CHAPTER 35 - Bryan Trevor
The fire in flames would normally kill us
But with all this desire, together, we are winners
They say we're out of control and others say we're sinners
Fire on fire – Sam Smith
Damn.
If I wasn’t about to let this woman go before, there’s no way in hell I’m letting her escape now.
My cock still pulses inside her, still throbs from the orgasm that destroyed me, dragged me out of hell and hurled me into paradise all at once.
My breathing is ragged, yet I can’t pull away.
Five years.
Five damn years since my hands touched anyone else’s skin.
Since my mouth tasted anyone else.
Since my body went without because only she could satisfy me.
And now Noah is here, trapped between me and the door, her back arched, her ass raised, her chest pressed against the wood while I stay buried inside her.
Her moans still echo in my ears like a song I can’t get out of my head.
Her scent has seeped into my pores and fills the entire room, overpowering even the metallic smell of blood.
The taste of her pussy burns on my tongue, making me hungry to spend hours, days, even months with my face buried in her delicious flesh.
I’ll never tire of this, and I intend to devour her every chance I get.
I’m going to mark every inch of her skin as mine!
I grip her waist tight, afraid that if I let go, she’ll disappear.
Noah moves slowly, exhausted but still hungry, and every contraction of her hot pussy around me from the orgasm is like an electric current.
“Damn it, Butterfly…” I whisper against her nape, biting her skin just hard enough not to hurt. “You’re never escaping me again. Never!”
“That’s the plan.” She turns her face, and I see her eyes glistening with tears. “Let’s get out of this place,” she pleads, and the relief on her face is as clear as the pleasure.
“We will, but I still have a few things to finish first.” She frowns, and even though I hate it, I pull away.
My eyes blaze when I see my cum dripping down her legs.
In the heat of the moment, I didn’t even think about a condom or pulling out, but that’s not a problem—there are pills she can take, and if she doesn’t want to, even better.
Another child would be wonderful and would bind us even closer—if that’s even possible given the bond we already share.
I get dressed without turning my back to her—this isn’t where I want to explain the tattoos. Once I’m fully dressed, I walk to the bed and grab a washcloth I always keep in my backpack.
I return to her and kneel.
Never in my entire life have I knelt before anyone.
But with Noah, it’s different.
She has me in every way.
“Put your leg on my shoulder,” I instruct, and even though she’s confused, she does what I ask. “Holy shit!” I curse, staring at her pussy, red and swollen from our fucking.
My cock springs back to life instantly, and the urge to fuck her again hits me hard, but I control my instincts and just clean her up.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, blushing, as I stand.
“Stop blushing or I’m going to fuck you again,” I grumble, stepping back.
While I gather all the materials and stuff them into the backpack, I watch from the corner of my eye as Noah slips on the panties that had been tossed aside.
When I spin on my heels, I see her walking toward her father’s body.
“He’s still alive…” she says, and I cross the room in seconds. “He’s still breathing. Barely, but he is.”
I stare at the body, noticing she’s right.
I smile.
“That’s not a bad thing, Butterfly,” I respond, and she turns to me. “I’m not finished with him, so it’s good to know he’ll still feel pain.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks, and I raise my phone, searching for the number I need.
“Dom, I need you to spread the contents we brought all over the place and stand in front of the cross. I’m going to need help.”
“Right away, Shadow.” I smile, hearing him use the nickname all my security guards call me.
Dominic has earned my trust—the first to do so in such a short time.
I untie the ropes and the body falls to the floor with a thud.
Noah steps back, staring at the damage already done.
“Let’s get this over with,” I grumble, crouching down and grabbing the ends of the ropes tied to Gavin’s wrists.
“You’re going to…”
“Yes, I’ll drag him to the courtyard,” I answer, starting to haul him away.
“Give me the backpack,” she says, and I hand it over.
Noah opens the door and I pass through, dragging Gavin's body.
A weak grunt reaches us.
Ah, Gavin, you should have died, but it's delicious knowing there's still a breath of life in your body, because that way you'll feel the pain of what's coming.
I cross through the garden, then enter the room that leads outside, but when we turn into the hallway, we freeze at the sight of a redhead closing one of the doors.
“Sarah…” I mutter, only now remembering her damn presence.
“She's mine…” Noah declares, and I shake my head, dropping Gavin's body. “You can come with me, but I finish her off.”
