Page 84 of Forgotten Sacrifice

I hold the jar up in morbid fascination, examining it. Vince’s good eye is a beautiful hazel color, with little specks of gold, not that I’ve noticed or anything. So this can’t be the eye he lost, because the iris of this eye is black.

If it’s not Vince’s eye, then whose is it?

“You ever heard of the story of Bluebeard?” Vince appears in the doorway.

Shit.

He walks around to me, snatching the jar from my hand and placing it back in the desk drawer. I yelp in surprise as he jerks me up, shifting positions to where he’s seated and I’m draped over his lap.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

“Vince, I’m sorry,” I cry.

“Bluebeard murdered his wife. Disposed of her in a special room he kept locked in his castle. Each new wife, he would give the run of the castle, warning her not to enter that locked room. He married again, giving his new bride the keys to the castle. She could go anywhere, except the forbidden room. Guess what she did?”

“I thought you’d never been married! Are you telling me this is your dead wife’s eye?” I’m not sure which part of that upsets me more.

Whack. Whack. Whack.

He spanks my other cheek hard in rapid succession, and I clinch my legs together.

“I’ve never been married; you’re missing the point?—”

“Whose eyeball is it?” I ask.

“Luna,” he says my name with reproach. “Curiosity about my world can get you killed.”

“Me not being curious is like telling an oddsmaker to ignore the odds,” I argue.

He pulls my dress up, exposing my bare ass. “Such pretty red marks from that naughty dress.” He traces the pattern on my ass cheek with his finger, my skin now covered in goosebumps.

Whack.

“Vince, I’m sorry?—”

Whack.

He shifts, pulling something out of his pocket: a small pink vibrator. “Lick it,” he commands, bringing it to my mouth.

I dart out my tongue, licking all around the tip. I’m so fucking turned on, and his throbbing erection beneath my pelvis isn’t helping.

“Spit on it. Get it good and wet,” he says in a low timbre.

I gather saliva in my mouth and spit.

“Such a bad girl.” He growls, nudging my entrance with the vibrator, and I moan as he pushes it inside my pussy.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Vince

The irony isn’t lost on me that I made Luna eggs in purgatory this morning, because that’s exactly where I am.Purgatory. And the damned thing is I’m the one who locked myself out of heaven.

“Vince, please let me come,” Luna begs as I turn the vibrator on, getting her good and worked up before pressing the stop button.

Itsk. “You should have thought about that before you teased me.”