Page 55 of Drag You Down
It’s the lava of hell, filling me up and burning my innocence and purity away.
There’s no time for regret, not here, not now.
There’s only room forus.
Gabriel takes my cock in his hand and starts stroking it. I didn’t even realize I was completely hard again. I still feel oversensitized from my last orgasm, but it’s so good too. I thrust into his hand, chasing a second release.
“Come on, boy,” Gabriel murmurs. “Come for Daddy.”
My breath catches, and I know it won’t be long before I’m spilling into his hand, just as I had all over my own chest what feels like mere moments ago.
This time when my climax takes me, the sound I make is more like a desperate wail.
Gabriel releases my cock and presses closer, stifling my wail with his mouth. I cry into him, clutching his blood-slicked back harder even as his cock softens and slips out of me.
“Beautiful,” Gabriel murmurs when my cries subside. “My perfect little lamb.”
In the wake of so much pleasure, I can only cling to him for a moment before my limbs go boneless and I collapse against the bed.
I’m not sure what to say, too afraid that anything I might utter will shatter this perfect moment, so I don’t say anything at all. Instead, I only gaze up at him, then I reach up with one bloody hand to touch his cheek. It smears crimson across it, and I wonder how many times his face has gotten touched by blood as he kills.
He smiles at me, blood and all.
With a sinking pit in my stomach, I realize my mistake.
I gave the Devil the key to my soul.
And I don’t know if I want it back.
CHAPTER 12
GABRIEL
Me
I have a new boy.
Itext Dominick, then I glance at Levi, who’s fast asleep in my bed. I smile. My cheeks hurt from how much I’ve been smiling.
Ichabod has curled up against Levi’s chest, and the two of them look absolutely adorable.
After a few seconds, my phone buzzes with a response.
Dom
Pics or it didn’t happen.
I take a quick photo of Levi, fast asleep with an adorable little smear of blood on his cheek.
I don’t send it to Dom though. This is only for me. My precious lamb, who gave me his first time andthrivedunder it. My back still twinges from the scratches, and I sigh happily.
I’m less happy when Levi turns and I can see the scars on his back.
Penance.
That must be how Zachariah keeps his victims complacent. If they disobey him, they get whipped. And Levi has borne the brunt of that ire, for whatever stupid reasons were sold to him.
There’s also the problem of the basement.
