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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Edge of Sin (Snippet)
Morrow
I shouldn’t have let her get this close. Not here. Not now.
But when she pressed against me, warmth coiling like fire along my skin, lips teasing, eyes daring me to falter… I did.
Every rational part of me—the priest, the judge, the part honed by betrayal and bl00d—was screaming that she was hiding something. That smile, that careless tilt of her head, the way she moved like chaos given flesh… it wasn’t innocent. I had seen treachery before—my sister, who should have loved me, who damned me with her denial of what was, her refusal, her lies. I had seen the women I k*lled, one by one, and understood their hearts better than they ever knew. I had learned to read deceit, to dissect motives, to see the truth no matter how well it was masked.
And yet, every nerve in me betrayed reason. Every brush of her hand, every hot whisper of her breath, every way she seemed to fold herself into the space I claimed made me shiver, made my control fray. I wanted to distrust her, to condemn her, to see through her and punish her. And still… I wanted her.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” she whispered against my lips, her voice low and teasing. She pressed closer, climbing me until she could wrap her legs around my body, seductively gyrating her hips against my engorged c*ck. “I can’t stop thinking about the way your cock feels inside of me.”
Damn her for stealing my attention like this when my thoughts were still on the cryptic message I received about her. It gnawed at my mind like boiling acid. She is not what she seems. The words repeated themselves in the shadowed corners of my thoughts. I couldn’t dislodge them. I tried—focused on the press of her against me, on the way her hand wrapped around my horns—but my mind kept returning to that single, jagged warning.
Find the truth. Tear her apart if you must.
The inner demon stirred, whispering, snarling, every syllable dripping with the promise of revelation through destruction. I could almost hear it under my skin, in the tightening of my chest, in the low hum of the Hollow itself.
She lies. She always lies. Strip her truths bare. Tear through every façade. Unearth what she hides, no matter the cost. Only then can she be judged. Only then can her damnation be complete.
Her laughter broke through my spiral. Soft. Dark. Irresistible. She thrusted her hips against me, coaxing my c*ck toward her pussy. And damned if my mind didn’t go blank for a moment, taken over by primal instinct as I slipped it out and ripped the barrier between us with a snap. The gasp she let out was one full of satisfaction as the remnants of her panties fell to the ground, exposing her glistening p*ssy against me.
The subtle sway of her hips, the deliberate weight of her body against mine. She was manipulating me. Controlling me through my carnal hunger. The blasted hellhound was right—she was the only living p*ssy down here in this rotting circus.
Heat pooled low in my stomach, and I hated myself for responding but I couldn’t help it. My damnation was entangled with hers in this Hollow, and yet… I wanted more than control.
I wanted her.
“You always follow the rules, don’t you, Morrow?” Her voice was soft, almost teasing, but with a weight behind it that made me pause. “Every line of scripture, every command, every chain you’ve bound yourself to… you obey it without question. It’s… remarkable,” she panted, as she took a firm grip of my cock and ran it along the seam of her wet p*ssy.
I grimaced, aware she knew the bl00d I’d spilled, the women I’d left broken in my sister’s shadow, the twisted devotion that made damnation inevitable.
When she slipped my c*ck inside of her, I hissed against the crook of her neck, biting her exposed flesh until she whimpered my name like a prayer.
“You hold yourself together, like some unshakable altar in this place. One would think after all the sacrifices you’ve made… you’d lose yourself in all you’ve done.”
“Maybe I’ve already lost myself,” I breathed against her, thrusting at a brutal pace as if to punish her as well as myself, for allowing her to so easily put me in this position.
Her gaze lingered on me, almost reverent, as she bit her bottom lip driving herself against me at the same pace. “It’s… admirable. Terrifying, even. To see a man so devoted to the word, so disciplined… it makes me wonder where your exact breaking point was to bring you here.”
“The dead don’t spill their secrets,” I groaned as our bodies continued to slap against each other.
I felt heat rise in my chest despite myself, though I would never admit it. Her praise—sharp, clever, deliberate—wasn’t flattery. It was a challenge. A test. And I hated that I wanted her to keep speaking. Wanted her to push me to the breaking point she speaks of so I could punish her on her knees until they bled… until she begged to stay there.
“Careful what you admire,” I muttered, voice low. “Devotion isn’t always a gift. Sometimes it’s a cage. One I’ve spent a lifetime building through torn flesh, blood, and unwilling sacrifices.”
Her lips brushed mine again, tentative, teasing. My claws dug into the pillar, the other at the small of her back, stabilizing our volcanic collision.
She smiled against my mouth, eyes half-lidded in that infuriating way that said she knew exactly the effect she had.
I growled low in my throat, a sound more animal than man. The voice in my head—the voice that wanted to see her torn apart for the sake of truth—sharpened, clawing at my restraint.
Don’t lose sight of why you’re here. Tear her apart. See what she hides.
I tried to shove the thought down, to focus on the fire that rose where we continued to connect, biting back my pleasure to the point of pain, to lose myself in sensation instead of suspicion. But it wouldn’t leave. It never did. Every brush of skin, every soft chuckle, every tiny defiance of hers, only made the demon inside me roar louder.
“Do you think about f*cking me as much as I think about f*cking you, Morrow?”
Her heady words mixed with my simmering fury. I knew, no matter how close I got to her, no matter how volatile we carnally came together—the truth had to be discovered. Or I’d break her trying.
Her lips grazed mine again, daring, tempting, and I wanted to respond with abandon. But all I managed was a growl and a dark, choked whisper.
“Rina… don’t play games with me. Don’t push this further than it already is, or I’ll see exactly what you’re hiding while you scream my name.”
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