Their Will be Done: A Dark New Adult Reverse Harem Romance (The Sinners of Saint Amos Book 2)
Page 24
It fucking hurts like all hell, and then it doesn’t anymore. But still I’m whimpering and mewling because the pleasure is just as agonizing as the pain was.
When I come, it’s with a hoarse yell. Reuben grabs my ass and yanks me against him, driving his dick as deep inside me as it can possibly go. Cass follows us, his tongue lapping against my clit.
I shudder as my climax plays out, my fingernails leaving crescent moons in Reuben’s thighs. He fills me with his cum, and it leaks out of my pussy when he starts pulling out.
I grab the back of his neck and turn my head to kiss him.
“Stay inside,” I whisper just before our lips touch.
So he does.
He stays inside, filling me even when he starts to soften, as Cass keeps licking me and licking me and licking me.
We’re still kissing, both still panting, when I feel myself about to come again.
But Reuben doesn’t capture my cries this time. The mouth on my clit disappears, and instead I’m staring into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
As Apollo tears me apart with his tongue on my clit, Cass snatches my breath away with a kiss.
Chapter Forty-Six
Trinity
I should feel different. Why don’t I feel different? Sure, there’s still a faint ache deep inside me, but mentally, I’d have thought I’d feel…
Like a woman?
I shrug off the voice and tug in a deep breath. I’m nestled against Reuben’s chest and stomach, his arm draped over my waist. We’re using Apollo’s lap as a cushion while he’s propped against a heap of pillows. Cass and Zach are somewhere nearby too, but in the dark I can’t quite be sure where.
They brought me in here after they were done with me last night. After I couldn’t take any more pleasure or any more pain.
My eyes are grainy, and my body’s sore. I don’t know if I slept for hours or minutes.
I don’t dare wake the Brotherhood but I need to get the fuck out of here and figure things out.
Also, I need to pee.
I carefully slide out from under Reuben’s arm and creep naked into the living area of their lair. There I find my dress and slip into it as quietly as I can. Thank God Zachary didn’t decide to cut it off me along with my underwear.
I hunt around for my shoes. One of them ended up under the couch.
Having to go to the bathroom almost becomes a non-issue when I stand and see Zachary leaning against a nearby bookshelf, watching me.
“Christ,” I whisper, putting a hand on my pounding heart. “You scared me.”
“Leaving already?” he says, and goes over to a packet of cigarettes tossed on one of the empty shelves. There’s a metallic click. A puff of smoke. He still has his back to me.
“I need the bathroom,” I tell him. Then I hesitate. “I’ll be back after.”
Tobacco ignites with a faint crackle as Zachary inhales. “What makes you think we want you coming back?”
My heart stutters. “What did you say?”
“You all had your fun.” He turns, exhaling a plume of pale smoke. “It’s time for you to fuck off.” He comes closer while I’m still trying to process his words, and grabs my chin. That touch hurts more than it should—they bruised me all over last night.
“When the first bus to Mercy leaves this morning, you’ll be on it.”
I start to shake my head. “Why—?”
Zachary shoves his body against mine, driving me back.
A pained gasp rattles out of me when I thump into the bookshelf, but my lungs seize up a second later when something cold, sharp, and all too familiar pricks the side of my jaw. “Shake your head again, and this’ll go straight through your fucking cheek,” he says.
My body goes rigid. I swallow hard, my mind reeling as I try to think of something to say.
I thought I’d seen Zachary angry before, but the rage burning in his eyes has nothing on that.
The knife slides down the front of my throat, over the front of my dress. I squeeze my eyes shut when his hand goes up under my dress.
“Look at me, Malone.”
My eyes flutter as I reluctantly force them open. The tip of the knife scrapes the inside of my thigh as he brings his hand up…and up…and up. Then it’s touching the most sensitive part of me, a breath away from slicing me apart.
In sheer panic, I glance at the curtain separating this room from the next. If I screamed, would they—?
“I know what you’re thinking,” Zachary says. “But I’m in charge, not them. If I say you leave, they’ll agree.”
My skin tries to crawl off my body as I slowly pull my gaze back to Zachary. Cold, dead eyes watch me for a second.
“Why?” I murmur, not able to stop the tears welling in my eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you and that fucking priest take us for fools,” Zachary hisses. The knife pricks my skin, but doesn’t break the surface.
It doesn’t have to—I know Zachary wouldn’t hesitate to slice into me. I can see it in his eyes.
“I don’t understand,” I say.
I saw what Zachary did last night. He has to be bisexual to some extent to have done what he did last night. So why is my father and Gabriel’s relationship such a sticking point with him?”
I search his face, trying to find meaning in his words. “You can’t blame me for what my father did. It was his choice. I had nothing to do with it.”
Zachary’s eyes narrow to slits. “Back then, maybe. But now? You expect me to believe this is all a coincidence? You arriving here just before we’re ready to strike?”
I frown hard at him. “What does that have to do with—?”
