Page 60 of Red Ruin
“You’re getting colder. Think higher up the pyramid.” Like, tippy fucking top of the devil hierarchy.
Her emotions see-saw.
I’m hoping she chooses murder next.
“Vhex,” she finally sing-songs. “Get on your back.”
“Why?” I’m happy where I am.
She thumbs my cock-slit harder.
The pressure rolls my eyes back so far, I blink into my spinal cord.
“Because,” she purrs. “I don’t trust you to fuck me with this candy log until it shrinks to normal size.”
I chuckle. “It’s not gonna shrink.”
It getsbigger.
She curses and grabs my horn. “How long does your venom last?”
“We can fuck it out.” I lick her glowy skin, ready to start the clock. My time-limited wife tastes like mints and frozen sugar.
Sweet, cold, and destined to dissolve.
“That’s the only way?” she asks.
“It’s the fun way.” I rub my cock between her trembling fingers, watching her lashes dance.
“What’s the second option?”
I lick her ear and whisper, “kill me.”
We shiver in sync.
I won’t fight if she picks the second door.
I’ll fucking cheer.
“I’m not going to kill you,” she murmurs.
“You should.” Otherwise, I’ll end up killing her first.
Devil venom.
Once is enough.
But she’s strong.
It’ll happen slow.
The addiction.
The burning-from-inside.
Fuck.I can’t do this again.
Why did I fucking do this again?
