Page 19 of Unholy

“You see me, Ash?”

“I-”

“Do you see me, Ash? The deepest parts of my soul. Can you see it?” he asks me softly. I nod my head, and a sick grin crosses his face. “No. You don’t. You see what I let you see. You see what I give everyone. A tiny sliver of fear and darkness in the pits of hell is where I dwell. That’s what I let you see, Ash.”

“I don’t think you’re evil, Tristan.”

“Oh, but I am. And if you don’t stay away from me, you’re going to find out just how evil I can be,” he tells me, pointing at me with his cigarette still between his fingers. I reach out and take it from him, bringing it to my lips. Tristan cocks his head to the side to stare at me as if I’m crazy. And maybe I am. Maybe I’m turning into a monster.

I inhale and immediately begin to choke on it. Tristan doesn’t laugh or make fun of me; he just watches me intently.

“That’s very unholy of you.”

“When I’m around you, I feel like doing very unholy things.”

“Such as?”

“I ...” I can’t say it out loud and he knows it. He steps closer, getting into my space before reaching up and taking his cigarette back from me.

“All you have to do is ask, Ash.”

“What do you mean?”

“You want something, you ask. That’s it.”

“I can’t just ask.”

“Sure you can. Try it.”

“I’ve never … I’ve never kissed anyone on the lips before.” I’m almost too embarrassed to say it, and now here I am saying it to Tristan of all people. He nods his head and takes another drag from his cigarette before blowing the smoke into the air. He steps in, leaning down into my space, and presses his lips against mine.

“Now kiss me back,” he demands, his tone dark and firm. I open my mouth, parting my lips, and he begins to work his over mine. I catch on quickly, and we kiss for what seems like a long time, but it could very well only be seconds, I don’t know. I’m lost. I feel like I’m floating on a high when I’m around him.

“Did I do it wrong?” I ask him when he suddenly pulls back. He shakes his head, grabs my hand, and pulls it to his private parts. It’s hard in my hand, just like the last time he made me touch him.

“Is this what happens when people kiss?”

“Not everyone.”

“Then why is it happening to you?”

“Because my cock wants inside you, Little Nun. I want to defile you in ways that would make your God cringe.” I instantly jerk my hand away from him and step back, although he never moves. He stares at me with those dark pits he calls eyes, and all I can do is stare back at them.

“Why do you want me?”

“I don’t know, Ash. You’re nothing like what I’m into.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I don’t go for the good girls, Ash. I want a bad girl. I want a girl who will take my cock and use it like it’s meant to be used.”

“Like the girl the other night?” I’m almost embarrassed to bring that up again.

“No. Not like her. She’s a whore I used to get off, and nothing more, but you? You’re becoming something I’m obsessed with, and that’s a bad thing, Little Nun.”

“I want to know more about you.” I blurt the words out, although I don’t know why. I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t want to know more about him, but I do.

“No.”

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