Page 179 of I Will Mend You

Flames crawl up the altar’s walls and up to its wooden ceiling. As fiery particles drop down like ashes from hell, I scream, “Oh my God!”

“That’s right, little ghost. I’m your god, and tonight you’re going to pray to me for deliverance.”

I push at his chest, trying to wrestle free, but his grip tightens around my waist. I claw at his eyes, but my gloved fingernails only slide down his face. He bites down on my chin, delivering a burst of pain that makes me shriek.

“Xero, we need to leave.”

My mind dredges up the safe word, but my lips refuse to cooperate. The pulse between my legs throbs in sync with the frantic beat of my heart, and the muscles of my core throb with anticipation. A sick, curious part of my psyche craves to know how far Xero will push this punishment.

He walks us past the altar rails, which burn like hellfire. Pulling up my leather skirt to my waist, he exposes my pussy to the hot air.

Cold fear trickles down my back, and I shiver. He positions my legs around his waist and strokes my aching clit. Sparks detonate across my core as his digits glide down my soaking slit.

Somewhere on the edge of my consciousness, the clink of his metal belt unbuckling mingles with Seth’s hoarse screams. I’m too preoccupied with the psychopath stroking my pussy to heed to the words of a dickless rapist.

“Look at you,” Xero snarls, his breath hot against my ear. He slips two fingers into my opening, creating delicious friction. “So eager and wet for your punishment.”

I bite back a groan, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Fuck off.”

“You want to fuck, baby. As you wish. I’ll give it to you nice and deep. Just how you like it.” He pulls out his fingers and replaces them with his thick cock. “Now take it all.”

His first forceful thrust has me gasping for air. The stretch is incredible—almost too much to bear. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I stifle a moan.

“I love you so much that nearly losing you cost me my soul. I won’t risk it again,” he snarls.

“Xero, please,” I moan into the side of his neck.

“Please, what? Use your words.”

I shake my head and clamp my mouth shut. If I speak, I might beg him for more when I should be begging him for mercy.

He pounds into me without compassion or restraint. I cling onto his shoulders, fighting back a barrage of pleasure. This isn’t a baptism of fire or some kind of sacrament—this is suicidal. This is insane. Those thoughts are cut off when Xero’s thick Prince Albert piercing rubs against a spot that has me seeing sparks.

As if sensing that I want more, he unhooks the front of my corset. My breasts spill out into his hands, then he squeezes the left one hard enough to make me gasp. The pain is sharp, and my pussy tightens around his thick cock, triggering a surge of arousal that makes us both groan.

“Xero, we’re going to burn,” I say with a whimper.

“There’s no place I’d rather die than inside your heavenly cunt.”

I grip his shoulders and buck my hips, not knowing if I’m trying to wriggle off his cock to escape or increase the friction. Either way, pleasure surges through my core, mingling with cold adrenaline and raw fear. It’s a dangerous cocktail of emotions that has my mind spinning out of control.

“You feel so good, little ghost,” he groans, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “So hot and tight and wet.”

The fire rages around our entwined bodies, and the heat from the flames makes my skin break out in sweat. I’m burning up from the inside, and every thrust from Xero feels like a brand.

His mouth descends on my neck, the teeth grazing my sensitive skin before he bites down, eliciting a shock of pleasure-pain. I arch up, pressing myself against his chest, my hips lifting to fuck that impossibly thick cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls, his voice raw with desire. “Ride me through this inferno. Ride me till my knees buckle. Ride me to our fucking salvation.”

Ecstasy burns through what’s left of my good sense, leaving me teetering on the edge of oblivion. Pressure builds, and the walls of my pussy quiver around his shaft. All thoughts of survival and escape disappear into the flames as I chase my orgasm.

By now, the church has erupted beyond a ring of fire, with flames consuming its walls and spreading across its ceilings. Some of the wooden pews have caught fire, crackling with dancing sparks. I squeeze my eyes shut and cling onto his shoulders, imagining us both together in hell.

Just as my eyes roll to the back of my head, the crazy bastard stops thrusting and snarls, “Do you want to come?”

“Fuck, yes.” I reach down between our bodies to stroke my clit, but he snatches my wrist.

“Then tell me you’re mine.”

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