Page 136 of The Darkness is Calling

“We still haven’t signed any certificate... And we need to talk.”

I grin. The certificate is right here in this room, waiting for her to sign it too, before I send it to one of our men, who will make it official without us having to go anywhere.

“Believe me, that’s as good as handled. And our conversation can continue right now.”

“How can it conti—oh, God!” she gasps in surprise when I touch her through her underwear.

She didn’t even realize when her thighs relaxed and I advanced like a snake. I slide my fingers up and down, and she slowly leans back, resting against the velvety fabric of the black sofa.

I feel her surrender completely and make room for myself beneath the enormous skirt, which I manage to lift even higher so I can kiss her thigh.

“Did you really think I was going to let you marry that man?”

Her thin fingers disappear into my hair, tugging at me lightly. “Yes... I was sure you had gone back to your old life.”

“And now do you believe me when I say there is no life for me without you by my side?”

Her eyes meet mine when I lift my head. “Not completely.”

I grin hearing her words. I didn’t expect her to forgive me too quickly anyway, but...

“It will be my absolute pleasure to bring you onto the right path.”

“Damn it! Stop saying that. It reminds me you killed a priest.”

I frown. “I’ve never killed an innocent priest.”

This is not the time to make a list of all the filth I discovered after doing a small investigation into the priest in question.

“Never? Meaning you’ve done it before?”

I roll my eyes, no longer looking at her shocked face. My patience has reached its limit, so I take action.

I grab her by the knees and pull her closer until her ass is at the edge of the sofa, her legs slightly spread. There’s still some white fabric in my way, but her thin underwear is visible and within reach, easy for me to grab in my fist and tear off in one motion.

“Damn it,” she curses in a voice that is like a pleasant melody, caught between frustration and desire.

“Has he touched you since he came back?”

She knows who I mean and, fortunately, her answer comes without hesitation.

“No. At least, not like this.”

She has no idea how the voices purr at hearing this wonderful detail.

“But you were going to let him touch you again,” I say with cold calm, dragging my index finger over her core.

“Maybe you’ve heard of the wedding night,” she says between little gasps.

The contrast is beautiful, between the white surrounding her and my black gloves, just like the rest of my outfit.

“If by some stroke of bad luck you had made it that far, I guarantee I would have cut his throat while his head was right here.” I lick her center and enjoy her moan, savoring the sweet wetness I already find there. “Then I would have let his blood spray all over your cunt. What a beautiful image that would have been afterward, while I fucked your pussy smeared with that bastard’s blood.”

“Oh my God...”

A sigh shaded with pleasure and horror slips between her parted lips, and I begin to lick and drink from her greedily. My tongue plays with her clit, circling it, then dipping inside her several times.

She grips my hair harder with her fingers, and I embrace the pain. It’s nothing compared to the agony I experienced through these past ten days, and now it makes me feel alive again. Like she is real and no longer just a hallucination created by my broken mind. A dream I chased through every moment of the short sleep I barely had when she wasn’t beside me.