Unholy

Chapter 9

Tristan

I let Ash come to the warehouse to watch me sculpt today. I don’t know why. The model isn’t here today, but I have plenty in my mind to work with.

“You make it all by hand? Even if it’s that big?” she asks as I keep working.

“All by hand.”

“What else can you sculpt?”

“Just about anything you want.”

“What about me?” Now my eyes jerk over to where she sits on a stool watching me.

“Why would I?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Naked? You’re comfortable getting naked in front of me?” She shakes her head, and I laugh. “I didn’t think so. Shut up and sit there being a good Little Nun.” I get back to work and ignore her for the most part, but that fucking electricity that runs between us is almost too much for me to deal with without fucking her senseless. I know she wants it. I can see the look in her eyes, but I’m not about to give it to her yet.

“Will you be naked?” She finally asks.

“You want me to be?” I ask in return.

“I’d feel more comfortable, I think,” she answers, chewing on her nail.

“What if I just make you a cute little cross? How about that?”

“I mean it. I want to try, Tristan.” I swallow hard because seeing her naked is only going to fuck with my head more, and I know it. But I nod my fucking head and motion for her to strip. I step back and take off all my clothes, standing in front of her naked. Her eyes roam over my body, and it hits me that she’s never seen a man naked before. She stops on my cock, and that bastard jerks at her attention.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Take it off,” I order, nodding toward the dress she has on today. She slowly pulls it over her head and drops it to the floor. “All of it.” She moves to her bra, then her panties, and a fucking growl lodges in my throat. Seeing her naked is just solidifying the fact I should stay as far from her as possible.

“This is a bad idea,” I tell her once more.

“Please.” That one word coming from her lips is all I can handle. I step toward her slowly and then once again. She watches me, unsure what I’m about to do. I reach for her hair, wrapping it around my hand to pull her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her lips part as she keeps her eyes on mine.

“You’re asking a lot of me when I have little restraint.”

“I’m not your type. You said so yourself,” she reminds me of my own words.

“Your body is.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

“It doesn’t need to. We’re human. We’re feral. We do what we need for pleasure.”

Ash swallows hard before reaching up and untangling my hand from her hair. Then she walks over to the stool and takes a seat, crossing her legs. I go back to what I was supposed to do and begin to sculpt her on a smaller scale than my other works.

Ash watches me, and the fire in her eyes is almost more than I can deal with right now. I want to take her, break her, fuck her, hurt her. There are so many things I want to do to her that I know she’ll regret later.

So I focus. I focus on the sculpture, on making it look just like her.

Ash sits for hours, my cock eventually calming himself down as I work.

“It has to dry,” I tell her when I’m finished and move past her.

“Can I look at it?”

“Yeah.” She stands from the stool and walks over, looking at it with a smile and awe on her face.

“This is amazing.”

“It’s you.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning nothing. I’m taking a shower.” I leave her standing there looking at her sculpture and head into the bathroom, starting the water. A few seconds later, the door opens, and she enters the bathroom.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Coming to shower with you.”

“You’re being awfully brave for a Little Nun.”

“You told me to ask. That’s it. And I want to know what you feel like,” she says, her voice hitching when she speaks.

“Inside you?” She shakes her head. “Under your palms? Against your skin?” Now, she slowly nods her head, and I nod mine, too. I started this shit with her. I let her think she can do what she wants with me as long as she asks me. “Fine.”

She steps into the large shower, and I do the same. The water hits me, and I wash the clay off me when I feel her hands on my back. I stop moving. I stiffen at her touch because this, this is far more than crossing the line. This is taking a full fucking leap over the goddamn edge of my sanity.

Her hands roam over my back. Every fucking muscle in my body is locked up tightly, with her touching me. I want to tell her to stop. I want to beg her to keep going, but I do neither. I stand as still as I can and let her touch me.

When I turn to face her, she looks down and I know what she wants.

“Little Unholy one, aren’t you?”

“Can I?”

“Ash,” I warn her.

“Just one touch.” Fuck. She’s trying to kill me. That’s what this is. It’s mental fucking warfare, and she’s winning. I nod my head and close my eyes so I don’t have to look her in the eyes as she does it because I know if I do, I’ll lose it and take her against her will right here, right now. And maybe that’s what she wants. She wants me to fuck her against the wall of my shower.

I think about doing it when her hand rests on my cock. Again, that fucker jerks to life for her. She slowly begins to move her hand over it, fingering the vein underneath as I groan.

“Ash, this isn’t going to work.”

“I just want to see what it feels like,” she whispers as she keeps her hand moving. Finally, she wraps it around and begins to stroke it the way I made her stroke it the last time I had her touch my cock. I bite my fucking lip until I taste blood because her hand feels too damn good wrapped around me like this. I start to roll my hips into her hand, getting into a good rhythm. It all feels so fucking good that I reach for her, dragging her face to mine and devouring her mouth. My blood leaks onto her tongue, and she moans the more I kiss her, but her little hand doesn’t stop moving until I’m coming all over her. Cum hits her stomach and slowly slides down her flesh when I release her with one hand and slip it down her stomach. I collect the cum and find her clit, rubbing it until her knees begin to shake.

“What’s that?”

“You’re going to come for me, Ash. That’s all it is. A fucking orgasm like you never felt before,” I tell her. I play with her clit, getting her worked up before I slow down and start all over. I keep going, using my cum as lube and wrapping my other arm around her to hold her up because when she comes, she fucking explodes.

“Tristan!” My name leaves her mouth in a fucking scream that I wish her little boyfriend could hear. Her body convulses and shivers as I keep pressure on her clit.

When her eyes begin to roll back, I ease up on her as she tries so hard to catch her breath.

“Nobody has ever touched me there,” she says softly.

“And you just let your stepbrother, the most sinister thing you can see, touch you. How does it feel?” I ask her wondering what she will say.

“I don’t even know. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“You want more?”

“Can I have more?” I chuckle now.

“You can have whatever you want, Ash. I told you, just ask.”