Sinful: Chapter 46
The last fucking thing I wanted to do was deal with Sully while at Chapel Crest. I’d only watched him fuck a body the day before after I’d gutted it. The places he’d put his dick had sickened me, but my job wasn’t to bitch. It was to learn my enemies from their insides out.
And Sully was my enemy.
He thought he was going to be a good servant to me when I came into power.
The only fucking thing he’d be good for is a new rug. I smiled at the idea of skinning him and laying him out to walk on like a bearskin rug.
He’d be the rug in the room where I planned on hanging my father’s head from his mounted spot on the wall. Like a fucking animal because that’s what he was.
But so was I.
I hoped someday my own kid would do me the honor of putting my sick fucking mind out of its misery.
Of course, I’d not go out before my specter. After that, I’d freely go anywhere anyone wanted. If it was straight to hell, so be it.
But I’d claw my way out to find my girl. A demon on a mission. I knew that much. Heaven didn’t have high enough walls to keep me out.
“Dante. You’re back. I’ve only just arrived this morning.” Sully greeted me with a half-assed grin.
I said nothing, eyeing him with distaste. His smile faltered a bit.
“We had a good time yesterday—”
I held my hand up to silence him. “We don’t talk about shit like that here. Got it? We aren’t friends. You’re a piece of trash that will eventually get dragged back into hell when the time is right. Until then, you fuck whatever you need to fuck and keep it to your damn self, you sick prick.”
He let out a soft laugh. “You can’t tell me your dick wasn’t hard watching me run my cock through his skull. Maybe I can do that soon to Sirena if you misbehave. Everett said—”
I punched him so hard that he fell over his desk and toppled to the floor. I was on him in an instant, my fist hammering repeatedly into his face. Blood gushed from the cracks I was putting into his skin and pouring out onto his clothes and my hand.
Fuck it.
I was simply going to kill him and send parts of him to my old man. I was done. No one talked about my girl like that. There was no coming back from it.
“Enough!”
I’d been so lost in my rage that I hadn’t noticed Vice Headmaster Atkins come in. He tugged me off Sully, who lay on the floor, in and out of consciousness, blubbering incoherently about what he was going to do to me. What he was going to tell my father.
The dead can’t scream. I always made sure of that.
“Easy. Dante. Dante. Look at me.” Atkins gripped my shoulders and shook me. “Hey. Over here. Dante. DANTE!”
I looked away from the fucked-up face of Sully and back to Atkins.
“There we go.”
“Let me finish it,” I said in a monotone. “I won’t even say you were here.”
“But I am here, and I can’t let you do that. It’s not worth it. You know it’s not. Go back to your room, and I’ll make sure he doesn’t die. Your father would lose it if he died. You know that.”
“He’d lose it if either of you died,” I said before clenching my jaw hard. “You’re both his fucking minions.”
“You know that’s not true.” He gave me an even look. “You know what survival looks like, Dante. Don’t pretend like you don’t. We’re the same. We’re both just trying to live.”
I let out a snort. He was right. I hated he was.
“Go back to your place. See your friends. It’s been too long. I’ll handle this.”
I glance to Sully on the floor, blubbering like a lunatic, before turning and leaving the room without a word.
Atkins was a decent guy. Mostly. He was stuck like the rest of us. I knew the feeling all too well. While he didn’t make it to the Underground, he did what he had to do here to stay alive. That was just how life worked in our world.
I knew I was covered in that shitbag’s blood, but I didn’t care. Atkins was right. I’d been away for too long. I needed my family to bring me back down.
As quickly as I could, I made my way to the house, vowing I’d kill Sin if he were inside. When I opened the door, it was to find Ashes and Stitches sitting on the couch with Sirena’s feet on Stitches’s lap and her head on Ashes’s.
“What the fuck happened—” Stitches started while Ashes’s eyes widened.
I said nothing and stomped forward before dragging Sirena off them and bringing her into my arms.
She let out a little grunt, still asleep. I took in the dried tears on her face and shot them both a sharp look.
“Why was she crying?” I demanded in a soft, dangerous voice.
“Just. . . a bad day,” Ashes said dully. “You know how that goes. We gave her some meds to bring her down so she could sleep it off.”
I did know how bad days went.
Without another word, I took her upstairs to my bedroom, determined to make both our bad days into a good one.
When I got inside, I laid her on my bed, noting her deep breathing. She was out. Perfect. I needed this.
I didn’t bother to wash the blood off my hands and face. Instead, I carefully undressed her and stared at her beauty, taking in all the dips and curves before stripping my own clothes off.