Sick. I'm sick.
That's the only explanation for my cock pulsing again at hearing her talk like that.
Noah crouches down, opens the backpack, and grabs the Glock.
Then she raises it and starts walking toward where Sarah went.
I grab my Sig and follow her.
My girl grabs the latch, and when she turns it, the creak of wood fills the space.
“Hello, Mom,” Noah greets, and when I look over her shoulder, I find Sarah clutching a Bible.
The place is like a supply closet.
There are shelves on both walls, and she's squeezed in the middle, between them.
I scan the contents, a smile spreading across my face when I realize what the packages above contain.
“Where… where is your father?” she demands, her words faltering.
“Dead,” Noah answers, smiling. “And you're going to meet him soon.”
Sarah lets out a wild laugh.
“You wouldn't have the courage. You're weak and pathetic,” she mocks, staring at us without any fear of the guns aimed at her.
“You didn't even have the courage to speak up when I burned your little girl,” she continues, trying to rattle us.
“I should have killed that burned brat and then done the same to you.”
My finger inches toward the trigger at her words.
This wretched woman is the one who burned Sadie's face.
“I knew you burned her on purpose, you filth,” Noah roars, and I see the pain of guilt wash over her.
“Lower the weapon, send that demon away, and let your father purify you. Maybe there's still salvation if he covers you with his sacred semen.”
“How can you be complicit in everything he did? In what he intended to do with this place?”
“God was using him to bring salvation to all of us,” she responds, and she actually believes this blasphemy. “And I have faith that soon you'll be punished. That God will destroy your daughter as punishment, and you'll spend your whole life being purified by the chosen ones.”
I watch Noah lift her gaze, and I know she's reading the packages just as I did.
“You don't regret anything you did to me? The children who suffered because of this monstrosity Gavin created?”
“The only thing I regret is not telling your father about the message this trash sent.” She looks at me with scorn. “I didn't want to cause trouble and believed that after the message, he would never bother us again.”
“Deep down you didn't tell because you wanted to handle it without Gavin,” Noah mocks.
“You wanted to be smarter than him. Prove you weren't useless like he believed.” “And proving he was always right, I screwed up and ruined everything, but I'll accept my punishment and then I'll set up each room for the rituals and do that for the rest of my life.”
“No, you won't,” Noah responds, raising her hand. “Because you're going to die, Sarah, and you're going to die with your skin disintegrating so you know the terror of a burn.”
Then come three shots.
All hitting the containers on the shelves beside her.
They sway and the contents tumble down, falling right on top of Sarah's head.
The packages burst open and the contents start to leak.
“You…” Sarah tries to scream, tries to get up, but horror floods her face, freezing her in place.
The muriatic acid spilled on her body begins to take effect, and her skin starts to disfigure.
I stare, fascinated, knowing there's no better death for this wretch than melting.
My daughter will always have a scar, but Sarah will die burning, scorching in her own personal hell.
Noah doesn't move.
She watches every second of the damage she caused.
Long minutes later, she turns and walks past me, leaving the storage room.
“You did everything you could for Sadie.” I lift her chin, afraid she'll believe the vile things that came out of Sarah's mouth. “If there's one thing you're not, Noah, it's weak.”
“I know…” She smiles, relieving the tightness in my chest. “I won't let her get into my head, not anymore!”
“That's right.” I press a kiss to her lips and head back to where I left Gavin's body.
I secure the ropes again and we keep walking, leaving the bitch behind to dissolve.
The moment we step into the courtyard, I see the carnage.
Noah doesn't react as she stares at the blood and the bodies scattered on the ground.
In front of the entrance stands a wall of men.
The ones who came with me are still here, waiting.
My eyes find seven people to their right, including two girls who can't be more than five years old.
Dominic walks over to me, and behind him I see Travis holding a blonde girl.
I keep walking and watch Noah run over to my friend so she can be close to hers.
“Let's nail him to the wood,” I declare when we stop in the middle of the courtyard. “Upside down,” I add, and he flashes me a bloodthirsty smile.
“I wanted to burn that bastard Elias alive, but the old man was so weak that one shot killed him,” Travis says as he approaches, spitting to the side. I see his father's body up ahead.
I could swear I saw him move, but it must be my eyes playing tricks on me—the vermin is dead.
“What matters is you saved your sister, man,” I respond, releasing Gavin's hands only to lift his feet.