Page 45 of The Black Lotus
Faster she goes, bringing me to the peak of my orgasm, my moans echoing around us. I push further down her throat, tears springing to her eyes as she gags around me. Her hands grip my ass, pushing me further into her, and I explode, my hot cum, shooting down her throat as I roar my release.
She looks up at me with a playful smile, and I wipe my cum from the corner of her lips, sticking my finger into her mouth. She wraps her tongue around it, her lashes fluttering closed as her moan vibrates around me. My dick rising from the action, more than ready to feel her sweet heat.
Ready to go again, I pull her up and roughly turn her around, slamming her front on the table, her face inches from the dead body parts.
“Who would have thought a dead body and a blow job would turn you feral,” she teases.
I slam into her mercilessly, making her scream in ecstasy. “I am always feral for you.” The sound of our skin slapping together and mixing with our moans is a sound I want to capture forever. The way our bloodied bodies make love next to a dead one is something I wish to capture on a canvas.
Her hand reaches for something to grab, something for her fingers to curl around, and I smirk.You can’t hide from this pain, vixen.I grip her head and drag her up, her back meeting my chest, my length fucking her deeper and harder.
“Aster!” she screams, her back arching as her hands wrap around my neck.
“Scream my name, let everyone hear who you belong to.”
“No one is here. Just the dead,” she grunts.
“Then scream loud enough the Grim Reaper will want to stop and listen before taking her soul to the pits of hell.”
At my command she does just that, shrieking loud enough my ears will be ringing for days, her explosion matching my own. The walls shake, my head spins, and it’s all I can do to ride through our passion as I close my eyes.
Her legs buckle and I catch her in my arms, lowering us to the ground and wrapping my arms around her, setting her in my lap while we catch our breaths.
“How did you find me?” she asks.
I scratch the back of my head, nervous to tell her I called her father for help. Will she be upset I pulled him into our mess? Grateful? Will she be pissed? “Actually… I called your dad.”
She sits up straight, turning to face me. “You called mydad? As in Sharon’s fiancée?” She scrambles out of my arms, looking around at the chaos around her. “Is he on his way here?” I nod, my lips thinning. “Oh my god! He can’t see what I did. He’s going to kill me for killing her!” She motions to the pile of flesh on the table.
She paces the room, biting her nails. I need to calm her mind, she needs to understand that the only way I could have found her was through her dad. Standing, I grip her shoulders, stopping her panic and forcing her to look me in the eye. “He told me to kill her if you haven’t already. He told me to promise to save you.”
Her eyebrows dip in confusion. “He told you to kill Sharon?”
“He did.”
She lets out a breath of relief, her knees nearly buckling again. “We should still clean up and get those pigs fed before he gets here.” She walks over to the table, throwing a leg over her shoulder. “I doubt he’d want to see what I did to her.”
Agreeing, I walk over and grab her torso and arms, tucking them under mine as, piece by piece, we get rid of any evidence. When her head is the final piece left, we both stand there, naked, thinking the same thing.Can a pig digest human hair and teeth?She asks and I shrug, knowing that wasn’t the disposal method my parents or I preferred. “I display or burn bodies, never thought to feed one to pigs. I will say, it is clever though.”
“Should we chance it?” she asks, answering her own question. “Otherwise, I think I saw an incinerator in the barn.”
“Let’s burn it, just in case.”
We burn the last of Sharon, watching the flames melt her and our bloodied clothing. It isn’t until we hear Serena’s father calling her name out that we are shaken from the trance we’re in.
I pull her behind me, hiding her from her father's view as he walks in and abruptly turns around, clearing his throat. “I have towels and clothes for you both in the car.” He closes his eyes as we walk past, ready to clean our bodies off with the hose and get dressed.
TWENTY-THREE
SERENA
My dad, the person I grew up loving and admiring, then hating and forgiving, is standing at the incinerator watching his fiancée’s head burn, and I’m the reason for it.How could we ever come back from this? What have I done?In the moment all I felt was pure unadulterated anger towards Sharon, and it was within my grasp to take it out on her. He’s already protected and forgave me for Mom and Jessica.Can he do the same for Sharon?
I play with the edges of the shirt Dad brought to help some of the growing anxiety to stay at bay. The smooth fabric feels comforting as I drag my feet back into the barn. The air in here feels like a vacuum sucked it all out, the edges of my vision growing fuzzy since I can’t take a deep breath. The only sound is the buzzing in my ears from trying to explain why she was fed to the pigs, their excited squeals finally dying down as their mouths and some parts of their body are caked and bloody from tearing her apart. Even though Aster told me what he said, I don’t think he’s okay seeing it.
“She killed Mom,” I whisper, the only thing I can manage to get out as I chew on my bottom lip, looking at the ground and feeling like a little kid waiting to be scolded. When he doesn'teven flinch from my words, the words spill out of me like a waterfall. “She was going to kill me. I’m sorry, Dad. When she told me she wanted you to herself, I understood, because after the truth was finally revealed and I found out that you are actually the best father in the world, I wanted you to myself, too. I wanted to get to know the man you’ve been hiding from me and let you into my life. I want us to grow closer, being a daddy and daughter duo that others are jealous of.” I pick at the cuticles on my nails, nervous to tell him the next part. The truth of how she killed his soulmate. “When she told me she was the reason Mom never got better, that she was poisoning her, making her worse and watching as she slowly died; I snapped. I was raging inside, but I kept my calm, just like Aster taught me, waiting for the right moment to, well, to makeherthe victim…”
I trail off as he turns around, my heart in my throat until he wraps his arms around me so tight I can hardly breathe. His embrace doesn’t feel angry. It doesn’t feel sad. Tears burn my eyes. All I feel is relief in his trembling body. “Dad?” I look up at him, concern twisting my features.
