Page 13 of Senescence (Inferno World)

I turned on my heel, my hands coming up to cradle my stomach, a wide smile on my face. Sure, he might be irritated with me right now, I had just interrupted his shopping, but as soon as I told him about Baby Pater, there was no way that ire would stick around.

As I waited for him out behind the store in the secluded trash alcove, I imagined me telling him the joyous news. He would pick me up and twirl me around before setting me back down and planting a giant kiss on my lips. I would walk hand in hand with him as we went back into the store and told Bob that I quit, before he would take me home and make love to me and our child all night long. Maybe he would punch Bob out in the process. That would just be the cherry on top.

“What the fuck do you want, Lucy Marie?” Luke’s growl came from behind me.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I had practiced how I wanted to tell him so many times, but seeing him had turned my brain into mush. He was even more handsome than I had remembered. If our child looked anything like him, he was going to be a little heartbreaker. I would be batting girls away as he grew up, or boys if that was what he was into.

Taking a few extra steps toward me, Luke closed the gap between us, his face mere inches from mine. I could smell the danger on him and I wanted to bathe in it.

“Didn’t get enough last time, I see,” he belittled, grabbing me by the shoulders and flipping me around to face away from him. Luke pushed me into the concrete wall of the store and thrusted his body up against mine.

“Luke,” I moaned, pressing back against him. He hadn’t closed the door to the dumpster alcove and anyone could have seen us if they came looking, but truthfully I didn’t care, and obviously neither did he.

I wanted him inside of me more than I wanted anything else in the entire world, and it didn’t matter who saw us. This was an act of passion that people would be lucky to witness.

“Pater,” he growled into my ear, reaching up to the hem of my pants to pull them down, reminding me what he preferred to be called in the midst of passion.

He used his boot to kick at my feet, forcing me to spread my legs, and from over my shoulder I watched him stick three fingers into his mouth and then drive them into my cunt.

“You’re soaked, girl,” he said with neither happiness nor dismay. It was a statement of fact, but I knew I had to be turning him on.

“Fuck me, Pater,” I whispered as he fingered my pussy behind the store. There were no other thoughts in my head as he savagely thrusted his fingers in and out of me over and over again.

When I was close to the orgasm I desperately needed, Pater stopped and I whimpered into the wall. My heated forehead rested against the cool brick as I panted, my eyes closed tightly trying to force myself to cum without any more friction.

“Please,” I moaned. “Please.”

It was the only word in my vocabulary.

I felt Pater’s hands drift up my body until they found my exposed neck. He grabbed me tightly and held me against his.

“Don’t ever fucking approach me in public again. Do you understand me?”

I nodded at him, my airway blocked by his large hand choking my neck. Pater pulled away and I took in a fresh gulp of oxygen. Bending down, I pulled up my pants and turned to see my childs father already ten feet away from me.

“Why are you leaving?” I hollered out, but Luke just ignored me. I watched in agony as he got in his truck and drove away without so much as a backwards glance.

He was gone again and I hadn’t even been given the opportunity to tell him my joyous news. My head sulked as I finished buttoning up my jeans and turned to walk back inside. Unfortunately for me, there was someone watching, and the look on his face was one I had seen before.

I tucked my cock back into my pants and buttoned them up. That loathsome cockroach, Luke Greene, had driven away, and my cunt-whore of a daughter was fawning all over him. I watched as her head sank down once he was out of sight. Of course, she had no idea that Luke was actually her father, and I had no intentions of telling her.

That man had been the bane of my existence since the day I had run over his dumb ass child. First he had fucked my wife, Stella and knocked her up with this devil spawn in front of me, and then he had demanded free groceries forever.

After several years, I wanted to deny him. To tell him to take a long walk off a short pier. The child would have been fully decomposed and there was no proof I had done anything to him, but Luke, not so gently, let me know that there was proof and he dared me to call his bluff.

After Lucy was born, I tried to love her as my own. I really did, but she wasn’t my blood. Not only did she look just like the bastard, I was sterile, and had been since birth. Stella apologized over and over again, but I knew in my heart she loved Lucy more than me, and for that, I hated the little bitch.

“What are you doing out here, Lucy?” I demanded, wishing I’d had more than just the two shots of Bourbon this morning.

“Nothing, Mr. Atler,” she stammered, “I was just-uh, taking out the trash.”

“You’re a filthy fucking liar,” I yelled, walking out towards her.

“Why don’t you go home and sleep this off, Bob,” Lucy said, fear radiating behind her eyes. I hated when she called me by my name. It was as if subconsciously she knew that I wasn’t her real kin, and if she did know, or found out, she would no longer be under my thumb. I couldn’t have that.

My hand came up and flew across her face, sending her tumbling to the ground. Warmth crept up inside of me every time I did that. Being the hand of God always made me feel drunk with power. If I didn’t think I would kill her, I would beat on her as much as I wanted. Maybe that made me fucked up, but she was the devil incarnate and I didn’t feel bad for my part in sending her back to hell.

I bent down, my mouth right next to Lucy’s ear.

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