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Ican hear the wind howling outside, rain pounding against the roof. My eyes flick toward the stained glass, and I can see the vague silhouettes of trees as they bend against the wind.
Ripley reaches up, cupping my face.
“Don’t leave me hanging, cowboy.”
I let out a low growl, my mouth crashing against hers in a feverish and fiery kiss as we devour one another, neither of us bothering to maintain any sense of control.
Once we’re done here, I’ll give McKinney’s phone to Raph. Maybe there’s something useful we can use to track down Adonis, along with what little we got out of him. I can’t wait to watch the light leave that fucker’s eyes.
I tear myself away from Ripley, relishing her bitten-red lips as I retrieve the discarded knife, placing it in her hand and gesturing at the cop.
“Time to put him out of his misery.”
“You’re recording?”
“Mmhmm. Ready when you are.”
“Perfect.” She shimmies out of her dress, her long hair tumbling down her past shoulders, just barely covering her tits. “Now get out of my shot.”
I chuckle, bowing to her and taking a step back just as a bolt of lightning shoots through the sky outside, and a clap of thunder shakes the walls. Mother nature has rolled out the red carpet for us, the brand new Gods of this place.
She drags the blade along McKinney’s shirt, cutting it open to expose his naked belly, lily-white and practically begging for the tip of a knife.
She stops just below his belly button before digging it in and gliding firmly upward like she’s slicing through wrapping paper.
He lets out a strangled, raspy death rattle as Ripley finishes her cut, pulling the knife out and tossing it aside before driving her hand right into the gaping wound she created.
Blood flows like wine, dripping down his body and onto her bare feet as she tears into him with a kind of madness I’ve never seen before.
By the end she’s pulling his large intestine right out, letting half of it splatter on the ground with a sound that reminds me of wet paper towel hitting the kitchen floor.
“You see this?” She snarls. “This is what you get when you fuck with me!”
It’s like watching a natural disaster run its course. There’s no method to it, only an unadulterated cruelty.
“Come to me.”
The howling wind rattles the windows. Warning sirens scream in the distance, alerting us to run for safe haven, but she’s just looking up at me, blood dripping from her fingertips while her face starts to twist into a sadistic grin.
Ripley’s bloodied hand is stretched toward me like an offering, and I find myself dropping to my knees, letting her tower over me as she brushes her fingers against my lips, urging them to part. When I obey, I’m rewarded with the taste of copper and her silky, sinful voice.
“Clean me off.”
I groan, sucking on her fingers as she pumps them slowly, in and out of my mouth. She’s staring me down like I’m her last meal, and I’ll gladly let her consume me.
“That’s a good boy.”
When she pulls her fingers out, I’m left feeling empty, a hunger burning inside of me that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
“Take your pants off and lie down,” she commands, her voice firm, and cool as steel.
A chill of excitement rushes down my spine.
I unbuckle my belt before pushing my jeans past my hips and kicking them to the side, watching Ripley’s eyes as they fall on to my cock, throbbing and aching to be buried inside of her. I lick my lips and stride toward her, laying down in the blood that’s pooled at her feet.
She quickly glances at the phone that I’d stacked up on a few Bibles, resting against one of the pews.
“You’re sure this is getting everything?”
“Positive.”
“Good.” She straddles my face, sinking down onto me. “I hope you’re hungry, cowboy.”
“I’m fucking starving.”
Ripley lets out a moan, grinding her pussy down onto my face, and I explore her with my tongue, dragging it all the way across her tight little asshole to her silky slit.
I wish Adonis could see what she looks like when she’s completely in control. I wish I could watch him shiver at the power she holds in the palm of her hand, in her wickedness and vile truth.
A crash of thunder swallows up her cries, and suddenly I feel her mouth around my cock. She takes me all the way down her throat, her tongue gliding over my piercings as I moan into her pussy, feeling her juices drip down my chin as I devour her.
I reach down, smearing my hand in the pool of blood before reaching up and smacking her ass as hard as I can— all while I continue to voraciously eat her up.
