Chapter 17

ChapterSeventeen

ASMODEUS

I walk to Eden and drizzle the cum from her pussy from my mouth into hers. I bend and whisper in her ear, “You make the prettiest cum guzzler.”

“It’s fucked up that you licked my cum. You’re freakier than I thought,” Abaddon says with a shit-eating grin.

I growl at him. “Shut up before I smash your face in.”

My eyes roam to Eden. She breathes heavily as she comes down from her multiple orgasms. Her cum-filled mouth is open wide.

“Close your mouth and push it between your teeth,” I demand.

She turns to me, and her eyes throw daggers. She’s pissed, but she’ll still do what I ask. It’s like a game of chicken, but I’m sure she’ll tap out first.

I watch as cum and spit squeeze out between her teeth. I don’t know why, but it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. “Swallow. Fill your belly with our cum.” Her lips close, and her throat bobs as she does as she’s told. “Good girl.”

My cock rises again, and I’m tempted to give her another orgasm, but she looks exhausted, and her body can’t take any more. Not tonight, anyway.

Bending, I secure her in my arms and lift her off the ground. She doesn’t fight me. Instead, she wraps her arms around my neck, and her soft breath lands on my exposed skin.

Abaddon and Iblis follow behind but remain silent. I’m sure to them my actions are shocking since I’ve rarely shown kindness toward Iblis after I’ve fucked him like an animal. I’ve wanted to take care of Iblis, but the memories are like a boot against my neck, threatening to crush me when it comes to him.

The smell of Abaddon’s freshly lit joint hovers in the air around us as we walk through the field of dead bodies decaying in the cemetery.

“Iblis, grab the door,” I instruct.

With his head cast down as if he’s done something unholy, Iblis turns the knob, pushing the door open for us to pass through. He always feels remorse after fucking. I’m unsure if it’s because he’s ashamed of liking it or guilty for making Abaddon and me into men who enjoy it. No matter how anyone tries to slice it, Iblis shaped my brother and me into who we are today.

I rush Eden to my bathroom, holding her as I turn on the shower. Standing under the water, I allow the rainfall to drench our clothes. Her eyes are shut, her face turned up to the stream as her thick, dark hair sticks to her face.

Her eyes slowly open as she takes in the shower stall. “You guys fuck in here a lot, huh?” she asks, peering up at me. She appears much more fragile now. Innocent.

“We have a time or two,” I say as I gently place her on the shower bench before pouring soap into my hand. I’d use a cloth usually, but some of the scrapes she received in the forest look tender, and I don’t want to cause her additional pain.

Her soft skin beneath my hand is enough to make my dick stand at attention.

Her small hand covers mine. “I can wash myself. This isn’t necessary.”

“I have to do this. It’s a need.”

Eden scoffs. “You have no problem treating Iblis like shit and discarding him. One might say he got it worse than I did.”

Her words are a punch in the face. Fast, fierce, and ferocious. My first instinct is to lash out, to turn her around and make her suffer as I fuck her raw before walking out. But it hurts when I treat Iblis like that, and I can’t handle doing it to another person. It’s why I’ve never willingly fucked anyone other than Iblis. Not until Eden. “You should keep quiet when you don’t understand what you’re talkin’ about. You have no idea why I treat anyone the way I do. Iblis gets what he needs.”

“Not from you.”

I focus on lathering her skin, letting her heavy statement sit between us. “He should have thought about that before he created me.”

“What do you mean, he created you?”

I’m annoyed at her persistence. She’s like a damn dog with a bone. She’ll keep poking at the wound until she’s satisfied I’ve bled out in front of her. Usually, this kind of inconvenience would cause me to slash her throat and watch her blood swirl down the drain. But the thought of seriously harming her irritates me.

I’m not going to sit here and tell her how scared I was when I held Iblis in my arms in the shower, praying that he’d wake up.

Or how to this day, the image of a needle is the only thing that can bring me to my knees.

She doesn’t need to know that after everything, he didn’t love Abaddon and me enough to get better. He still chose dope over us.

“Let’s just say that Iblis has been fucking me one way or another since I was eight years old. I’m just returning the favor.”

“You two have been sexually active since you were eight?”

