Page 10 of Sinner's End

Alonzo’s cock presses to my ass, his balls giving mine a love tap. I have no idea if I’m into men, but this sort of approach does nothing for me. The vision of the girl with green eyes flitters through my mind, and I know one thing above all else.I want her.To touch her, bathe her, protect her. Love her.

Another thing out of my control, but this time I find I don’t mind.

“Did you say you want my cock to rip your pretty asshole apart?” he hisses into my ear. For a single, frozen moment I know just how the girl felt tonight with that man on her.

Addi.

I step out of Alonzo’s hold like he weighs nothing, his presence stripped away as I twist his wrist and slam him face-first into the wall right where I stood a second before. “Is this how you play with your food, you pathetic excuse for a man? Is it fun?”

I slide a searing finger along his spine. Fine fissures of smoke and the scent of burning flesh sears the oxygen between us in their wake. My burning finger, the only part of me I let heat to the point I scar him with every touch, rests over his hairy asshole. My heart is joyous as I press forward, pushing my poker-hot finger into his puckered hole.

“Stop!” he screams, his body convulsing against mine. “No! The fuck!” His hands claw, scrabbling at the slicked tiles, and the scent of bleach joins melting flesh.

I press harder, and the ring of muscle pops around my finger. His screams intensify and before I can kill the man, burning him from the inside out, I withdraw and wash my handsfastidiously beneath the showerhead with an excessive amount of soap. I hate getting shit beneath my nails.

Flicking off the faucet, I step over Alonzo’s whimpering body where he lies on the white tile and stare at Kaleb who watches me with curious but not frightened eyes. Perhaps I fit into this place better than I expected.

“Some of that bleach would come in handy.” I grab a towel and rub myself dry.

“I’ll mention it to the cleaners. Should I make sure I don’t drop the soap near you, homie?” Kaleb flicks my ass with his towel.

A bold move, considering what he just saw.

“Only if you intend to damage me the way that fuckwit did to the girl. Addi?” I frown. “Is there more to her name?”

“Addi is the only bit I know. Cute as fuck, and not as much a slut as her sister.” Kaleb rolls his neck and something pops. “That one will fuck anything.”

“Who’s the slut?” I throw my towel over the door of the locker I was assigned. Three. I trace the curly digit engraved into the flaking metal door, adding a few extra loops to the pattern, though I don’t understand why.

There are so many parts of myself I don’t recognize, parts that expose themselves every day. Like the explosions or the burning finger. Shit. Someone should write a comic book.

“Her.”Kaleb’s muted whisper draws my attention to a girl on her knees at the far end of the showers that, in my haze of death and ash, I failed to notice.

Her mouth is wrapped around—tries to wrap around—a cock that would be better suited to a horse than our boss. She’s still dressed in that hideous pink confection I saw her in at the door with Mana after my … disgrace. But while his face is watchful as he gazes dominatingly down at her, not a hint of pleasure flickers across his visage, and hers is…

Blank. In its entirety. Like who she is ceases to exist. He presses his cock deeper and her throat bulges in a disgusting display of power. Neither look like they want the pleasure the act should bring them, in this casual encounter of body parts, over the bliss one gifts their partner for the pure joy of knowing that other person enjoys their touch.

One more thing I’ve learned about myself today: I can be a fighteranda lover.

The green-eyed girl, the pink fluffy one’s sister, flickers through my mind. There is a female I could lavish attention on. Then I recall the loathing look Mana bestowed upon her, the way Kaleb leaned over her body, claiming her. How she reacted to him.

Didn’t she? I run the encounter through my head, but it’s not clear in any version I replay if she wanted the bartender’s attention or not.

Mana finishes in an unnerving silence, creamy liquid tinted green pouring from the girl’s mouth. He drags his cock away and she sits still on her knees, her mouth open, and waits.

Nothing. Not a thought, or a sound, or even a retch.

“ForgetMeKnot,” Kaleb murmurs, turning away too, looking sickened. If his face didn’t tell me what he thought, his voice would.

I face my locker, wishing I could erase the secondhand experience from my mind. Mana is all kinds of fucked up. Mind, he must have seen what I did to his friend, and yet he did nothing to intervene. Who is the more disturbed in this hotel of mad fuckery? There’s a song in that, somewhere.

“What do flowers have to do with this level of bullshit?” I whisper and rest my head against the cold locker door. The coolness helps, and I’ve overheated. Again.

Fuck, this is getting dangerous. Maybe I can’t have the green-eyed girl after all. I certainly don’t want to hurt her andI’m clearly unstable.

Kaleb laughs openly at me. “It’s a drug. ForgetMeKnot. Like the dog thing where they get stuck together.” He makes a lewd hand gesture, demonstrating the process.

My stomach turns. “Yeah, I got it. A drug, huh? What, it makes them submissive or some shit?”

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