Page 69 of Caressed By Sin
“Where are the Boto Brothers?”
“Port of Rio de Janeiro.”
“Give me more.”
“They stay on a huge yacht called, Endless Pleasure. The name is written in cursive on the side.”
Azar grinned. “If the Boto Brothers are not there or you warn them that I am coming—”
“You will tear off another one of my cocks?”
“Not one, Ferkos. This time all four will be yanked out.”
Four? I thought it was only three. Where was the other one?
“It was good seeing you, Ferkos.”
He sighed. “I wish I could say the same, stingy demon.”
“Good night.” Azar lifted the sword and slammed the handle hard against Ferkos’s head. The demon went limp in Azar’s hold.
The waterfall and majestic garden disappeared.
Slowly, Azar lay Ferkos down on the ground.
We stood in the center of a large, dank warehouse. The stench of blood and death suffocated me. Rusty-barred caged cells lined the walls full of all types of creatures—humans and fairies, vampires and trolls. Any supernatural being that one could imagine, Ferkos had contained.
The creatures in the cages, sobbed and cried in despair. Some had their arms through the bars, grasping and clawing. Others huddled in the corners of their cages.
“No!” I tried to reach out my hands as if I could free them, but I could barely move. And then, darkness enveloped me.
Chapter 11
A Story of Angels
Azar
I had to escape with Fatou.
Ferkos remained unconscious and on the ground for now. He was so powerful, he would get up soon. Plus, demons were petty creatures.
Ferkos would spend centuries trying to get his revenge.
I grabbed Fatou. Her body was limp in my arms. She must’ve passed out from all the sex magic. Three parts of my being fucked her hard, stuffing that lovely body as much as I could.
And still I yearned to have more of her.
I blurred us out of Ferkos’s office, almost knocking down guards and guests. Not everyone kept their balance. Some cursed me in their languages. Others gawked probably wondering what I had been up to.
What did they think as I held my cum-soaked sex slave in my arms?
Once out of the church, I wasted no time on signaling for a taxi.
I tightened my grip on Fatou and jumped in the air. With Ferkos’s surge of his club power, I was light and free like a feather floating on the wind.
I rose up into the cool night’s darkness, passing the gargoyles planted on the roof. One growled but remained still. The other eyed me as I flew away with Fatou.
So high up, the stars sparkled and the moon glowed luminous silver.