“Not by choice. Iblis helped groom me when I was eight. He was ten at the time. We were used at parties. The church had masked parties with the clergy and other prominent church donors. Road, the man who raised us, supplied the boys.”

A sharp intake of air, followed by a sob. Her hand flies to my neck, and her fingertips slide underneath my mask.

I grip her wrist. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Let me see you,” she whispers.

“There’s nothing to see. My face won’t change that I’m a shell of a man with the heart of a monster.”

She leans forward, touching her forehead to mine. “Then show me the monster.”

I drop my hand, and she peels the drenched cotton off my skin, exposing my flesh to the warmth of the water and the heat of her touch. She says nothing, just glides her fingers over my skin as if trying to brand it into her memory. I flinch as she gently touches the three-inch gash on my right cheek, a constant reminder of what happens when you try to do good.

“What happened,” she asks, bending and placing a gentle kiss in the center of the scar.

“Iblis cut me open with a six-inch hunting knife when he was tweaking out.”

A sharp inhale of breath. “Iblis? Iblis is a junkie?”

“Started with prescription pills, then heroin, then meth. Meth was Road’s favorite. It made Iblis lethal. Once, I saw him slice through five men in fifteen minutes. It was as if he was a machine.” I touch the spot where her lips were a moment ago. “The irony is that it was the last time he ever held a knife. This happened when I was forcing him into detox. I saved his life, and he maimed my face.”

“I like it. It adds character. And as they say, chicks dig scars.”

I stare at her as she swallows, her fingers fidgeting. I sigh as I work my hands further up her body, paying extra attention to her giant tits, itching to take a nipple into my mouth and bite. “Ask your questions.”

“If you hate him so much, why continue to be with him?”

I bark out a laugh. “Hate him? What makes you think that? I love him. I’ve loved him since I was eight.”

“Then why do you keep hurting him?”

“Because I’m a sadist, and he’s a masochist. We need it. I need to create his pain to heal, and he needs me to hurt him.”

“You were worse to him than you were to me in the forest. Why isn’t he getting this Prince Charming treatment?”

“He can’t handle it. He has a hard enough time accepting it from Abaddon. No more questions, Eden.”

We remain silent as I continue to clean her body of debris before I turn off the water and bundle her in a large white towel.

“I need clothes. Mine are probably ripped to shreds in the forest.”

I place her on the bed and hand her a T-shirt. “Your shirt is long gone, but Iblis is washing your pants, and your jacket is right there.” I point to the chair in my room. “Get some sleep.”

She discards the shirt on my bed before turning to me. “Not until I get what I came here for.”

Right on cue, Iblis busts through the door. “I’ve got your pants.”

“Thanks,” she says a little too sweetly as she takes them from him.

Iblis nods before putting his head down and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.

“You know you can stay,” I tell her as I pull an envelope from the safe.

She jumps up and snatches it from my hand before holding it to her chest. “No. I’ve been looking for this information for a long time, and this is the closest I’ve been in twenty years.”

****

The haze of smoke from my cigarette surrounds me as I take a long swig of bourbon, savoring how it burns my throat. It’s my tenth smoke and my fifth glass of whiskey, but nothing is drowning the memory of her touch or the scent of her skin.

My door flings open. Abaddon strides in, his eyes frantically moving around the room. “Where’s Eden?”

“She left.” I discard the glass and lift the liquor bottle to my lips. I chug as much as I can, hoping to numb the ache. This is a devastation I didn’t know I could experience.

Abaddon passes me the joint.

I take it and chase the whiskey with a haul. “She got what she wanted, and she left.”

“Why’d you let her?”

I blow a ring of smoke and watch it dissipate. “We had a deal.”

“Your pride is going to keep you miserable. You’re my brother, and I love you. But you’re an idiot. She made you feel, and it freaked you out.”

“She did no such thing,” I snap.

Abaddon lies back on my bed, puffing at the joint as silence falls between us.

The weight of the situation hits me with brute force. I let her go to the Cinders, and who knows what they have in mind. Those guys are known for keeping their word, but was I going to risk it all working out for her? “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“We gonna go get our girl now?”

“Let’s go.”