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Allowing her that one command, I thrust against her, making sure I’m rubbing against her clit each time. I can feel her pussy start to flutter and contract, letting me know how close she is. “Do you want to be mine?” Her eyes fly open, forest green irises locking with mine. Licking her lips, Bree gives me a vicious smile as she pushes my hand harder against her throat. Guess I have my answer.
Before choking her out, I infuse my power into my hand, and brand her pretty little throat. The pain sends her over the edge into her orgasm, and I cut off her airway directly after. It takes seconds for her eyes to roll back into her head and her body to go limp. My release immediately follows and I pump into her until I’m spent.
I flip us again while staying inside her so that she is on my chest instead. I run my fingers through her brown and red hair, so proud of her for taking what she wanted from me. A perfect treasure.
Anna can have the necklace. Brianna is my treasure now, and I am never letting her go.
24. Bree
My pillow is hard and keeps moving. I try to lift my head, but my body feels displaced, disorganized, disoriented. Honestly, I can’t think of the word because my brain is just not processing anything. “How are you feeling?”
“Head hurts.” I don’t know if the words were actually spoken, but I really don’t care. My back is cold and gross. Like when you let sweat dry on its own.
“That’s normally what happens when you’ve been choked unconscious. Glad you’re awake, though.” I can hear the smugness in his voice. Normally, my brain would want to take him down a peg, but I just don’t have the energy to. “I’m hungry. Is it still Sunday?”
His laughter shakes me. I’m on top of him. I slowly move to lift myself up; however, his large hand starts massaging my head. I’m definitely not getting up now. “It’s not even two in the afternoon. You’ve only been comatose for twenty minutes.” Mammon’s hand is so soothing. Who cares that I just woke up from a nap? I want to go back to sleep now. “Tell me about her.”
The words were mumbled, and my addled brain barely heard it. I’m sure he’s talking about Maw. “She was amazing. She was the librarian at our local high school. She’s where I got my love of books from.”
He laughs softly, making my face jiggle against his stomach. “You read smut books with your grandmother?”
That forces me to sit up so I can look him directly in the eyes. “Who said I read smut?” His eyebrow rises as if to say ‘really’. “We read romance, yes. If she read smut, I didn’t know about it.” All of my favorite memories of her run through my mind and I can feel my eyes begin to water. “Every Sunday, after church, we would have a family supper. That weird space between lunch and dinner. Some of my friends would come or some of Paw’s athletes would stop by. It was rarely just the three of us. The town loved them so much…” I hold back a sob. “I loved them so much.”
Mammon pulls me back against his chest and holds me. “You know? My brothers and I rarely get together for a family meal. The only time we’re ever in the same place anymore is in the throne room when we’re giving out punishments. Even then, it’s rare.”
I pull back from him, looking into his dark amber eyes. Was he offering to get everyone together for a family meal so I could feel a part of a family again? Even if he wasn’t, it’s in my head now. “We could have a family dinner.” His eyes grow wide, telling me that he was just talking and not offering. “No, really! We can talk about the bet and what’s expected of me and maybe we can get some hints about who keeps saving me or whatever! I can cook a big family dinner for all of us! Y’all have a kitchen, right?!” I’ve gotten up and started towards the room to get dressed in a cute little black skater dress.
I guess I was always meant to be with the Sins since most of my wardrobe is black. I’ve always been an ‘alt’ girl, though.
The menu for the night is already running through my head. I’ll need to make an abundance of food because I have a feeling Sweetie will eat half of it by himself.
Walking back into the living room, I go to my own kitchen and grab the family cookbook that was left to me after Maw’s death. I shove it in my tote bag, along with my laptop. With everything going on, I haven’t been writing like I want to, and I have so many new ideas. Envy took me to that supernatural restaurant. I bet I could ask someone else to take me, like Beelzebub, so I can ask questions.
Mammon is still sitting on my couch, naked, staring at me as though I have multiple heads. “Get dressed! I’ll wake up Rellick.”
It takes a minute to get him up. Waking up is the only time he’s ever really grumpy. He was quick to get up and dressed when I mentioned going visit the Sins. He’s becoming so close to them. I hope allowing them in my son’s life wasn’t a horrible mistake. Then again… it’s not like I really had a choice.
Mammon is back in his demon orc form when we reenter the living room. “Let’s go.”
“Brianna. I need to warn you that not all my brothers may be able to get out of work. We may be kings, but we still have duties. This may not go the way you planned.” I nod my acknowledgment and Mammon opens a portal to Hell.
We enter into the throne room where Lucifer sits with a few souls standing before him. “Hi, Luc!” Rellick yells out causing everyone to pause and stare at us.
“Hello, Rellick.” His smile looks forced. “Brianna, Mammon.” He nods his head in acknowledgement.
“What you doing?” Rellick runs to Pride’s throne and holds his arms up. Lucifer looks at him confused and then to me for answers. “Pick me up, Luc,” my son commands. The King of Pride looks to me for permission, I guess. I give him nothing. He can figure it out himself.
After a few moments, he lifts Rellick, who spins to sit in Pride’s lap. He repeats his question while observing the souls. “They’re here for punishments.”
Rellick’s eyes grow wide, and he audibly gasps. “I don’t like being punished. What they do? Run in the hall? Mommy doesn’t like that.”
Lucifer’s smile eases, turning genuine “Oh, much worse. This is Windell Taylor. He killed his wife because she ‘ruined’ his image.”
I appreciate that he’s not treating Rellick as a baby, but he doesn’t know what any of that means. Opening my mouth to inform them, Rellick cuts me off. “Killed? Guess he has to walk the plank. You have a plank, right?”
“What?” I cry out. Lucifer and Rellick both turn to me. “What do you mean he has to ‘walk the plank’? What do you know about killing?”
“Captain Hook had the lost boys walk the plank. That’s how you kill.” He speaks in his sassy sarcasm. As though I’m supposed to know this. I suppose it’s my own fault for letting him watch all Peter Pan related movies.
