest, slicing through her thin shirt to reveal her heaving breasts. "They'reso sensitive, aren't they? Just like you, my love." She glances at Azazel, a shared look of eagerness passing between them.

Azazel grins, his white teeth flashing in the dim light. "Indeed, they are. Now, my pet, batter up." He raises the bat, bringing it down on the man’s penis. “That’s for Kelly.” The sound of the strike echoes in the room, followed by the man's sharp intake of breath and his frantic attempts to pull against his restraints.

"Oh yes, feel it. Feel the burn," Cherrie croons, kneeling in front of the woman and bringing her lips close to her ear. "Soon, we'll be inside your mind, and your body will be ours to play with." She bites the woman's earlobe, then soothes the sting with gentle kisses, running her hands over her breasts. She slowly takes the knife and cuts off the woman's middle and index finger. “That one was for Jamie.”

The woman screamed a high-pitch sound and starts to cry. Lilith pleads, “Please!Please, we’re sorry.”

Cherrie responds mockingly, “We’re sorry … You hear that, Daddy? They’re sorry.”

Azazel laughs. “It is quite too late for apologies.”

The man can’t suppress a groan, his body arching into the chair as the bat falls again, this time across his stomach. "Please... Stop..." he begs, his voice hoarse with a plea of mercy.

"Not yet," Azazel whispers, his hot breath fanning across the man's face. "Not until we've had our fill." He brings the bat down again, this time on the inside of the man's thigh, dangerously close to his aching dick. “That’s for the simple fact that you’re a coward.”

Cherrie squeezes the woman's face and makes two cuts running down her face from her eye to her lips. “I want you to cry crimson for me,” she said, watching Azazel's every move. "That's it, my love. We're almost there. They're ready for the next step." She sits back on her heels, her eyes never leaving the man's face as he writhes beneath Azazel's bat.

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