Page 79 of Deliver us from Evil

I feel physical pain right now. And that’s because my cock is rock hard and I have nothing to stick it into.

Trinity reaches around and hands Zachary’s belt to Apollo.

I shiver. Hard.

I’d been staring so hard at her perky little tits, I hadn’t even noticed when she took Zach’s belt off his pants.

Which, I’m guessing, was her plan all along. Because judging from the groan Zachary lets out, Apollo’s suddenly stiff body, and an inhale that gives Rube even bigger pecs, none of them noticed either.

“Oh, Trin, no…” Apollo protests weakly.

So she slaps him with the belt. Not hard—I mean, he barely even flinches—but it’s enough to make him reconsider his position on BDSM.

He pats her with the belt.

Christ. I can’t even.

“She’s supposed to feel it, jack ass,” I tell him.

Apollo looks up at me, cringes a little, and whacks her again. This time at least hard enough to leave a faint mark.

She lets out a little sigh, and promptly lays her head on Zach’s thigh, an inch away from his dick.

Which isn’t so flaccid anymore.

“Do you want him to hit me harder?” she whispers, looking up at Zachary.

All he does is groan, and then shift like he wants to get off the bed.

Rube and I move in unison. We each grab one of Zach’s shoulders and slam him back into the headboard hard enough to rattle it against the wall.

He sends us both an angry scowl, but settles down when Trinity moves a little closer, nestling between his legs like a sleepy cat.

From the way her head’s positioned, I’m sure Zach can feel every breath on his dick.

God, and here I thought she was torturing us? Zach’s got the best fucking view in the house, but he can’t touch her, can’t move…and worst of all, he’s not the one holding the belt.

A powerless sadist.

I fucking love it.

And maybe that means I have a touch of sadism in me too, because I’m getting hard from the tortured look on his face.

Apollo belts her again.

Trinity puffs out a sigh.

Zach groans and presses his eyes closed.

“Watch,” Rube says, his other hand going around Zach’s throat.

I wouldn’t call Rube violent—not in the slightest—but he does have a thing with necks. I don’t even want to go there, because I don’t know if it’s something related to his time in the basement, or a kink he picked up along the way.

It’s also the only thing that Zach seems to respond to. And maybe that’s the sole reason Rube does it.

Thwack.

I stare down at Trinity, at the look of rapture on her face, and I know she’s not faking. The moment I set foot in her tiny room at Saint Amos, I knew she was a freak.

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