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Chapter 7

ChapterSeven

Ophelia

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Iwas weak. I tasted the seed of the devil and now I needed more. Beyond research, beyond human curiosity, I was aflame in a dark desire that licked against my sensitive flesh in a way that felt so bad, that I was quickly forgetting what it felt like to be good.

By human standards, I should have felt something other than high at having enabled a murder. Something other than excitement and warped inquisitiveness that had my interest peaked and my heart racing.

A fucking murder.

But pheww, I was free of the burden of even having felt a drop of sorrow or regret.

Fuck me, it was impossible. I never needed Blake to spell it out. This bloke was fucking scum. A cliché if I had ever seen one.

But that was the thing about it, right?

We expected people like this to be far and wide. Never in our reach. Not on our very own doorstep. I brought Blake here to drown his ass in holy water and free myself of the monster I had accidentally summoned, not kill a pedophile.

But here we were.

Right before me, strung up like a Halloween treat.

As he promised, he showed me the other side of human impulse. He filled the curiosity of what would happen if we tested all those dark thoughts we have in the quiet and never told anybody about.

Because it would be wrong, wouldn’t it?

To take a life?

Why though?

Because some asshole sat behind a desk decided to divide humanity and gave special privileges to those in power and with a badge, then expected us little people, the people who were already powerless, already the prey, to play the victim instead of taking our pound of flesh?

I stood and bounced on the balls of my feet. There was a new kind of energy that was coursing through my veins and it wasn’t just the buzz of having a man like Blake hold all of the power. My lungs burned as he cut off my airways, but I had never felt more in control. More empowered knowing that I was the reason he got to finish. Everything about me was a desire he couldn’t resist.

I was afraid, lost to what should be and not what I wanted to be.

A dark angel, a vigilante, and a savior for the weak that thrived in the shadows of the dark. I wanted to be more than an author writing about the pretty depth of profound words. I wanted to be an author who fucking lived them.

“You seem excited, darling. See something you like?” Blake questioned and the dark tone of his voice snapped me back into reality. I was living inside of my mind. In a fantasy of one night being the purge and allowing us to let it all out.

But this wasn’t the purge.

It was Halloween and as the night went on, it got creepier and fucking creepier.

Right now, I’d be more scared of myself than anything else.

I never knew I was capable of such hate.

That I was capable of telling him to kill a man.

And yet here we stood.

I never even questioned it. When the dark thoughts of innocent cries and blood-stained souls that were broken by a man who took a vow with God to always protect them surfaced, something inside of me snapped. I say the first words, the first feeling of hate that consumed my soul, and beyond that, I let everything else fall away. I felt nothing beyond the need to watch this sick man cry for us. Beg for the mercy that he never gave any of those children. I couldn’t. There was no room for mercy when my soul was full of such hate.

“It’s okay, Soul Raiser. It’s okay to want to hurt those who do bad things. After all, the devil might be real, but God isn’t. If not for us, who the fuck would get justice for those who have been hurt? Because it sure as shit would not be the government, and it sure as fuck wouldn’t be some figment of good that has never shown this world an ounce of grace.” He stalked toward me and lifted my chin with the tip of his index finger. I gazed up and stared into his dark and soul-reaching complexities, my breathing slowed as he stared back at me, and all I saw there was the truth, the truth of this dark and hateful world. “They like to paint us black, love. Make us the monsters that walk this earth… The cold and immoral creatures who do wrong and depraved things, but the truth is, we’re the ones saving it.”

I was struck mute because I had never thought of it that way before.

It was a truth we had been conditioned to overlook, to second guess when it crept into the dark recesses of our minds and we then convinced ourselves there was something wrong with us. Any time we had this violent urge to right our wrongs.

The truth was we were all capable of murder, it was just who we murdered that mattered.

I inhaled deeply, then turned my face into his hold, nuzzled open his hand, and rested my face in his cool palm. “I don’t know who the fuck you are, Blake, or where you came from, but I know that I need you to keep this feeling alive,” I whispered.

When you only had a night to be unbound, would you waste it?

Judge me or join me, but we all died in the end anyway.

I refused to meet my maker with regrets.

“Then we have more work to do, love. Because I don’t know how long you’ll have it.” He feathered against my lips as he teased me. I wasn’t naive enough to know this wasn’t a mind fuck, a way for him to seep inside of me and take hold with brutal claws.

If I was a sensible woman, I’d fight it.

But right now, I was a drowning woman and I wanted him to keep me under.

“I know how this ends, Blake. But I won’t be your victim,” I warned him and he smirked against me. My eyes fluttered close, sinking into the feeling of him that surrounded me in utter bliss.

“Smart girl,” he mused. “Naughty girl. I believe punishment is in order for trying to drown me though, don’t you?” The sensual mood changed in a second when he lifted me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as I gasped.

