Page 65 of Of Angels & Absolution

“Hey, look at that, I am like your brother,” I say, dragging the soggy body off my dick and tossing it aside. “You don’t get me off, and I’d rather fuck anything than you.”

With a sob, Mercy dives after her bear while I pull gooey threads of cotton off my piercing before tucking myself away. I expect Mercy to curl up and cry about it, but she snatches the bear and shoots to her feet, taking off for the door.

Taken by surprise, I don’t react for a second, not until she’s out the door, leaving it swinging behind her.

Oh fuck. She wants me to chase her.

She must. She knows I will, that I’m into that. I barely take the time to buckle my belt before I take off after her.

By the time I step out of her room, she’s already disappearing down the stairs. I pound down the hall, adrenaline surging inside me like it does when I’m behind the wheel at the starting line; like I just did a line of Maverick’s finest, purest cocaine.

I hear the door to the next floor bang open when she exits the stairwell just as I reach it. Too bad. I would have liked to fuck her on the stairs. I reach the second floor and take off at a dead sprint. She’s fast—faster than I expected.

I’m faster.

In the first-floor hallway, I crash into her from behind, and she goes to the ground, falling flat on her belly. I hear the air whoosh from her lungs, rendering her speechless. She can’t even scream when I yank up her nightgown again, yank aside her panties, and bury two fingers deep, deep inside her. I groan at the tightness, the wetness. She’s soaked, her pussy drenching my fingers and gripping them so tight I swear I black out for a second.

I’m still punching my fingers into her sloppy cunt when I regain my wits, the sound echoing through the empty hallway with her choking pleas for mercy.

“I’ll give you something to beg for,” I growl, dragging my fingers out of the tight suck of her cunt. I reach into my boot and yank out my knife, flicking it open.

She shrieks in terror, but before she can even try to roll away, I flip her over and thrust the hilt deep inside her. She shrieks again, arching to get away. I drag the knife out and slam the handle back into her, stabbing her over and over and overin a frenzy, as if I’m fucking her with the blade. She’s screaming and sobbing, and when I look down and see that she’s drenched in blood, I think for a second I blacked out again and turned the knife around. Then I see that my hand is sliced wide open between my finger and thumb, so deep I can see white inside my skin where the tendons show. I didn’t even feel it through the fury and soaring, rapturous joy.

I yank open my belt. Even though I just came, my cock is aching already, so hard it springs free the instant I unzip.

I grab it and shove it between her thighs, groaning when it slicks through my warm blood before notching at her entrance.

“Please,” she sobs. “I’ll do anything you want, Heath. Anything! Just please don’t put it all the way in.”

“Who are you saving it for?” I demand, my fingers wrapping around her throat, my gaze drilling into hers. “If I can’t have you, then tell me who can.”

“I don’t—”

“Then it’s me,” I snap.

“No!” she cries, her words tumbling over each other as she rushes to speak before I can take the innocence she holds so dear. “Saint. If one of you is going to take my virginity, I choose Saint. Please, Heath. You can do it after, just let me choose this one thing. It’s all I’ll ask for. I promise. I’ll do anything you want, as long as you want. I’ll be your slave. Just let me have this one thing. I’m begging you.”

I’m blind with lust. Seeing her pussy painted in my blood is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. But even in that state, I hear what she’s offering.

“Just the tip,” I growl, and I grind my tip in a half inch, then force the thickest part of my crown past her entrance.

“Please!” She writhes in agony, popping her pussy off the pierced tip of my cock.

With a growl, I drag her back, gripping my cock just below the head and forcing it past the tightness of her opening again. She shrieks and bucks, but the slickness of my blood is the lube I need to enter her. With one sharp thrust, my tip is gripped in the snug, hot sheath of her entrance a third time. I pull out and shove back in, fucking her tight opening looser and looser with each shallow thrust, until I can pass into it easily. She’s sobbing and shaking under me, but her entrance sucks greedily at my tip each time it nestles into the squeeze of her bloody, virgin cunt.

My head swims with the image of driving myself to the hilt inside her, watching her writhe like a butterfly pinned to a cloth as she lies there, impaled and ruined, voiceless and breathless with agony.

I grip my cock tighter, barely holding on. My ragged breathing echoes through the hall like the agonized last breaths of a dying man. The Master didn’t give me permission. The thought of being cast from the Hellhounds for this transgression is the sliver of conscience I need to stop me from burying myself balls deep inside her and feeling her clench in waves along my length, crushing my shaft in the death-grip of her resistance.

The image undoes me, though, and I jerk forward, my cock straining for another inch that I won’t give. Gripped inside her battered, swollen, fevered skin, the head of my cock throbs, the vein thickening in my fist as my cum spills into her, filling her entrance. It oozes out around my shaft, white globules mixing with the blood as it drips from her delicate, stretched skin, over my fist, down my balls as they draw up, emptying another round inside her.

For a long, long moment, neither of us move. Her shaky breaths mingle with my labored ones, and I lean down, running the flat of my tongue up her cheek, gathering her tears andtasting them with the greedy delight that Angel gets from eating pussy.

“Am I… Am I still a virgin?” Mercy asks, sounding dazed.

“For about…” I push up from her and check my watch. “Half an hour longer.”

“What?”

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