Page 66 of Corrupted Heart

I’m still shaking and gasping for air when he turns his mouth, smirks, and then suddenly clamps down on my cut again. A zap of something electric explodes through me as he sucks hard on the wound before moving away.

My entire reality is a dim, sultry haze as I look down at the psychopath between my legs looking up at me, my cum and blood glistening on his lips as they curl into a demonic grin.

“I’ll need to taste that combination again soon, babygirl,” he growls quietly, licking his lips.

Without any warning, he stands, tucking his still hard, ludicrously huge cock into his pants. He turns away, pulling on a shirt before tugging the mask back into place. Then he twists to look down at me with his head tilted in that slightly maniacal way.

“A change of clothes, and your phone, are up there.”

He points past me to the crumbling throne where the pulpit would be.

“And there’s a car outside to take you home.”

Without another word, he turns away, and walks into the darkness.

“Wait…”

The word tumbles from my bruised, panting, parched lips.

His dark, hulking shape stops, but he doesn’t turn around.

“Yes?”

I shiver, trembling and quivering everywhere.

“When…” I chew on my lip. “You said we weren’t done…”

“We’re not,” he growls. “Not by a mile.”

Eager heat pools between my thighs.

I need psychiatric help.

“So, when…”

Kratos’ voice chuckles in the darkness.

“Greedy little thing,” he purrs. “You want to know when we’ll be doing this again?”

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

“Yes,” I whisper.

My heart skips as he suddenly twists his head, letting the neon X’s gleam at me.

“That’s easy,” he murmurs. His head tilts to the side. “When you least expect it.”

Then, like smoke, he’s gone, drifting silently out the side door.

I stay on the ground, breathing deeply and trying to wrangle some sense of reality back into my head. Slowly, I roll onto my hands and knees, wincing with every move. I wince again as I drag myself to my feet, sore everywhere. But it’s a delicious soreness.

At the throne, I find a fresh set of clothes—my own clothes. Something terrifying surges inside of me briefly as I wonder how Kratos even has a change of my clothes ready for me. But I’m too worn out and too near collapse to think about that right now.

I dress quickly and walk out through the front door. Sure enough, same as last time, the black car with the driver wearing dark shades is waiting for me, the back door already open.

I wince and hobble gingerly toward it, pulling my phone out of my pocket as I do.

Fuck.

---