Page 14 of Beatitude

Everly nods before straddling the man and crying out as she inserts my handle inside her. “Fuck,” she whimpers while looking up at me. Her cheeks and chest are red with arousaland her eyes are hooded and glazing over.

“Fuck is right,” I rasp while freeing my cock. I grip the back of her head, ramming my thick length down her delicate throat. I give her no time to adjust or recover as I pull out and slam into her again. “Start bouncing,” I grit between thrusts. Everly is gagging, drooling and tears are running down her face and chin. She listens though. Of course she does. My sweet, perfect angel slides up and down that long handle, gasping and whimpering around my cock as she does so. She looks up and our eyes connect and fuck, in this moment, I feel like I must’ve died and gone to Heaven. Her inner thighs as smeared with that fuckers blood and she shivers as her eyes roll back, an orgasm taking over.

I rip my cock from her mouth and drop to my knees. “Spin,” I pant out. She cries out as she spins around, now face to face with the dead man, her cunt still sliding up and down my handle. Bending her closer to his chest, I spit on her ass and slip a finger in.

“No!” She gasps at the intrusion and tries to pull away.

“Finger that clit.” I grunt thickly. “Now.” She whimpers but does as she’s told and it’s not long before her legs start shaking and she arches back crying as she releases her fluids, drenching my knife. I rip her off the handle, collecting her arousal in my hand and lubricating my cock before pressing the head inside her ass.

“Ow! S-Stop!” She cries again as I invade her. “Oh fuck…mmm…”

“I won’t,” I nearly whimper as I pull out and ram into her. “I will never stop, Everly.” I growl between each thrust as I encircle her with my cuffed arms and guide her back to the blade’s handle, but this time, I’m in charge of her clit.

“Ronan!” she cries, coming again as I drive faster into her ass. She leans forward, as if too tired to stay up and I pinch her clit roughly before smacking it rapidly. “Oh god,” she whimpers as I lick the sheen of sweat off her back.

“Yes, my sweet Angel,” Panting, I roll my head toward the ceiling as my balls tighten.

“Ronan…d-don’t stop,” she grunts before coming again and it’s my undoing.

“Fuck!” I roar, burying myself deep within her ass as I release. My body shudders as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. Removing myself, I smirk at the small cry escaping her. “You can—” I inhale, steadying my rapid breaths. “You can stop now, Angel.”

Everly removes the handle and goes to stand but her legs give way. “Hey, hey,” I coo, pulling her into my arms. “Easy there sweet girl,” I carry her to the bathroom and turn on the shower before walking to my bag and rifling through to find the keys to my cuffs. Once free, I return to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“What did I do,” She whispers, her body shaking as realization floods her. Her eyes find mine as I help her into the shower. “I killed another man.”

“TechnicallyIkilled him.” I smirk while leaning her back under the water.

“I brought him here, I killed him and…oh my god…” She wretches while shoving past me and leaning out of the shower to hurl into the toilet.

“Everly,” I groan out. “Baby, you gotta stop puking every time someone dies.” She glares at me while straightening and shoving me against the wall. Deciding to be a nice guy, I fall against the tile and let out a grunt for added effect.

“You’re a monster,” she hisses, her voice laced with venom.

“I am,” I agree, my eyes trailing over her curves as the water streams over her, washing away all evidence of what transpired out there.

“You disgust me,” she spits and I smirk.

“I should,”

“Stop agreeing with me!” she huffs and her foot slips, I snatch her arm, holding her steady against my chest.

“I will stop,” I whisper, running my hand through her hair. “When you say something I don’t agree with. I know what I am, Angel. I know I’m unhinged, unwell, I know…” I chuckle lightly, though it’s void of any humor. “I know I’m a monster, a psycho, a demon…a freak.” I grit out as flashes of my childhood and teen years flood me. The water hitting my skin makes me flinch as memories of Sister Agatha drowning me in holy water surfaces.

“Unclean,” I grit out, my hands gripping my head while it feels like there’s a crushing weight pressing down on my chest.Unclean, unclean, unclean.I’m filthy, a sinner, a vile sinner who must confess his sins to his father, to be absolved. To be saved.

I was never saved. I was a good boy; I did as I was told and it didn’t stop.

I see the tattoo of Sister Agatha’s rosary on my hand and I feel her tightening the strand around my neck, it’s my undoing.

“Ronan?”Everly?She was next to me but I can’t see her now, I can’t smell her. I’m drowning.

“Ronan!” Something touches my neck and I snap out of my haze. Instinct takes over, I grab it and twist before slamming the figure against the wall. “Ronan stop,” she cries out and I blink, seeing my angel’s wide, fearful eyes.

“Everly,” I whisper as she touches my face, causing me to flinch.

“Shhh…” She coos, putting her other hand on the other side and stepping closer. “You’re okay,” My breathing is still labored and I’m shaking beneath her hands. Her concerned eyes search mine. “Where did you go?”

“Somewhere I should’ve stayed.” I manage over the lump in my throat. “You’re right, I am a monster…”

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