Page 43 of Bound By Lust (Sinful Seven #2)

the descent

Frank

When I pull up to the house, I flop back in the driver’s seat, not wanting to go…

I want Jessica… I just want to fucking be with her!

I close my eyes, connecting mentally with mini me, and I can feel the little bastard sleeping peacefully inside of her.

Based on the pulse of her pussy, I can tell she’s not in too much distress, so that’s at least nice.

I grab my bag and exit the car, going into our house. The moment I step into the house, I notice my mother pacing before she comes over to me, pissed.

“You’re late!” she seethes, but I only raise a brow.

“And?” I cock my head at her, placing my hands in my pockets, uncaring. We’re going to what is supposed to me my kingdom or some shit like that. I can be late to my own party, especially when the one who matters most needs to be taken care of.

“N-nothing… it’s just this is important,” she frowns and I shrug.

“So is my wife.” She curls her lip at that and spins away.

“Lord Lust,” she sighs, massaging her temples.

“You know what? Forget it.” She goes to turn then notices the bag in my hands, seeming confused.

“Milord, forgive me, but you did not need to pack anything. All your needs will be met in hell,” she tells me as she goes to reach for the bag and I grasp her hand tight.

“I need this,” I grit out.

“But… why? Hell, despite what the legends say, is fruitful and vast. There is nothing you shall lack!” I snort at her words, pulling the bag down from my shoulder and shaking my head as I open it.

“See, that is where you are wrong, mother! Do they have THIS?!” I pull out a life-size poster of Jessica in her football uniform with sweat dripping down her face. “Or what about THIS HERE?!” I snarl, excited when I pull out twelve pairs of Jessica’s panties that she’s worn.

“What the fuck?” Pierce wrinkles his face. “I might be able to kind of… understand the poster, but why the multiple pairs of panties?”

“You fool!” I snarl. “One does not eat the same meal every day! There are different flavors!” I lay them all out in categories, carefully placed and labeled in Ziplock bags.

“For example,” I point to one of the bags.

“This is the oldest, with the most delicious and pungent smell…” I hum.

“And I got these!” I point to a yellow pair of boy shorts.

“These are the ones she wears after she just worked out, so some pussy juices still lingers…” I smell these when I need a pick me up…

“Or these!” I grab another bag and hold it to my chest, sighing, feeling the lace, remembering when she wore them for me.

“My my my… when I’m lonely, these just do it for me.

Jessica’s taut ass cheeks in a red thong, spritzed in vanilla body spray…

ugn,” I groan, dick getting hard. “Now these right here have a more delicate, subtle scent.” I nod. “O?—”

“Okay, I fucking get it already!” he mutters.

“Aww, are you sure? I wasn’t even halfway done.

” I look up and he turns away red-faced.

“Well, if you say so, but I also brought other things, like this is the pillow case she drooled on. I’m going to sleep on it, oh and a couple of her dirty shirts…

I read somewhere that scent can calm down the nervous system,” I let them know as I riffle through my bag.

“Isn’t that mainly true for dogs and babies?” Genesis questions, raising a brow, and I look up, holding up Jessica’s contacts.

“And?”

He holds up his hands, shaking his head, but then glares.

“What the fuck are you packing her contacts for?”

“Oh these?” I look at them smiling. “When I look at them, it feels like I’m staring into her eyes…” I sigh an?—

“OKAY! WE GET IT! PUT IT AWAY!” my mother yells and I cut my eyes to her, making her freeze up.

“Watch how you handle her,” I snarl and she bows.

“I… m-m-my apologies Lord L-Lust i-i-it’s just … we’re pressed for t-time and we?—”

“Lord Lust, we’re already late. Your mother meant no harm or to insult your treasures,” my father says, bowing, and I huff, curling my lip as I start putting her things way. Yes! My preccciouusss .

Three days without Jessica is a lifetime. Aside from the days that I fell asleep, there has been no day that I have not slept next to her, kissed her, or seen her. I need to be next to her to breathe… three days is going to feel like an eternity.

I clutch my aching heart, picking up the spoon she ate with this morning and kissing it, a sob wrecking me.

Jessica!

“Oh for crying out loud, can you hurry the fuck up?!” Echo snarls and I go still, tears stopping as I look at the son of a bitch that annoys me the most of all my brothers.

“Listen, you greyscale, bitter bastard. Why the fuck are you even talking to me?” I growl and Echo fists his hands.

