Page 32 of Beneath the Dirt

Harlan moves with speed throughout the crowd. People bump into us as he brings us closer to the fire. A dizzy rush floats over my body when he places me onto a hay barrel that holds one of the many crosses around the flames.

“Hold still,” he instructs, lifting one of my wrists up to the horizontal stalk. He fastens it with a piece of rope that hangs down from the stalk before repeating the same with the other wrist.

“Such an obedient sinner,” he praises. “So willing to do whatever your big brother says.”

Yes. Yes, I fucking am.

The air is thick, drenched with as much anticipation as it is in darkness. I feel Harlan’s body heat mixing with mine as my corset rips slightly from the tight grip he has on it, the frayed fabric disintegrating in his palms.

A cloaked stranger holding a bucket walks over to us, tapping Harlan on the shoulder. “Here. Take some.” The stranger offers Harlan the bucket, and without hesitation, Harlan dips his hand into it—surprising me—before the stranger walks off. Rivulets of crimson fall from his hand as he brings it back in front of me. His fingertips still for a moment. I can’t tell if he’s having second thoughts or what, but a tormented look fills his irises.

He locks eyes with mine, and without saying a word, he drives his free hand to my corset, and rips it completely off me in one shot. I let out a gasp as my tits bounce from the impact, and the remaining sweat-soaked drugs fall to the ground. Harlan bringshis mouth to my chest, licking my sticky, sweaty skin before taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking.

“Fuck!” he exclaims. “You taste so fucking good, and I’ve barely gotten started.” His words surprise me, and I remain absolutely transfixed by him, as he uses his fingers as a paintbrush. Circling them repeatedly at my chest before he does the same to my sternum, and then my belly so that there’s three consecutive circles in a straight line on my skin.

I don’t know why he did it. I don’t care, but all I know is that once he does, everything around me begins to spin. I close my eyes, but they open the second his gravelly voice cuts in the air.

“I lied.”

“About?” I swallow, fighting the urge again to close my eyes fully.

“My biggest fear.”

“Okay?” My tone drags impatiently.

“It’syou. You’re my biggest fear, and tonight I’m going to conquer it. You.” His cryptic words like music to my ears, giving me the strength to keep my eyes open. Thank fuck I do. I witness him fall to his knees, aligning his face with my waiting pussy.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he hums, shimmying my skirt down my thighs, guiding each ankle out of it.

“Show me,” I breathe, desperate for him. “Show me how bad you’ve wanted to sin with me, church boy.”

His fingers crawl up my leg, tangling themselves in my fishnets until he reaches the apex of my thighs and stops. He spanks my thigh. The sting is heightened by the drugs wreaking sweet havoc on my body. “Stop calling me that,” he groans.

“Then show me you're corruptible,” I challenge him by draping one leg over his shoulder, and then the other, resting my weight on his shoulders, locking him into place. “Let me feel what that bitch felt when you ate her pussy pretending it wasmine.” I push my pussy into his face. I’m making it so easy for him. He already tore the crotch of my fishnets, so all he has to do is slip his tongue in and I’m his to consume.

“You soundjealous,” he murmurs.

I am.

“I like how jealousy sounds on you.” He inhales me like a starved man, and the groan that follows vibrates my entire pussy and my spine. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”He moans. “You smell so sweet.”

“I taste even sweeter,” I hum. “Go ahead and—”

He buries his face at my center, silencing me. With an attentive stroke he drags his tongue slow and steady from my ass, up to my pussy until he captures my clit between his teeth. Kneading it with the perfect amount of pressure, he sucks my sensitive bud relentlessly, eliciting a moan that I didn’t know I was capable of.

My thighs squeeze around his head, wanting more of what he’s giving me. I want him deeper. So deep that he doesn’t just consume me, but becomes a part of me.

I roll my hips forward, riding and grinding against his face. My head bangs against the bone on the cross he tied me to as he crawls his hand up my body, through the blood, before settling on the pentagram necklace dangling from my neck.

I jerk my neck forward, giving him more of the pentagram to pull, hoping he chokes me with it.

Like a good boy, he does just that. Wrapping the chain around his hand and twisting, I gasp as the cool silver tightens around my throat. Stars line my vision from the pressure he’s placing on my windpipe. “Fuck yes,” I mewl.

“Mmm,” he bellows into my center before rolling his entire face in and around my wet pussy, coating it in my arousal.

“Har—” I begin to pant his name when a cloaked figure on stilts towers above me.

Harlan doesn’t seem to notice, or if he does, he’s too lost in licking me to care.

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