Page 205 of Satan's Spawn
“Yes, you can,” I promise him. “Let me be your first.”
He buries his head in my neck, hips still thrusting. “Little Ghost, you don’t understand,” he mumbles, kissing the sensitive area by my shoulder.
“I don’t need to in order to know this is something we both need.”
It’s so damn irresponsible for me to suggest Crayton comes inside me, but I need to feel closer to him and further from Felix.
I need to know I have a part of Crayton that no one else ever had. I need to know he’s really mine this time.
“Are you sure?” he asks when our gazes connect again.
“More than anything.”
Crayton’s lips smash into mine, filled with desperation and longing, and we stay this way as his body slams into me over and over again. It feels nothing short of amazing.
No tongues are used because we’re holding our breaths for what’s about to happen, and once it does Crayton freezes inside me, where I feel a warm sensation and his cock twitch. My lungs are finally able to deflate.
He grunts into my lips, his eyes squeezing tight as his hips jerk a few times. He doesn’t relax until it’s done.
When it is, his hand finds my face, and he presses his forehead against mine.
“Who the fuck knew this was possible…” Crayton laughs through a ragged breath.
“What is possible?” I ask, closing my eyes when he places a tender kiss on my forehead.
“That a Little Ghost like you could bring the Devil to his knees.”
33
CRAYTON
When an animal is found suffering, most times, the humane thing to do is put it out of its misery.
But what about when the animal deserves it?
Maybe you shouldn’t take the dog hit by a car to a vet because it was chasing some helpless kitten.
Shoot the injured bear dead because he was about to slaughter a family.
Or treat the unconscious guy on a hospital bed because he’s actually some girl’s rapist, and her father delivered justice.
It’s those fickle gray lines that I find myself bulldozing through every chance I get.
The only difference this time is that it’s personal.
I may not be Rebecca’s father but it doesn’t make her any less mine.
It was my fault she slipped through the cracks, found herself alone in a tunnel with Riverside’s biggest predator, and was forced to her knees by him. Therefore it’s my job to make sure he pays in full for his crimes.
Rebecca made me promise not to kill Fucker Felix, but my thirst for revenge is no where near quenched.
At the end of the day, I’m doing this for her.
Which is what I keep trying to convince myself of as I watch the piece of shit from behind a tree, walking along the pier alone, bruises and all, headed right for the Hot Spot.
—A.K.A where the hookers like to hang out at two a.m.—
Of course the asshole is fresh from Daddy’s private doctor, already looking for a feminine hole to stick his cock into—the only way his fragile machismo can get some masculinity back.