He carried me toward a confessional and kicked open the door, caging us within the small space as he kicked it shut again behind us. With inhuman strength, he lifted me high over his head as he pinned me to the surprisingly sturdy wooden wall. I had to crane my neck, the wall not offering any height beyond one person. How I was placed, with my core to his mouth, I was kissing the ceiling and when he breathed cool breath against my hot core, I couldn’t say that I’d complained.

“For each sin, you confess, I’ll grant you one orgasm. For each lie, I’ll make you beg for Hell,” he whispered as I tried to focus on those words over the pulsating within my ears, the blood rushing to my head. My heart beat frantically, painfully, as my ribs ached in protest. I was flustered, hot and heavy, and needed something to give.

I had an itch, one I needed help to scratch.

“Blake,” I breathed, never having felt like this before. It was like he was inside of me, awakening me and touching every deep-rooted part of me that had been hidden for all of these years. He lit me up with euphoria. He was an ancient kind of power that seeped beneath the surface and sunk vicious claws into my spine, keeping me rooted to nothing but him.

“Confess, Ophelia,” he demanded, his tone harsh and so fucking hot as his hold on the tops of my thighs tightened. I could feel the outline of his fingers branding themselves into my flesh and I flexed, hoping they’d leave a beautiful mark.

I shook my head, rolling it side to side at a loss of what I could say. I was uncertain whether I wanted to run from this overwhelming sensation or give myself over to it, on my knees with an open soul. I was hot and bothered, my mind a thick haze and he hadn’t even touched me yet. I was still wearing my jeans, and the cool air of his breath seeped through the fabric. Something sharp dug into my hip, my eyes snapped open as his growl reverberated through me and he dragged his hand down my thighs as I sat neatly on his shoulders. The seam of my jeans dissolved and they fell from me with ease and draped over his arms that held me. Then “Follow Me Down” By The Pretty Reckless started to whisper around us and I shuddered as if the voice was a sensual feather that caressed my oversensitive flesh.

“You have powers?” I gasped, freaky skull thing aside, he seemed so human. Just as I thought it, he shifted again and it was the half-skeletal man that stood before me.

“I have the ability to take what I want, after all, I am a dead man. We have to have some perks,” he mused lowly as his gaze transfixed on my core that wept for his attention, almost as if it was absent in his mind and the only room he had for thought, was on what fluttered before him.

I quivered, flexing my hips to get closer to his mouth.

The thing my body burned for the most.

He pulled back and turned those non-negotiable eyes to mine. “Confess.”

“What the fuck do you want me to confess?” I hissed as I twitched in arousal.

“A sin.”

“Fine!” I blurted then said the first thing that came to my mind. “Freaky hot serial killers turn me the fuck on!”

He chuckled against me and I bucked at the unexpected sensation. A cool tongue swiped across my core and dampened my panties before sinful teeth ripped them aside. Then he feasted on me like I was his last meal, the air he needed to breathe.

A lifeline.

A shot of the best fucking whisky that saw you through to the end of a very glorious night.

“One orgasm for one confession,” he mumbled into my cunt and the vibrations twisted me into something feral. I couldn’t rock or find a rhythm. I was seized and convulsing under an unnatural tongue that drew inhuman sensations from me like a tidal wave that shattered against the shore.

I came harder than I’d ever come in my life. The stars fell from the sky and danced in my vision. Darkness encroached, and I faded for a moment before a stark uproar electrified my blood and had me bolting back upright to attention.

“Another,” he demanded.

I shook my head in refusal. “No, I can’t,” I panted.

“Another sin, Ophelia.” Fuck, the way he said my name was a sin.

This whole fucking night was a sin.

He pinched my clit and I spasmed, squirming away from his touch. “Okay, okay!” I shouted as I tried to think. “I liked it,” I breathed into the silence that fell.

He left it lingering there with what felt like a tender beckoning from his mind, before he asked, “Liked what, love?”

He already knew. I knew he did.

But the fucker would make me say it anyway.

“I liked watching you kill a man. I liked knowing I was a part of that bastard never walking the earth again. I liked how you used me, how you pleased me. I liked it all, okay!” I blew out a harsh breath and for a moment, nothing happened at all. Then I found myself adding more to my confession than I planned. “It felt like I had just jumped from a cliff only to dive into the chilly waters and not crash like a comic book character falling from the sky. I felt like I had been stabbed with a spike of adrenaline that lit my entire body up from the inside out. I’d never felt anything like it before. Like I was an addict and this was the high they craved. I felt numb, raw, and utterly lifted beyond depravity. I- I felt happy. I felt free.”

Once the tension drained from my body and the weight of that burden lifted, I stared down at him only to see him smirking back up at me.

Then he made me come all over again. Squirting into his mouth as he sucked on my clit like a man possessed and the pressure there had me blacking out.

Dead man’s tongue, I didn’t think I could survive another orgasm even if I tried.

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