“So beautiful,” I murmured before moving to the bed so I could spread her legs. I parted them easily, taking in the very place I planned on burying myself in only moments.
Fuck, she was perfection.
I’d missed her so damn much while I’d been away. All I’d wanted was to see her. Hold her. Kiss her. Fuck her.
And now I was home, and we were here.
I moved forward and lapped gently at her pretty pink pussy, enjoying how bare she was for me. How she tasted. How her warm body felt beneath mine, perfectly helpless and open to whatever I wanted.
Fuck, it was her I wanted. All of her.
I continued to eat her sweet center, sucking gently against her clit, my dick getting harder by the second as she let out a soft little moan, her breathing heavy.
Carefully, I pushed a digit into her wet channel, noting how gloriously tight she was before adding another. I fucked her with my fingers for a moment, hooking them to hit that spot that could get her off while I continued to flick my tongue against her clit.
She came easily, her orgasm making her unconscious body tremble and her wetness rushing out like a fucking volcano.
I ate it all down, eager for more, but knowing my cock wasn’t going to hold out. It ached with want.
I shifted my face away from her pussy and withdrew my fingers before moving forward, my dick in hand. Staring down at her, I took in the relaxed look on her face. Her plump lips. The way her long lashes fanned out against her porcelain cheeks. How her chest rose and fell with each breath she took.
She really was glorious.
Without fanfare, I shoved my way into her hot center, making her body tense at my sudden rough intrusion.
I fucked the same way I shoved into her.
Hard.
She felt like heaven with her pussy sheathed around my cock.
I fucked into her, jostling her while I sucked against her lush tits, leaving my mark along her pale skin.
When I was finished with her tits, I moved to her lips, where I kissed her, never once slowing down on fucking her.
It was when I pulled away to stare down at her that her lashes fluttered.
She was changing. I knew she was. I’d seen it in her eyes before I’d left. She was a sweet little monster deep down inside.
I wanted to tear down the prison she kept herself in and bring her true self into the light.
I’d had plenty of time to think on it. She’d still be my sweet girl, but she’d also be the hellfire the world needed.
That I needed.
I slammed into her hard.
Her eyelids flew open, and she stared up at me, her bottom lip wobbling and tears in her eyes.
“Hello, specter,” I husked out, not slowing for a moment. “Your monster is home.”
She answered by shifting beneath me in such a way so that she had me on my back. I could have stopped her, but I liked her this way. I liked the monster she was becoming.
She straddled me, my dick buried to the hilt inside her tight heat, and rode me, her tits bouncing in my face.
“Fuck,” I groaned out when she pinned my arms over my head and continued her assault.
I rushed to thrust upward to meet her movements, completely lost in her magnificent pussy and everything that was her. My specter.
“Keep riding me like that, and you’re going to make me come,” I growled, nipping at a breast and making her breathe heavier. “Is that what you want? To make me fill you with my come?”
She answered by moving faster, her hands tightening on my wrists as she fucked me. Her long black hair brushed against my face. My chest. The smell of her perfume flooded my senses.
She was all I knew. All I wanted. A creature as broken as I was who I’d kill for.
I overpowered her and was on her in an instant, hammering away inside her body while she arched her back as her impending orgasm teased her.
Quickly, I tugged her forward so she was on my lap this time. She rode me as much as I rode her back.
And then she came with her head back and her chest heaving, her walls clenching around my dick.
I had no choice but to follow her into oblivion, shooting my load deep inside her with a groan I was sure the guys could hear downstairs.
I loved getting laid.
But I loved getting laid by her the most.
It had been way too fucking long.
We slowed to a stop, and I kissed her gently. Softly.
She pulled away and stared into my eyes for a moment before she ran her fingers lightly along my face, asking the question without words.
“It’s Sully’s,” I answered her silent question. “He pissed me off today. I doubt he’ll do it again.”
I cradled her face, taking in her reaction.
Slowly, she took my bloodied hand and drew one of my fingers deep into her mouth and sucked.
Fuck. Me.
My perfect girl.
“Oh, specter. I’ll willingly give you all the blood of your enemies if you want it.” I watched her tongue on my finger. Felt the suction of her mouth as she continued to suck and taste my small gift to her.
“You’re really my little monster, aren’t you?” I mused when she finally released my finger.
She gave me a tiny smile.
I smiled back.
“Fucking perfect, baby.” And it was. I proved it by putting her on her knees and fucking into her body once more, my fingers fisted in her hair as she clung to my headboard.
The perfect welcome home gift.