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She turns slowly as I fist my hands, her words only igniting my anger and turning it into a boiling rage. I’m tired of hearing her talk shit about us, the abuse she inflicts with her evil partner, and most of all, I really want to hear her scream in fear.

When she sees me standing there in front of her, she gasps and loses her footing on the stair, then quickly righting herself before glaring at me. “Get back to your chores before I get Sister Jane and—”

Her words are cut off as I step forward and give the stack of sheets in her arms a hard shove. The look in her eyes is like a soothing balm over my tortured soul as the blankets are thrown up into the air and her body flies backward toward the steep stairway.

“Tell Father Robert I said hi,” I chuckle as she screams, her body hitting the stairs in dull thuds until she meets the concrete at the bottom with a loudcrack.

“Sister Mary?!” I hear Sval shriek as I back away from the top of the stairs and slowly make my way back to my room, whistling as the demon inside me rejoices.

Chapter eleven

Torrent

Ilefthimtherewhile he slept soundly, his fingers only twitching every so often, a sure sign of dreams but not nightmares. My mind was racing and my body wide awake as I laid there beside him, completely sated, but at the same time, longing for something that wasn’t mine.

Not yet, anyway.

The sun was just cresting over the horizon when I walked into the lobby of the hotel and found my guard waiting, as if he knew I would appear when I did.

Now I’m back here inside this little room and the sun is about to set, but she sleeps deeply on the bed. There are bags beneath her eyes, as if she was up all night crying, and her mouth is turned down in what appears to be a permanent frown. I’m obsessed with her. Her scent, the way her skin feels, and most importantly, with how much she loves the same man I do. Maybe the very fibers of what stitches them together have somehow entangled themselves inside of me too. I feel her in him, and I feel him in her, but mostly I feel me in each of them.

I drop my trench to the floor, my knife inside of it clanging off the hardwood. Even so, she doesn’t move. My shirt is dropped next to it and as I approach the bed, I lose my pants and boxers. My cock stands hard and straining, wanting the one thing I shouldn’t covet. I blame the demon inside of me, he’s always hungry for more and craving things which are downright sinful.

My knee sinks into the mattress and I wait, seeing if her breathing changes or if a muscle twitches, betraying that she’s awake. Still nothing. My mouth curves upward in triumph as I crawl onto the bed on all fours and bend to press my nose to her hair. She smells like the generic shampoo we’re given here, but underneath it all, I swear I smell notes of myself on her.

Did I somehow brand her?

Can that happen?

She turns onto her back, making me suck in a breath, waiting for the fight or a fist to the face. Neither happens as she breathes deeply, a soft snore escaping her mouth. I’ve known no one who could sleep this deeply and without care. To let their eyes close without the fear of being woken up to something horrific. I envy her and I want to ruin it all in one shot.

Tiny likes to sleep in large shirts and small panties, and today, she’s wearing a thong. I bet she’s down to the wire on the clothes she has and I could demand they be washed, but then I would miss out on moments like this.

I slowly spread her legs as I keep my eye on her face and nearly laugh out loud when she spreads them farther, a moan escaping her. Then my stomach sours as I imagine her thinking of Squall and how hard he fucked her, probably similar to how hard he fucked me. I can still feel him there inside of me.

With a hooked finger, I pull her panties aside and nearly fall into her pussy when I see it wet with whoever she’s dreaming about. I nearly combust just watching it and letting the scent of her arousal wash over me. I give myself two seconds to think this through, but I’m barely through the first when I spit on to her cunt, creating enough lube for her to take me. I can’t wait any longer and I’ve never given a shit about how she feels, anyway.

As my spit slips down between her folds, I spit in my hand and quickly glide it over my cock. I don’t care about her comfort. This isn’t about that. I like my pussy warm andwet. I also like them awake and screaming, but I can’t deny the appeal this has. I want her to wake up, thinking she’s being fucked by Squall, then see that it’s me and fight it. A pussy always feels better with a little fight in it.

With her panties still gripped in one hand, I use the other to line myself up with her core, then I’m pushing inside. Tiny tries to close her legs, but my body is in the way, and her brows crease with confusion. She begins to wake up as I thrust about halfway inside, her pussy clenching around me and her throat extending on a moan. Her breathing has changed, and when I draw my cock out a little, her hand slips down over her mound to circle her clit. I slam in all the way this time, and her breath catches as she continues to play with her clit.

“Torrent,” she mumbles, and my heart stops. I stare down at her as she writhes against my pelvic bone, her hands now traveling to her chest. Her eyes are still closed as she hauls her shirt up over her breasts, then palms them in her hands. I drag in a deep breath, hoping I can hold out long enough for her to wake up and see me. I want to see her reaction.

I roughly thrust into her, making her tits bounce as those eyes open. The first emotion is confusion, but then they widen as her hands abandon her breasts and reach for my face. I expect her nails to rip apart my skin, but when I bend to meet her, anticipating pain, I instead get her gentle caress.

“Finally,” she breathes as she drags me down to her mouth. “I thought I was dreaming.” My thrusts falter as her mouth presses to mine, and I keep my eyes open to make sure this is actually reality. “Harder, Torrent,” she says against my mouth, her words mumbled but clear.

Fuck, am I the one dreaming?

I shake off the surprise and haul her leg up over my hip, opening her up farther as I slam into her, making her tits nearly hit her chin. She gasps and tips her head back on a moan, but that can’t happen. I grab her chin tight in my grip and force her to face me.

“Look at me,” I growl with a hard thrust. “Who’s fucking you?”

She locks her hazel eyes on me, the pupils large with her arousal. “You are, Torrent James.”

My next thrust falters as I stare down into her face, her cheeks red with passion. “What about Squall?”

“I don’t know,” she whispers as her hand brushes my cheek. “I want you both. I can’t deny this between us and it’s only growing the longer we’re here.”

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