Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I gaze at Asmodeus’ hand. Droplets of blood fall from his palm as he moves it back and forth. Laughter bursts from my mouth as I realize what he’s doing. The sick fuck is fucking Iblis’ ass with his cock, and the knife is most likely being used in the same way, or at least the handle is. Double anal penetration. A cock and a knife handle. Sometimes I’m surprised Asmodeus doesn't just rip Iblis’ ass with the blade. Good to know my brother has some limits.
“How’s that tight little ass, Bro?”
Asmodeus grunts, his eyes closed as he loses himself in whatever hellish bliss he’s conjured up. Even I don’t understand Mo’s shit. Sometimes he’ll fuck Iblis for hours and not come because he refuses to cut him. I think it’s his fucked-up way of being emotionally sadistic with Iblis. Some sort of psychological warfare. I’m unsure if it’s the act of fucking that’s pleasurable for Mo or the torture.
My heart constricts whenever I see this, trapped in a nightmare I can’t wake from. As fucked up as the three of us are, I hate that it bleeds into our homes and lives. I’d rather fuck the chick unconscious on the bed than these two with their constant emo shit.
I pull Iblis off my dick and tug the mask off, taking some of his hair with it. Such a beautiful man; high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, and perfect full lips that cover my cock like velvet. “Eyes on me, pretty boy.”
When Iblis looks up, his eyes cause another chip in my heart. I don’t know how to make it better for him. How to fix the stains and cracks of our history that bleed violently into our present. But I can give him what he needs, even if it kills me. “You doing okay?”
Asmodeus never asks if he’s okay. I’m not sure if he cares. When he gets like this, Iblis is simply a cum dump. I don’t know if he gives a fuck about any of us.
Iblis nods as saliva trails from his mouth to the floor.
“You want this to stop?”
“No. I need more.”
That’s all I need to hear. I slam my cock back into his mouth and close my eyes, savoring how his silky tongue moves along my shaft and the tip of my cock touches the back of his throat. “You have such perfect holes for your daddies to use, don’t you, boy?”
His tongue ring is heaven as it swirls around my cock, adding another level of fucking pleasure. I think one of my favorite superficial things about Iblis is his hardware. I like playing with the hoops on his nipples and hearing him scream as I pull so hard that I think I may rip them off.
Then I have moments of regret cause the idea of cutting them off his body makes me harder than I’ve ever been. Between his nipple and tongue piercings and the three on his cock, Iblis is my favorite toy.
My gaze leaves him to stare at the sleeping girl on the bed. Would she scream for mercy like Iblis did if I pierced her little clit? I shake my head, trying to outrun the evil thoughts that permanently live in the dark corners of my brain.
Iblis mumbles something incoherent on my cock. I thrust further into his mouth, making him choke. I need him to be my toy right now, not a person with feelings. So for a moment, I ignore him to silence my demons. I raise my hands in the air and wait for Asmodeus to notice. “Twin it to win it.”
Mo rolls his eyes before clamping his hands to mine. He shakes his head and cracks a rare smile. It’s never a laugh. Don’t think I’ve seen my brother laugh since I was eight years old.
I stare down at Iblis, meeting his eyes. “Look at you, piggy. Your own personal spit roast.” Iblis looks too perfect, stuffed to the hilt. I smirk at him and spit directly between his eyes, watching in amusement as it slowly slides down his face. “You needed a little marinade.”
Iblis sputters as he pushes on my leg. I pull out, and he gasps for air. Copious amounts of drool fall from his mouth onto the floor.
I lean down and cup his face. “You better tell me if you’re okay. Death by blow job would be fun, but if I kill you, I might be sad.”
“I’m fine, Abaddon,” Iblis says, his face red with exhaustion. “Help me.”
I glide my cock back into his mouth. “Eyes on me, you insatiable little slut.” Iblis looks up, his eyes cloudy with lust. “You want to come, don’t you?”
He nods as a muffled sound escapes him.
I glance at Asmodeus. He’s on another planet, eyes shut, totally blissed out. He’s high—not on smack, but I know that look. Even with his eyes closed, he wields a knife like a master. Perfect precision as he drags it along Iblis’ back to the base of his neck, drawing a new red cut over the self-inflicted scars that have been there for as long as I can remember.