Page 15 of In God's Name

“Like this?” I ask. She gives me a pleading look as she puffs out her cheeks. After huffing out all the air she's collected she finally responds, “Please make me come.” The words leave me feeling dizzy as I rip her thighs apart and settle my head between them. My tongue darts out and swirls against the fabric covering her mound. The taste of her arousal sends me into a delirious high.

I bring my lips to the top of her underwear and slowly pull them down until her cunt is bare to me. Her swollen lips glisten under the moonlight shining into the apartment. I reach up and rip the fabric from one of her thighs, creating a red line across her pale skin.

“Oh my God, please,” she begs as I discard the fabric. I chuckle as I lower my head back down to her sex. I begin laying gentle kisses along the sides of her slit.

“Please please please,” Lilith cries out in desperation as she tugs at my hair. I graze my teeth sharply against her clit, forcing a gasp out of her as she releases my hair. My tongue begins to lap at the reddened nub, physically praising

her for allowing me to be the one in control. But it’s not enough. I need to drown in her.

“Get on top,” I growl, pulling myself away from her. Her eyes widen as she stands up on wobbly legs. I take her place on the couch before I glance over to find her shifting her weight back and forth on her feet.

“I’ve never done that,” she mumbles as she stares down at the carpet.

I pause out of confusion. I’ve dug into her life enough to know she’s no virgin Mary. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not small,” she huffs, stretching her arms out as if to prove a point. The drugs still filtering through her blood stream causes her to stumble back a bit, before she's able to find her balance.

“Lilith get on top of my face,” I order, “if I die and your heaven is real I’ll be sure to let every man who went through death row know they wasted their last meal by not having you.”

Chapter eighteen

Lilith

Ifeel like I'm floating as I stare at the man on my couch. His beautiful curls hang loosely around him, almost like a halo. The buzz in my body is so much stronger than normal and I can’t wrap my head fully around what's going on.

“I’m not going to ask again,” he barks, snapping me out of my trance. I slowly slide myself over him, but his hands grab ahold of my hips and pull me down. His mouth suctions to my clit. Sucking and licking with so much intent behind every movement. I grind down against him, His scruff scratching along my skin.

The euphoria continues to build until I’m falling over edge. My head tilts back as moans parade their way out of my mouth. Right as I begin to calm down, my body is shoved off of the couch and into the ground. I stare up at the ceiling fan as the world around me spins, faster and faster.

“How does a child of God come so easily for her brother's murderer?” The question rings in my ears as I force myself to situp. The beautiful man smirks lazily at me from where he sits on the couch.

“W-w-what?” I manage to choke out.

“I said, how does it feel to know that the man who stole John's life just had you riding his face? How does it feel,

pretending to be such a good little Christian girl, when in reality you're a depraved waste of space just like the rest of us?”

I cling on to each word with desperation, trying to understand what’s happening. The world is blurring together in front of me, becoming a cacophony of different sights and sounds.

“I don’t understand,” I whisper. I begin to crawl towards my front door, attempting to escape this nightmare. I make it a few feet before a heavy boot slams in between my shoulder blades, pinning me to the ground. The pain reverberates through my body as I try to scream for help. But the pressure on my lungs makes it impossible for me to get enough air in.

“You were the fly, my sweet Lilith. And the spider has caught you.”

The pain throbbing in my skull forces me awake. Aches hold my body down as I attempt to sit up and wrap my head around what’s going on. I’ve never been that drunk and fear takes over as I try to remember what happened.

I slowly peel my eyes open to find myself in a dark room. The scent of decay hits me almost immediately, causing bile to rise up my throat. I attempt to sit up, but my wrists are chained to the concrete floor beneath me, and the sharp pains in my ribs hold me down from trying again. I close my eyes,

pleading with my mind to explain to me what happened. The cool concrete is a welcomed feeling against the ache in my

brain. Think Lilith. You were at the club. The guy from the coffee shop was there. You were dancing. And then what?

“Help me!” I scream out, hoping wherever I am has a population. I sit in silence, waiting to see if I can hear anything to return my desperate pleas. The silence is terrifying.

Just as I begin to lose all hope a voice whispers through this tomb I’m trapped in.

“Lilith?”

Chapter nineteen

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