Page 133 of Evil Hearts

Chapter Four

Victor

T his meeting is dragging. There are thirty of us crammed into this little building with no windows and one exit. I positioned myself near the door in a corner. I don’t feel comfortable with anyone in here behind me.

Elder Kirwin is on the small riser at the back of the building. He taps on the microphone and clears his throat.

“As you all know, it is our sacred duty to eliminate all abominations, lighting a path to a better world. The world God intended.”

The crowd cheers. I lean back into my seat and discreetly check my phone. Looks like I’m going to see Frankie tonight. My lips pull into a smile.

“Now for the situation reports. Zone one has eliminated the abomination class Vampire. Excellent work. Zone two has identified an abomination class vampire. Proceed with cleansing. And,” Elder Kirwin says, his eyes boring into me. “Zone three. Abomination identified class reanimated. Proceed with Cleansing.”

Identified? Someone found Frankie out? Who was it? Who reported my woman?

“We are dismissed. May the torch of righteousness light your path,” Elder Korwin adjourns the meeting.

“May the torch of righteousness light our path,” the room echoes.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I have to fix this. I have to hide her. I have to protect my Frankie.

The question remains- how? How am I supposed to protect her from the church? They have eyes and ears everywhere in this town. I could have a corpse take her place. Torching a corpse is nothing new to me. If that’s what it takes to protect Frankie, I will do it in a heartbeat.

I am one of the first few out of the door. I would rather not be cornered by an elder right now. I have to do what needs to be done. What time is it?

I glance down at my watch. Almost eight. I need to see her. I climb into the flower van and I drive to the funeral home without thinking. I just need to see that she is okay. I need to know that whoever discovered the abomination class doesn’t know it’s Frankie.

Parking in my usual space around the side, I lock the van and sprint to the front door. The parking lot is empty otherwise. Her last service must have ended some time ago, but she’s still in. The light coming from her office window assures me of that. I woke up to the front door and gently turn the handle. I hope she would have the door locked, but she doesn’t. I’ll have to punish her for that.

Doesn’t she understand what kind of danger she is in? Being this specific class of abomination, she does know about the church. There’s no way she doesn’t.

I close and lock the door behind me as I walk inside. I don’t see her nor do I hear her walking around the sanctuary. I’m assuming she’s holed up in the office finishing up last-minute paperwork. She probably has pamphlets to make.

“Frankie?” I call out.

“Office!” She yells.

Walking to her office, I prop up on her door frame and watch her typing away. She looks up and smiles at me. My little monster. How perfect. My eyes trail down to her breasts. The gray blouse she has on leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Frankie,” I say, my tone dropping.

“Yes?” She asks, pushing back from her desk.

She stands up and walks over to me. I cup her face in my left hand and stare into her eyes. She leans her head over in my hand and smiles at me.

“I need to ask you a question.” She turns her head and kisses my palm.

“And what’s that?” I ask as I pull her to me with my free hand.

“What are we doing, Victor? Am I just a booty call?” She looks up at me through her eyelashes.

“You’re mine, Frankie.” My hand slides to her perfectly round ass and I kiss her forehead.

“Yours as in?” She prods.

“My woman. Mine and mine alone, Frankie.”

“Weird way to propose, but yes,” she laughs.

“Set a date, Miss Stein, and I will make you my wife,” I say as I kiss her bottom lip.

“I was joking,” she laughs.

“I wasn’t.”

I unbutton all the buttons on her blouse and peel it off of her small frame. She stands before me and her bra, but I can see her nipples poking through. She’s just as horny as I am. Her face flushes. I don’t think I have ever seen her blush before, but it’s nice to know I can make her do that.

“So do you want to fuck in the office again?”

“Unless you have a better space, then yes.”

“I have an idea,” she purrs.

She grabs my collar and pulls me down the hall and into a room I’ve never been in before. She flicks on the light and smiles at me. We’re in a casket showroom. There are several propped up and a few set up and opened. She leads me to a silvery extra-wide casket.

“What are we doing in here, Frankie?”

“You’re going to fuck me in a casket. That’s what. You want a change of scenery, and I am happy to oblige,” she says as she undresses. My goddess is naked before me. I’ll do my penance later.

Frankie lays down in the oversized casket and spreads her legs. She gestures for me to come over to her. She asked, and she will receive. I undress myself quickly taking everything but my watch off and climb into the bottom of the casket. I kissed the inside of Frankie’s knee before trailing kisses up her thigh into her glistening pussy.

I slowly drag my tongue across her clit. She moans and my cock springs to life. I want her so fucking bad I feel like I’m going to lose my goddamn mind. After she cums on my face, I trail small kisses up her stomach and to her perky breasts.

Tiny, hairline scars catch my eye as I do. Scars I’ve never noticed before. My cock throbs, begging for entrance. I bite her rosy nipple and position myself to thrust. Grabbing the edges of the casket, I slam into her tight, wet pussy. She cries out in pleasure and I maintain my thrust.

She brings her arms above her head to brace her head from knocking against the cushioned heading. I delve so deeply into her so quickly, she nearly loses focus. I bring my left hand down from the side of the casket and to her perfect breast. I pinch her nipple and thrust harder into her. The lid of the casket comes down and traps my watch. I pull my hand into the pitch-black casket and lean over to her ear.

“You’re mine, Francesca. Say it.”

“Fuck, Victor. I’m yours.”

“Tell me you’ll marry me like the good little slut you are.”

“Yes!” She cries out as an orgasm rips through her body.

I thrust into her and find my release as she clamps down on my cock.

After a moment, she reaches over me and pushes the casket lid open. I’m not fucking done yet.

Frankie turns to her hands and knees. Her ass is poking straight up into the air as she goes to stand up. I thrust into her perfect pussy again and her head drops to the cushion as she lets out a moan.

I fuck her pretty pink pussy until she’s little more than a leaking mess beneath me. Just how I like it. Reaching down, I brush her hair out of her face.

Her whole body freezes. “What is that?”

“What’s what?” I ask, kissing her lower back.

“That tattoo.” Her face drains.

Tattoo? Fuck. My watch. It came off when the lid closed on us. How do I explain this? It’s best to come clean.

“We should talk.”

“I would fucking say so!” She yells as she scrambles out of the casket.

Looking down at my wrist, I sigh. The torch symbol of the church is tattooed on all of us. My watch usually conceals mine. This isn’t how I wanted her to find out.