Page 35 of Sinner's End

My warning of a moment before to Kaleb rebounds against me and I deflect the angel’s quiet inquisition.I’ll find your game. Then I’ll use it to destroy you.

I enjoy the fervor of a twisted, stained soul as much as the next demon, but Bowen is something else entirely. With the addition of Lethe to our obsessed little circle jerk, I can’t see the end game, and that fucks with my night.

I give Kaleb a sharp nod. “You’re on daylight duty, baby boy. I’ll be … occupied for a while.”

“Like a flaccid goon bag,” Bowen adds with a crooked smile that shows the angel’s fangs.

Fuck knows why they need them, but I’d never met an angel without a ferocious pair.

“Good night, sleep tight,” Bowen sings over the club’s music.

Many of the blank faces turned to face us, and for a moment, in the frozen strobe light, their eyes glow a lurid green. A pressure builds in my chest, my skin ice on my bones.

Music returns along with sound as Kaleb frowns at me, his mouth opening, but I don’t want his concern.

Tonight is more fucked than any other night.

I should be celebrating at the way I defiled Adreana, but some part of me acknowledges Kaleb might have it right.

I want to kneel and beg her forgiveness, earn her pretty kisses and her soft hands on my face, read the adoration and love in her eyes.

Fuck me as a grandstanding fool.

I storm from the main floor, heading down the retched steps to let the Chemist torture me a little more as Adreana works her way deeper into my blood, changing me one demon-sludge-filled pint at a time.

Chapter Sixteen

A Demon’s Playground

Adreana

I dream of Mana.

I dream of Kaleb.

I dream of hands, and tongues, and cocks. Pushing, pulling, pinching, thrusting, fucking.

I wake up in a state of arousal I am most definitely not acquainted with, and I swear I can taste cum on my tongue.

But that isn’t possible. Of all the things I did and allowed yesterday, that was not part of it. I contemplate getting up to brush my teeth but settle for pulling my vibrator from my drawer. I can’t stand feeling all pent up and frustrated. Which I shouldn’t really, not after the way I was used in Harken just last night. But I am, and there it is.

I turn the unit to its highest setting and thrust it inside my dripping hole. Are there still bodily fluids spilling from inside me or am I just that horny? The moment the vibrations hit inside me, a scream tears from my lungs as I gush all over my bed. The orgasm is unexpected and feels like it drags on for hours. The muscles in my back and thighs hurt from holding me off the mattress.

The thing that disturbs me most and has tears spilling down my cheeks is the voice on loop in my head. Mana.

Beg me.

You know you want it.

Feel me.

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I passed out after the orgasm finally released me from its grip, my body simply too spent to continue. I feel the vibrationagainst my leg and realize I never even switched off my toy before succumbing to the darkness.

“Did I not do a good enough job last night?”

The voice in the corner of my room has a different kind of scream choking up my throat.

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