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“I promise I’m harmless.” I held my hands up in a defensive gesture, slowly turning in a complete circle, facing him again with a smile. “See, I’m still your sweet candy girl.”
His beady eyes roamed up and down my body. I could guarantee if he touched his dick it would be hard—but then, he’d have to find it first.
“Where the fuck have you been?” He slackened his grip on the gun, quickly tightening it again when I moved forward.
“I’m just gonna have a seat, okay? My legs are sore. I’ve started this really intense exercise regimen. It involves my legs being around someone’s neck while they shove their cock inside me so far and so hard I can barely breathe.”
I hopped up on the desk and crossed a leg, propping my chin in my hand.
“Sounds fun, right? You should try it sometime. It almost sounds as good as all your delegates being brutally slaughtered right now.”
He snarled at me and flew across the office. Grabbing a fistful of hair, he pointed the gun right at my temple. “You always were a homicidal slut.”
“Aw, thank you.”
I winced as he shook me a few times back and forth, hitting me in the side of the head with his gun.
“Ouch. That really hurt.” I scowled at him, blinking away tears of pain, feeling a trickle of blood rolling down the side of my face.
“If this church is going down, so are you and I. Open your legs.” He glanced at the door, keeping the gun trained on me.
I stiffly spread my legs apart, reminding myself of what I was doing there.
“Do
you wanna hear a secret?”
He moved forward until he was in between my legs. “Tell me your secret, Cali.”
Eager to oblige, I wrapped one arm around his neck and leaned towards him.
“I found a lover, Father. I found a lover in the devil and any second now he’s going to come through that door and fucking tear you apart.”
He immediately stepped back. I grinned up at him. On perfect cue, his office door flew open with such force it left a hole in the drywall.
I watched his facial expression and stature go from smug and confident to shocked and terrified. His fear was tangible. Using his distraction against him, I kicked him in the balls and snatched the gun from his hand.
“I guess I’m right on time.” Romero stepped into the room and shut the door with his foot. He had bloodstains on his face and his clothes.
Gabe breathed something under his breath that I couldn’t make out clearly. He was looking at Romero as if the reckoning had arrived and this was his judgment day. Well, I suppose it kinda was.
Romero’s eyes dropped between my legs, bouncing back up to study my face. I offered him a smile and the gun.
“Get in the corner,” he directed Gabe, who scrambled to comply.
He came to stand in front of me and gently skimmed his knuckles near the area I’d been hit with the gun, taking it from my hand.
Beyond the office, I could hear the remaining windows shattering, the echoing boom of pews being overturned, and the occasional scream of someone new being discovered by the robed figures.
I reached up and touched the side of Romero’s face, feeling his rage building in his veins.
“There’s two left in the chamber.”
“You hear that, Gabriel? I’m gonna give you that many more chances to live.” He brought the barrel of the gun to my mouth. I closed my lips around it and ran my tongue up and down the cool metal. Pulling it out, he mimicked my action before lowering it between my open thighs. He grinned at me when he saw I had no underwear on.
I placed my hands behind me and gripped the edge of the desk as the hard metal was eased inside me. Gabriel’s breath audibly hitched when I groaned.
“You’re beautiful,” Romero mused, pulling the gun out and pushing it back in. My inner muscles stretched and clamped around it, a little gush of arousal lubing the barrel.
