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‘The way your heart pounds against your chest?’ I whisper.

‘Yes...’ she moans.

‘Knowing that you’re not in control of life?’

‘Yes...’

‘Then fear is your catharsis.’

My middle finger plunges inside her, and her head tilts back, my nose sinking into the soft, fragrant tendrils of her hair. I’m enveloped in the warmth of her presence.

‘Gabriel?’ she pleads.

‘Shush...’ I inhale.

‘I-I can’t...’

‘But you will. You’ll do exactly as you’re told. I’ll infest the recesses of your thoughts, I’m a shadow that festers and grows, until you surrender to the void that is me – the darkness. You cannotescape the darkness that wants to swallow you whole.’

Her juices gather on my fingers as they dip in and out of her. I feel her going weak at the knees.

‘J-Jesus, Fucking, Christ...’ she groans.

I withdraw my hand, sucking my fingers dry, lapping up her juices.

‘No... You bastard,’ she seethes.

‘Jesus Christ has no business here. That will be the last time you call out tohim. Get on your knees.’

Tears prick at her eyes once more.

She’s so fucking beautiful.

‘Do youwantme to force you?’

‘You can’t make me do anything,’ she hisses. I snatch her hands, clasping them together in my one hand as I pull her towards me. ‘Don’t be so sure of that. I don’twantto physically...’ I say, wrapping her hair around my other hand, ‘but I have my ways. However, I know what it is you want, and you don’t fucking deserve it.’

‘Deserve it?’

‘Damn right. Your mouth got you into this, now your mouth can get you out of it. On your knees.’

‘Who the fuck do you think you are?’ she growls through gritted teeth.

That’s got her going.

‘Angel Gabriel, your fucking saviour – thrice, might I add! Look at you, you’re like a bitch in heat,you just don’t know it yet.’

I love it when she’s angry.

Frustration mounts, and she’s lunging towards me, her tongue forcefully penetrating my mouth.

‘Now, spread your legs, Tarran.’

She wants to be punished, and punishment is my middle name.

CHAPTER 25

THE BUTCHERBIRD