A flash of lightning illuminates the windows, and I hear something close to a roar, almost like the building itself is trying to come to life in the storm.
If my daddy could see what I was doing to his precious little sanctuary, he’d tell me I was the devil, that I brought evil to Babylon the day I crawled out of my mother’s womb.
He’d do worse than kill me.
She claws at my thighs, snapping her hips harder and grinding down as much as she can without crushing my skull.
“Right there!” She groans. “Oh, fuck, make me come!”
She’s in complete control, and as one last gift to me, she wraps her lips right back around my cock, taking me as deep as she can. The windows are starting to rattle as the storm envelops the church, but it’s nothing compared to what’s roaring inside of me.
It feels a little like leaving my body as she lets out that final blissful scream, and I just barely manage to register the sound of something shattering nearby. All of a sudden roaring winds are clawing their way inside the building, and I feel a blast of humid air as it all rushes by.
Ripley releases my cock, practically singing my name like a hymn as she rides out her climax, but just when she’s at her peak I grasp her firmly by the hips, pushing her off of me before turning the tables and pinning her arms to the floor with one hand.
Her cheeks are dusted pink, her eyes nearly black as she smiles up at me.
“I love you.”
Warmth floods my chest and I slowly dip my head, brushing my lips against hers.
“I love you too.”
Rain pours through the shattered window, and the wind becomes an animal unto itself, letting out an ominous bellow as it claws and scrapes at the building. It could tear this place apart and I wouldn’t care, because right here, and right now, I know that Ripley and I are untouchable.
She wraps her legs around my waist as I thrust all the way inside of her, making her call out for just a moment before she regains control, biting down into my lip so fiercely that she punctures the skin.
I groan, tearing my mouth away and lifting my head, tasting blood as I force her mouth open and spit on her tongue.
She swallows without hesitation.
“Fuck me harder,” she gasps.
I obey, feeling heaven and hell collide inside of me with every thrust. She’s not my protégée anymore, she’s my Queen. She’s proven that a thousand times over, and I would do anything to make her happy.
Our moans blend with the sound of the wind, becoming a macabre cacophony as yet another window shatters, this time even closer. Glass tinkles and cracks across the pews, but I just keep fucking her, digging my toes into the floorboards as I thrust harder and harder.
“I feel like we can beat this storm, rabbit. What do you think?”
Ripley lets out a sardonic laugh.
“I think it could kill us right now and I’d still die happy— oh, fuck! I’m gonna…!”
She winds her legs around my waist, taking me deeper until we’ve become a mess of frenzied licks, bites, and kisses, and I’ve lost all sense of time and space.
I’m floating. Flying.
And before I know it, my dick is pulsing, and I’m coming harder than I’ve ever come in my goddamn life.
There’s another roar and crack, dull, and already fading into the background.
I think I feel glass prickling against my skin.
But it doesn’t matter.
Because I have her.
And this.
Whatever it is.
I collapse on top of her, breathing deep as I bury my face in her neck.
In and out.
In and out.
Ripley’s hands dance down my back and I let out a hiss when her fingers glide over a brand new gash with some glass still sticking out.
“Sorry. Looks like you took a bit of unexpected damage.”
“S’okay,” I mumble into her neck. “Not the worst pain I’ve felt.”
The wind’s died down, and we’re engulfed in silence all over again.
Ripley strokes my cheek, licking blood off of her fingers, and at this point, I can’t tell if it’s mine, hers, or McKinney’s. Just the sight of it staining her lips makes my heart beat faster, but before I can steal another kiss—
Another rumble, but this time from the ground.
And then the familiar sound of tires on gravel.
Doors slam in quick succession… I have no idea how many, but it’s enough to make my gut twist into a painful knot as the two of us exchange a look.
“Get up and get dressed,” I whisper. “Now.”
And that’s when I hear it.
Three loud, ominous knocks.
“Little pigs, little pigs… let me come in!”
And then, the gunfire erupts.