I smirk daring him to try me, but Saint yawns loud and I turn to see him sitting on an indigo colored chaise that is in the middle of an odd ass emblem with a shit ton of complicated ass markings painted in rainbow colors in the middle of the floor. I think she said it was a magic portal…

“Do we have to do this now? I’m emotionally allergic to sunlight and responsibility. Can’t we just go so I can sleep?”

“Yeah, Saint is right,” Wilder mutters, looking at his watching.

“I have a bastard to harass in a few, and the more we talk, the longer I have to be there, so chop chop,” he snaps.

“Let’s get a move on. I can’t let that mother fucker breath for a se…

although… if I make him think I’ve given up, that will lure him into a false sense of bliss.

Then I can come back and snatch it all away again…

yes… you know what? Never mind. Carry on,” he smiles and Gannon rolls his eyes.

“I’m opening a new restaurant soon, so I want to speed this up.” He munches on Skittles, and soon everyone starts complaining about what they have planned and why they don’t want to go until Father steps up.

“Okay okay, settle down and let’s go. Let’s make this quick and painless,” he tells us and we all begrudgingly step into the lame ass circle. Just as it starts to glow, my fever peaks again.

I don’t want to be here.

I want to be with her.

I want her mouth on me again, her thighs around my hips, her voice panting my name… mmm…

“Frank!” Genesis points to me. “You’re drooling.”

“Oh,” I lick my lips, chuckling awkwardly before wiping it away.

“You’re way too damn obsessed.” I can only shrug at his words, unable to deny it because it’s true. Every time I blink, I see her. Smell her. Feel her.

And now she’s out there without me! I clench my jaw, ready for this to be over, but something tugs at my spine and pinches at my brain, nearly making me wince. My body is light as the house around me peels open like an onion and reality seem to zip away in the background.

Then out of nowhere, the ground beneath our feet falls, yet we stay floating.

Oddly enough, it feels as if a strong pull of gravity is yanking us down.

Noise blasts around us, but it’s weird… like a vacuum in a rupture through time, through planes of existence.

Wind screams in my ears, molten red and violet light spirals past me like a vortex of memories.

Shadows fly with haunting screams and bellows.

The very air around us vibrates and it’s crazy as fuck, but I can feel the moment I leave the earth because my connection with Jessica physically snaps off, leaving my heart aching.

In turn, the moment I feel hell, my lungs that have felt as if a dead blue whale has been lying on them can breathe for the first time. Finally.

My brain, which was foggy and cloudy, sharpens. My eyes laser focus on even the tiniest speck of dust in the air, while my body feels as light as a piece of lint

The moment my boots crash into the ground, it sounds as if a meteor hits the earth. Immediately, I try to connect with Jessica through mini me, but nothing. Fuck… I try to channel mini me and nothing…

Oh my God! I can’t even smell Jessica’s pussy in the air down here! This really IS hell! Fuck this, I need to g ? —

FWEeeeee-eeEEE! CRRR-ACK-ACK! SIZZLE! Hissss! KRRR-RCH! Fizzzzzz… Shhhhh-shhhh… Tssssss…

Fireworks burst overhead, and music thrums from bone-and-chrome violins. Riverside cafés glow along paved roads as a crowd surges forward, cheering.

“ALL HAIL THE KINGS! ALL HAIL THE KINGS! ALL HAIL THE KINGS!” The fuck is this?!

I curl my lip, looking around to see vampires in armor, wolf-soldiers with ceremonial braids, fish-headed giants whose tails coil like anchors, cat and dog people, butterfly ladies, and dragons, among a shit ton of other creatures cheering, roaring, and chanting….

“ALL HAIL THE KINGS! ALL HAIL THE KINGS! ALL HAIL THE KINGS!”

I glance around and see my brothers are just as shocked as me when my mother steps forward, transformed with the deep red crimson skin, all black eyes, white hair and horns on display, in a black dress.

She’s smiling proud and the crowd cheers louder, but when she raises her hands, they sound like the mute challenge at the Beyonce concert… what the fuck is going on here?

“Citizens of the Seven Hells… children of dusk and dawn, blood and starlight, hear me!

For an age and a century, the thrones have stood hushed in their high spirals, the iron glass crowns gathering only moonlight and memory while their rightful monarchs slept.

As their souls cocooned in mortal vessels, power banked like hidden embers, you kept faith.

You tilled crystal fields, forged cities of marble and neon, and whispered old names into every hearth so the darkness would remember.

Their power has always been great, but this time, in an event never seen in history, they will not rule separately, but together. They will rule as brothers, not rivals. As sovereign flames, not scattered sparks. The Seven Hells are vast, and this time their hearts will beat in unison.