Page 51 of Unholy

“Because you don’t know who you are unless you’re getting your ass whipped,” I remind her. She tries to step back, but I grab the chain around her neck and pull it, choking her a little. She reaches up to grab it, and I shake my head, her hands slowly lowering back to her sides.

“Get on your knees,” I demand. At first, she doesn’t do it, but when I snap the chain in my hand a little harder, she drops in front of me. “Pull my cock out,” I tell her. She licks her lips and reaches up, unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock free. Then she leans in, and I step back.

“Did I tell you to lick it?”

“Seriously, Tristan?”

“Fine. Go ahead, baby. Show me what a dirty little nun you really are.” She wraps her lips around my cock and slowly begins to suck. She’s done it a few times before this, but not often. I don’t make her do it because it’s more fun when I eat her pussy and make her crazy. Like this, she knows she has some kind of control, and I don’t give her that all the time.

She keeps sucking as I let my head drop back, enjoying what she’s doing to me. Her tongue flattens along the vein, and I nearly come down the back of her throat.

“Come on, Ash. I want to come today,” I tell her. She keeps going until I do. Shooting my load down the back of her throat. She’s gagging, and I love every second of it. I want to cut off her air supply. I want to make her uncomfortable, and I do.

When I’m done and she can’t breathe, I pull out of her mouth and slap her cheek with my cock.

“The next time you want to be a brat, just drop to your knees, Ash.”

“I’m not being a brat.” She stands in front of me, cum leaking down her chin, and I groan from the sight. I lean in and lick it off her before kissing her and shoving it all in her mouth. Ash groans and pulls me closer to her.

“I want you, Tristan.

“You have me, baby.”

“No. I want all of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to marry you. I want everything with you, Tristan.”

“It’s a good day for an unholy black wedding.”

“Are you serious? Can we get married?”

“Ash. Come on. I’m not the marrying type.”

“But you’re also not going to let me go either?”

“Fuck no. Is that what you want? After everything I’ve done for you?” I yell a little louder than I need to. She’s making me mad, and not in a good way.

“No, that’s not what I want, asshole. I just told you I wanted to marry you!”

“I really do like your new vocabulary, Ash.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it. It’s sexy as hell hearing you say those words,” I tell her, calming both of us. A smile tugs across her face before she speaks.

“I didn’t know it could be so empowering.”

“Just say what you feel, right?” She nods her head, and that’s all I can take. I pull her against me, holding her there for as long as I feel like. I press my lips to the top of her head and sigh, just breathing her in.

“Are you okay?” she whispers, and I know what she’s talking about. She thinks I’m losing my mind after everything that happened, but she could be more wrong. I’m okay. I feel okay, and killing them didn’t bother me the way she thought it would. Hell, it doesn’t feel like I did anything out of the normal.

“I have a bad feeling,” I tell her, not wanting to admit to it.

“About what?”

“Everything that happened. I’m not sure Andy and Rod know how to get rid of bodies the way they should.”

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