“Jesus fuckin—” her words are cut off from another sharp thrust, a moan replacing her sinful words.
I shudder, my control completely in tatters as I drive into her, fucking her so hard that I’m forced to keep dragging her back down towards me.
Sharp screams fill the air and there’s a moment where the pitch is so high, I fear I broke something inside of her.
But then her pussy clamps tight, making it almost impossible to move before she comes around my cock, her body nearly convulsing from the power.
My name falls from her lips, but I can’t stop. The sound of our skin slapping and her garbled words bounce off the windows surrounding us as I continue to slam into her.
Her tiny throat is in my hand, squeezing until she can no longer utter a word. A hand wraps around my arm, branding bloody crescent moons into my skin as she fights for oxygen. I’ll gladly sacrifice my name on her tongue if it means climbing up to heaven with her.
I bare my teeth, intense pleasure racing down my spine and building at the base.
Fuck, I feel the explosion right at the precipice. Parsons Manor will always be destined to be the house that burns and takes lives.
“Give me another, baby,” I urge, my other hand reaching down until my thumb circles her clit.
Her face pinkens, nearing red when she falls back over. I release her throat, the dizzying rush from lack of oxygen coupled with her orgasm has her back coming entirely off the floor. Like a woman possessed, she clings to me, as more scratches are torn into my skin.
Gnashing my teeth, I sit back, bringing her squirming body with me until I’m kneeling with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
She gyrates down onto me relentlessly, riding out her orgasm and pulling me down over the edge with her. I come with a roar, clutching her to my chest so tightly that we’re both only capable of small, jerky movements as we grind into each other.
I lose myself. My name. My identity. My soul. It’s been hurdled away into the vortex our bodies have created. Like being sucked into a wormhole and kicked out into a new universe.
And when we come down, the stars surrounding us suddenly look so dull and lifeless compared to the ones shining in her eyes.
“I have an extraction tomorrow. It’s what I’ve been building up to for months now,” I say, my fingers tracing across her bare back. “It’s going to be pretty dangerous. I just want you to be aware of that.”
Addie’s head lifts, her face much more visible now that we’re in a room housed in windows. I can see the barest hint of the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, and I want to kiss each and every one of them.
We collapsed after I fucked us both stupid, and neither of us has felt inclined to get up since.
“Is it the rituals?”
I nod and tell her all about the night I had. She was aware of the fucked-up dinner party, and when I tell her it was successful, her face softens with relief.
“I can’t wrap my head around people actually doing that. People just came over and sat at that table as if they were going to eat fucking lobster tail?”
“Yeah,” I murmur. I bite my lip, a shit-eating grin already forming on my face for what I’m about to tell her. Her head just settled back on my chest when I say, “The little girl I saved, Sarah? She asked if I’d be her daddy.”
Addie’s head snaps up so quickly, she comes close to breaking it.
“Careful, this world would be in trouble if you died.”
Her mouth flops. “What did you say?”
I shrug. “I didn’t really get to say anything. She had to leave so I could go get fake arrested. If I didn’t, Dan and the Society might’ve found the raid too convenient. Luckily, I was able to play it on a charge that Dan has gotten in the past.”
She blinks. “Would you? Adopt her, I mean?”
I lift my hand, gently swiping a lock of her hair from her face and curling it behind her ear. She tries to hide the shiver, but her body is pressed too closely into mine for it to be successful.
“I wouldn’t do anything without your say-so. But yes, I would.”
She swallows. “Why do you need my permission?”
“You think I stalked you just because I wanted a quick thrill? No, baby. It’s you and me forever. Which means if I become a daddy, then you become a mommy.”
Her eyes widen, and what looks like panic flashes in her irises. I curl a finger beneath her chin and land a quick peck to her lips.
“Don’t worry ‘bout that right now. Sarah is safe, and at the moment, we’re more worried about her trauma and getting her mental health taken care of.”
She nods, though I don’t miss the lingering look before she settles back on my chest.
Chapter 41
The Shadow
“Y
ou ready for tonight?” Jay asks in my ear.
“I’ve been ready,” I answer easily as I pull up to the gentlemen’s club, Savior’s. The Society choosing this club as the front for an underground dungeon must be their version of a sick sense of humor.
I slip the earpiece out of my ear, stuff it in my inner suit jacket, and then make my way up to the entrance.
The outside of the building is like any other high-priced strip club—a marble black monstrosity that drips money and power. The security guard standing outside of the doors gives me a once-over, before putting me through the customary what’s your name and let me check your asshole. Cough once.
Unlike Detective Fingers, this one actually manages to keep his hands in the safe zone and lets me through without a hitch.
For obvious reasons, I’m not permitted to carry firearms on me. But that won’t be an issue.
After Mark confessed the location, several of my men were able to infiltrate the security detail hired for this club.
Powerful men and women certainly wouldn’t be showing up to kill children if they didn’t feel protected while doing so.
Security is required to carry firearms, and I have it on good authority that some of them might let me borrow a gun or two when the time comes.
Just like when I was here last time, when I walk into the club, it feels like walking through a portal to hell. It's stifling in here, the air so full of depravity and sickness that it's a physical weight on my shoulders.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I feel like I need a goddamn gas mask.
I walk directly into the main area, the massive layout an open concept. It's dimly lit and ominous—the perfect place to hide in the shadows without being noticed.
The floors are black marble, and unlike the seedy strip clubs downtown, these floors shine as brightly as my freshly polished shoes. The blood red walls are bare of creepy art, but plenty of creeps occupy the booths and tables surrounding the stage. A woman swings around the pole, shaking her ass to the beat while money is thrown on the stage.