Page 57 of The Devils' Darling

I turn to face the opposite wall to the one splattered with my cum and close my eyes. Right now, in this moment, I feel nothing but shadows eating away at me.

My disgusting hard cock eventually gets the message, and I zip my pants and curl into a ball as I let the darkness take me.

Banging at the door jerks me out of a nightmare-filled slumber.

“Open up, Kill.”

It’s Dom. I really don’t want to see him right now.

He bangs again, though.

“One minute,” I shout.

I push up off the bed and pull the door open.

Dom storms in, the usual whirlwind mix of charisma and asshole that he always is. Then he proceeds to shock the shit out of me when he grabs me and pulls me into a hug.

The door is open, and I hear a soft snigger. “Touching.”

I look right into the blue eyes of one of the Vipers—though I couldn’t say which one. The twins are completely identical. Dom lets go of me, turns to him, and gives him the finger before kicking my door closed.

“You okay?” he asks. Then he rubs his hair. “That was a dumb question. Clearly not. I just want you to know, I’m here for you, man. If you want to talk. Or if you just want someone to sit in here while you lose your shit. I can do that, too.”

I nod. “Appreciated, but I don’t even know what I’m feeling.”

Dom sits on the bed, staring at the wall. His face morphs into a confused frown and then a look of disgust. “Eww, dude, you been doing some interior decorating?”

I follow his line of sight to discover the evidence of my earlier activities still painting the wall. I jump up, my face burning, and grab a towel. I wipe it off angrily.

“If that’s all?” I say to Dom, my back to him.

I’m embarrassed and defensive.

“Are you done?”

His voice isn’t confident anymore. In fact, if I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s scared.

“With what?” I turn to face him.

“This? Us? Duchess offered you her pretty pussy on a silver platter, and you turned her down and came up here to pebbledash your walls with cum.”

Shame coats me, and I’ve felt more than enough of that the past few days. “Dom, fuck off out of my room.”

“No.”

“I’ll make you.”

He stands and walks right up to me. “I’d rather you beat me to a pulp than give me this silent treatment.”

I’m about to tell him again that my dad just died, but he holds his hands up and pre-empts me.

“I get that your dad died, but that’s not all this is about. It’s about her. Mackenzie. What gives?”

I sigh. “Dom, I did things to her. Things they made us do. Things I fucking enjoyed. Things I also hated. How can it be both?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. Did she want you to do those things?”

I give a bitter laugh. “She said so, but we had no choice. They made us do it.”

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