He leans into me, snarling. “I know who you are. Nothing you say is going to change my mind, little girl.”
Who I am? He’s always known—
“If you’re not on that bus when it leaves, I’ll come find you, and I’ll make you bleed.”
He smiles.
Claps a hand over my mouth.
And drags the tip of the blade down the inside of my thigh as I whimper in sudden panic.
“Only this time, I’ll use my knife.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Trinity
I barely have enough strength in my legs to drag me up the stairs, but somehow I make it all the way to the fourth floor of Saint Amos. It’s still early—the sun hasn’t even risen yet—but already I hear the distant sound of doors opening.
Saint Amos is coming to life.
But I’m dying.
It has nothing to do with the shallow cut on my thigh. It was the fear that came after. It has drained my spirit to the point where I’m wondering if I’ll live to see sunlight again.
I could have gone to my room. Climbed into bed. And fallen asleep…possibly forever. But I came here instead. I came back to Gabriel.
I know he’ll take me back because that’s what he does. It’s his job to forgive people.
Sometimes, he even does it on behalf of God.
Maybe I should confess. Serve penance. Maybe then my life won’t be so fucked up anymore.
Makes sense. This was all my fault. I went there. I slept with them. What did I expect? That I’d wake up to breakfast in bed?
No, I hadn’t expected that. I’d hoped.
But Zachary made me realize something I should have realized a long time ago.
The men down there in the back of that library? They are mentally unstable. I’d be too if I’d suffered like they had. I don’t blame them for that.
But they need help.
I stop outside of Gabriel’s door, lift a fist, and bang it on the wood. Then I lean against the wall beside it as the world takes a slow tumble.
Am I in shock? If Zachary had pushed that knife less than an inch up, he would have—
“Trinity, what are you—?” Gabriel cuts off with an angry sound. “Who did this to you?”
Oh.
Right.
The bruises on my face.
; The cum stains on my dress.
The blood trickling down my leg.
He’s wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Glasses resting on top of his head. He looks like my father sometimes did on Saturday mornings when he slept in and would come downstairs at ten o’clock in the morning for his first cup of coffee.
Gabriel and my father had a lot in common, come to think about it.
I straighten, hug myself. Stare at Gabriel.
“There’s…”
He holds out a hand. Wants me to come inside. I look past him, into the small, dimly lit antechamber. Past that, to his room.
No fire this morning.
A suitcase, packed.
Ready to leave.
But I thought he was staying? That’s what the Brotherhood’s entire plan hinged on.
“Please, child. Come inside. I’ll make you some—”
“There’s something I need to show you,” I say.
Gabriel’s gaze searches my face. “What is it?” His voice is low.
I swallow hard, and wish I could look away. But his brown eyes have mine trapped, his face blank. “It’s…”
His voice is clipped when he says, “Speak, child.”
“It’s in the bell tower, Father.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
Trinity
My heart’s pounding like a bongo drum. Father Gabriel holds out a big bunch of keys he’d taken out of a drawer in his apartment and glances at me over his shoulder.
He doesn’t say anything. He just frowns, and puts the key in the lock. But when he turns the key nothing happens.
Because it was already unlocked.
He opens the door. A slash of light paints the blank wall inside. Gabriel steps inside, turns, lifts his hands. “What do you want to show me?” he asks.
I rush into the small room and slap my hands on the bare wall.
“It was right here. Pictures, photos, articles.” I turn, and stab a finger into his chest. “About you. Everything. It all leads back to you!”
He grabs my wrist and twists my hand. I yell out in pain, my body moving to the side on instinct.
As soon as I yell, Gabriel releases my hand and takes a hurried step back, the metal desk rattling when he backs into it. His fierce expression dissolves into shock. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I scramble away from him, my back slamming into the wall.
This can’t be happening. Where the fuck did it all go?
They’d kill me if they knew.
Shit…Did the Brotherhood find out about this room and take everything down?
“Why did you bring me here?” Gabriel has a hand on his heart, but not clawing at it like he’s having a heart attack or something. Just…flat. Like he’s counting his own heartbeats.
“It’s gone,” I murmur. “They took it.”
“Who? What?” He looks around. “Trinity, talk to me. Tell me what happened.” He steps closer, reaching for me, his eyes darting to my legs, to the blood. “Tell me who did this to you.”
But I can’t. I mean…what the fuck am I supposed to say? Yeah, so, there’s this bunch of guys, they say you’re a criminal mastermind. And they have evidence, which was all here, but now it’s gone.
I’d sound like a lunatic.
“You can trust me, Trinity.”
His one hand connects with my shoulder. Then the other. He squeezes my muscles, ducking down so our eyes are level.
“You can tell me anything.”
“What other sins have you committed?” I ask quietly. “Besides fucking my Dad, obviously.”
Gabriel’s face hardens. “That’s between God and me, child.”
“You said I can trust you, but I won’t. Not until you tell me everything.”
