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“Kult,” Butterfly hissed before him. “Language!”
Kult presented a façade of cooperation to Butterfly. Language. If she thought he was going to smudge up the brutal pristine truth with glittery bullshit embellishments, she was crazier than he’d ever been. Garbagio was their War King. Born in the dirty heart of a trash can, he would ensure he was raisedandtrained in the filthiest pains of reality.
“You want me to take him?” Pain asked, walking up.
“Only if you want to,” Kult said. “He’s grown on me. Like a parasitic tragedy. Kind of like you,” he said, eyeing Pain’s grin.
“I know what you mean,” Pain whispered, pulling the blanket back from the angelic face. “I barely like him already.”
“Wow,” Kult praised, chuckling. “We’re turning into sadistic marshmallows.”
“Speaking of sadistic marshmallows,” Pain whispered. “I’ve been thinking of a birthday gift for Garbagio.”
Kult eyed him, his sadism tickled by the darkness in his tone. “Yeah?”
“A portrait.”
Kult’s cock lurched at that word. Coming from Pain, it could only mean his very favorite thing. “Yeah? Tell me alllll about what you’ll need for it.”
“Well...certainly I want the filthiest pieces. Layered.”
“Andwhereare we finding these pieces?” he asked, aroused out of his fucking mind.
Pain met his gaze, the world’s worst evils glittering in its gorgeous gray depths. “Where do you think?”
“When?”
“Before we leave town.”
Kult handed Garbagio to Pain and went to the table, leaning to Mary’s ear. “Meet me in our room. I need tofuck.”
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“GET NAKED ANDdon’ttalk,” Kult ordered Mary as he did the same.
Before she was barely done, he stormed up to her and fisted her hair, kissing her straight into the nearest wall as he yanked up her leg and lifted her.
“Get my cock in yourtightcunt,” he grit at her mouth as she wrapped her legs around him. “You should be fucking scared,” he swore at her worried whimpers. “Because I’m going to fuck you harder than I ever have.” His dark lust came in hungry growls as she wrapped his cock in her tiny fingers and guided him to his feasting grounds.
He yanked her head back and shoved in, getting the first of many shrieks. Grabbing hold of her hips, he stepped back enough to create room and began hammering her pussy so fast he could start a fuckingfirein it.
It was the fastest, most brutal fuck and as his orgasm tore through him, he made flower delivery arrangements for his beautiful, ever-accommodating wife with the criminally insane husband and his deranged appetites.
When his pulse neared humane, he leaned in and kissed her astonished mouth sputtering shock and awe in the holy-shit aftermath. “You’re a fucking angel,” he whispered, angling his head and praising those lips with his. “Not to lessen this glorious sadistic fuck but how many flowers do I owe you for this kind service you’ve provided me?”
“No flowers,” she whispered, her drunk gaze on him.
“No flowers?” he said, sliding his lips along hers, carefully petting her cheek. “What did I tell you about being too easy?”
She barely smiled and nodded. “Right.” She leaned and remained perfectly still as she performed her little angelic kisses on him. “Thatwasa pretty... devastating fuck as you call them.”
“It was,” he whispered, holding her soft ass and pressing her body into his.
“I think you fucked me so hard I heard wedding bells. And inthatcase, I guess I’ll take a wedding ring for my services.”
He froze and pulled his head back, staring at her. “Are you being cute, Mary?” he wondered, his pulse doing flips in his blood at that strange request.
“Iamcute but...” She shook her head with a smile and clear blue eyes. “I’mveryserious. I’ll take a simple wedding band. Silver. And my name tattooed over that mess you started onmycock.”
