Page 123 of Taming Seraphine

Tears stream down his greasy face as he writhes and spasms in his seat. My gaze bounces from his pained features to his burgeoning erection, the pulse between my thighs quickening.

“For the love of god,” he cries. “Please, stop.”

“Where was your god when you were forcing yourself down her throat? You should have thought of that before.”

Paolo’s penis lengthens and thickens until it’s over four times its original size. I release the trigger, my eyes widening.

“Wow,” I whisper. “You’re a grower, not a shower?”

“Seraphine,” Leroi growls.

“It’s pretty big for a filthy old man.”

Paolo sobs.

I snap my teeth.

“No,” he cries.

A laugh bubbles from my chest. “Don’t worry. I won’t put it in my mouth.”

I can almost hear Leroi’s sigh of relief, but I’m more concerned about giving Paolo what he deserves. With one hand, I grip his erection.

“Impressive,” I whisper, loud enough for Leroi’s benefit. “You’re so thick that my fingers aren’t touching.”

Paolo stiffens, his entire body trembling.

I stroke his shaft with a slow and reverent touch.

“Please, stop,” he whispers.

Leroi grumbles but doesn’t interfere.

Turning around the drill, I aim the bit at Paolo’s slit. He twists and screams, finally seeming to understand his fate.

“I’m so glad you’re so long and thick, otherwise this won’t work.”

Paolo’s legs jerk, but they’re fastened to the chair. He raises his hips, but they’re also strapped down. No matter how much he thrashes, he can’t escape the drill.

The motor is off when I position the bit against his slit, yet he cries as though it were still on. I insert about an inch before I meet resistance, but one gentle press of the trigger is all it takes to deepen the penetration.

Vibrations reverberate through my fingers, and blood cascades over my skin, but it’s nothing compared to how my ears ring with his screams. Revenge on Paolo satisfies nearly all my senses.

I savor this moment of absolute power.

All those years ago when I hid behind the door of Dad’s office, I never imagined I’d have such satisfying revenge. I want to send this pretty picture to the girl I once was to let her know the ordeal she’s about to suffer won’t last forever.

“That’s it,” I say, mirroring the words in my dream. “Take it. Take it all like a good little whore.”

The drill burrows further into his shaft, and by the time it’s all the way in, Paolo’s screams fall quiet.

He’s probably gone into shock.

I pull the drill in and out of his deflating erection, in time to the thrusts that haunt my dreams. It’s still surging with blood that soaks his jeans and spreads over the floor.

A gunshot rings through my ears, interrupting my revelry.

When I glance up, Paolo has a hole in the center of his forehead.

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