He releases me, steps back. His eyes narrow as he studies me. Then he takes in the room again, turning as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I don’t know why I thought things would be different,” he says, so quietly I step forward on instinct to hear him better.
“What things? Are you talking about you and my dad?”
“I thought I could…explain.”
“He cheated with you on my mom and you expect me to trust you?”
Gabriel runs his hand over the dusty metal desk, and my gaze follows the trails he leaves behind right to the marks my butt made when Apollo set me down on the edge.
Gabriel outlines that heart-shaped smudge in the dust as if he can see into the past.
An invisible hand grips my throat, and not nearly as kindly as Zach or Reuben ever did.
“Dear child…” he murmurs. “There’s so much you still don’t know. So much I have to tell you.”
And then he opens one of the drawers.
The screech it makes drags ragged nails down my back.
Tell me? What the hell does that mean? Is this…is it about the Brotherhood?
No. He’d never tell me if he was guilty. No one in their right minds would.
“So tell me,” I say.
I step closer.
Gabriel reaches inside the drawer and comes out holding an envelope. He glances at me from the corner of his eye, his back still turned, and frowns. “Is this what you came here to show me?”
He holds up the envelope.
TRIN
There’s a heart over the I.
Tears blur my vision.
Suddenly I don’t want Gabriel to see anything. I want him to keep talking. But when I lean forward to take the envelope, he moves it out of reach.
His brown eyes dart over my face, hunting.
“What is it?” he asks.
I have no way of knowing, but the second he asks that question, it’s as if I can see right through the fucking envelope.
“A photo.” I lick my lips. “It’s a photo of you.”
He tilts his head a little. There’s even a hint of a smile on his mouth. “Of me?” That smile stretches. “I hope they got my good side.”
I laugh, but it sounds like I’m seconds away from losing my mind.
Or maybe I have already.
Gabriel lifts the envelope a little. “May I?”
My head nods, but it’s as if someone else is doing it for me. My eyes move, but not because I ordered them to.
I watch, frozen in place, as Gabriel opens the envelope.
Takes out the photo.
The coy smile he’d been wearing melts away. For a second, his face could have belonged to a corpse.
Then his gaze flashes up to mine. “So young,” he murmurs.
He tips up his chin, staring down at the photo a second longer. When his eyes lock with mine again, my body goes ice-cold.
“Who left this here?” he asks.
I can’t move, let alone speak.
Gabriel comes closer, glancing between me and the photo, eyes slowly narrowing. I stifle a gasp when he grabs my jaw, tilting my head back so he can stare at me at just the right angle.
His eyes widen a little.
“So much of your mother in you, isn’t there?”
My stomach drops.
“And to think,” Gabriel says, his mouth breaking into a fond smile, “She swore to Keith and me that she’d never have children.”
He turns the photo to me, drawing my eyes.
Middle row, two from the left. A young Gabriel Blake, hands behind his back, stern expression on his face.
“But then she fell pregnant. A boy, did you know that?”
Middle row, four from the left. A young Keith Malone. Solemn, bleak. But so were all the kids in that photo.
My eyes fly back to Gabriel.
“She didn’t keep that baby though. Or the next. But she kept you, Trinity.” Gabriel’s eyes move back to the photo, and my gaze follows. “She kept you, because you were special.”
Middle row.
Three from the left.
Inches shorter than the boy to her left and the boy on her right.
A young, pretty Monica Stevens.
My mother.
So p
etite looking there between Gabriel and Keith.
“Do you know why you were special, Trinity?”
A tear breaks free when my eyes shift so I can look at Gabriel. Again, premonition fills me with a cold, frigid dread.
Don’t say it.
Don’t say it.
DON’T SAY IT!
But he does.
“Because you’re mine,” he whispers. His grip on my jaw tightens. “And I wouldn’t let her.”
To Be Continued…
The story continues in Deliver Us From Evil.
Pre-order today.
Other Books by Logan Fox
Their Cartel Princess
A dark cartel reverse harem series. (complete)
Her Merc
Her Don
Her Capo
Her Wolf
Her King
Their Cartel Princess: The Complete Set
Blood for Blood
A gritty, dark romantic suspense series.
The Hunter’s Game
The Binding Ties
The Whipping Girls
The Agony Doll
Blood King - Available on Preorder
Dark Rapture
An epic erotic suspense series.
Original Sins
Dark Rapture
The Sinners of Saint Amos
A dark new adult reverse harem romance series.
Their Kingdom Come
Their Will Be Done
Deliver us from Evil
Bad Boy Lovers
Dark new adult enemies to lovers standalone romances.
Hateful Lover
Brutal Lover
Corrupt Lover
Vicious Lover
Cruel Lover
Standalones
Mister Sugar
Dark romantic suspense with elements of BDSM.
Black Bird
Erotic suspense with elements of BDSM.
Their Christmas Miracle
A collection of erotic holiday-themed novellas with elements of BDSM.