Page 24 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)
“How?” I frown, tapping my chin, picking up a stick and poking the crying, sniveling professor who I’d stupidly allowed to suck my dick in place of Jessica.
She’s weeping louder than the others, and from what my Little Baby told me, she harassed her.
I take off her sack and the moment she sees me, she weeps harder.
“Hello!” I say brightly, folding my hands behind me.
“FRANK! PLLLLLEEAAASSEEEE PLEEEEASSSEEEE HELP ME!”
“You want me to help you? After what you did to my Little Baby?” I cock my head to the side and she sniffles, shaking her head.
“I… I DIDN’T MEAN IT! PLEASE I… I ONLY WANTED T-TO WARN HER! SH-SHE HAS TO T-TOUGHEN U-UP IF SH-SHE G-GO-GOING TO BE W-WITH YOU! I… I WAS ONLY H-HELPING! L-LET ME GOOOO PPPLLLLLEAASSEEEEE!!!”!
“That’s rich… coming from sons of bitches not even worth the lint in her belly button. Not that she has lint because Jessica is perfect,” I nod with conviction.
“Frank, ignore her and tell me more about this love thing. I have someone I want to love me,” my brother interrupts.
“What the hell do you mean you have someone who you want to love you?” I mutter to him as the professor cries and whines, making everyone else start sobbing, but I ignore her and look at a stick on the ground…
hmmm. Even though I don’t know what this power is, and it’s getting stronger by the day… I can somewhat control it.
“Never mind that. Just answer the question.”
“Hell, if I know. Just kidnap her and force her to love you.” I shrug, and he rubs his chin, the other eye going black.
“Hm… would you do that with sister-in-law?” I pause and for shits and giggles, I imbue the stick with whatever the fuck this shit is boiling in my veins and glance back at him, making sure to remove the bags off the faces of a few so they can see…
“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I growl before I poke her head and I rock back on my feet when brains, skulls, eyeballs, and teeth hit me in the face, making everyone scream. Shit!
“Whoa… let me try?” Saint cocks his head to the side, eyes wide with excitement lit on his face.
“Hell no! These are my prey!” I snarl.
“Ugh, stingy,” he groans and leans against the tree, scrolling lazily on his phone, muttering to himself.
“Kidnap… kidnap… kidnap… hmm…” I narrow my eyes, looking around at the fuckers who dared come for my baby while I was sleeping and smile.
I pick up a pebble, throwing it up in the air twice before I imbue it like I did with the stick and I chuck it at a guy’s head who Saint said was writing disparaging things about my Little Baby online from a troll account.
When the pebble hits the fucker dead in the middle of his forehead, even though he has a bag on his head, I know exactly where my mark is and I hit that mother fucker dead on. His head explodes and Saint smiles evilly with excitement.
“Bullseye!” I grin as something sinister rises in me, and I breathe it in hungrily as an overwhelming sense of hatred comes over me.
I’d planned on savoring this, but fuck all that… their screams bore me… their squirming disgusts me… their presence repulse me, leaving me to snap my fingers. Before my eyes, they erupt in a blazing black fire that melts their skin, bones, and hair, leaving nothing but black sludge on the ground.
“Well, that was quick,” Saint mutters, and I snort.
“Yeah… I blame them.” I adjust my collar, fix my hair, and hum one of Jessica’s favorite songs… I miss her already.
“Sure,” Saint scoffs, stretching and yawning, looking tired. “Anyway, about this love thing… so all I have to do is kidnap her? And then what?” He cocks his head to the side.
“Fuck her, I guess? Hell I don’t fucking know! I mean…I made friends with my Little Baby, but God if I could have fucked her sooner I would have.” I lick my lips. “But my Little Baby would not have allowed that to fly… so…” I shrug. “I just got close to her and stalked her.”
“Stalking…” He types in his phone… “Kid-nap-ping, yes, yes… I see. Great advice.”
“Of course I give great advice. Who the fuck do you think I am?” I smirk.
“Yeah, yeah. Anyway, mother told me to tell you to respond to her texts and calls.”
“I will when I have time.” I crack my neck.
“You have time now,” he points out and I cut my eyes at him.
“I’m busy right now.”
“Doing what?”
“Thinking about my Little Baby, of fucking course. What else is there to do?” I frown, scooching back when the black sludge bubbles over next to my feet.
“Be fucking for real right now, Frank,” he yawns.
“We’re all turning into fucking demons and our parents are supposedly our servants who have served us for millennia…
you need to make time to think about something other than your Little Baby .
” His voice drips with venom, and I look his way, making him hold up his hands.
“Fine, but I’m being serious. There is only so much time you can run from this… ”
“Who’s running? I just don’t give a fuck about it. Right now it’s not bothering me and I can control it, so why bother?”
“Why bother? Really?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, it’s just… I find it strange that you don’t think turning into a fucking demon is cause for concern.”
“As long as I can fuck my woman and be there for her, then what the fuck else do I need?” I question and he throws his head back, sighing.
“If you say so. Anyway, I’m going to head out. Don’t forget to send my payment for rounding up the cattle for you.” He turns, waving, and I use my power to cover the sludge and make my way back to the car, where I swipe up my phone, checking the time, groaning.
Ughhhhhh! Still three hours… I need to find a better way to be closer to Jessica.