The devil's advocate

Chapter 44 Cain

I take a deep breath, letting the crisp air fill my lungs as I pull up the driveway. Freedom.

“Home sweet home.”  

Eden sighs as she steps out of the car. “Feels like forever since I’ve been here.”

I follow behind her as she ambles up the walkway. “I’m glad to have you back.”

You won’t be leaving again.

She opens the front door. “Can we relax a little before we start packing?”

I flick on a light. “Whatever you want.”

Turning to face me, she palms my cheek. “I missed you.”  

I kiss the inside of her wrist. “Missed you more.”

Her palm drops to my chest and she comes closer, pushing me against the door.

Christ. She’s so fucking sexy, it’s almost enough to give me second thoughts.

Loose ends are trouble—I remind myself. You granted someone mercy before, and look what happened?

Talk about irony. If Damien really wanted to help Eden, he should have left her alone.

History always repeats itself.

Eden’s kisses are soft and sweet like cotton candy. I want to gorge on her until she fills my bloodstream, but I can’t. My baby’s toxic.

Tainted by Damien King.

Our kisses turn frantic and I slip my hand between her legs. My little Eden. She’s wet for me.

Bile works up my throat. Wet from Damien’s cock.

No, this simply will not do. I need to fix her. Make her better. She deserves it.

My temples throb so hard I wince. I want to be inside her before she dies. And maybe again after. Just to see what it’s like.

Fucking hell. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this powerful and in control.

She mewls when I slide a finger inside her. “Take your tits out.” Not willing to wait, I pull her bra down. Suck the hard pebbles into my mouth.

Eden has nice tits, just like her mother did. Almost too big for her perfect frame but not so big she looks disproportionate.

Her cunt is tighter, though. Then again, my angel hasn’t taken the number of dicks her mommy did.

I’m preserving my little cherub.

I give my precious girl a smile, then kiss her lips and her cheeks as I remove my hand from between her legs.

Every killer keeps a souvenir. A little token to remind them of their favorite victim.

Eden’s mine.

And I want this to be special for her. For me.

It’ll be less messy if we do it in my office. The rug is small and cheap. And hideous—thanks to Claudia’s terrible fashion sense.

It will be easy to discard.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. That comes later.

First, I want to light some candles and pour a little alcohol. Show her how special she is. Celebrate this monumental occasion.

It’s going to be so hard watching her leave me. Almost impossible to ever unravel the knot she’s tied my heart in. But I’ll always remember her.

Because she’s mine. And now she always will be. Forever.

“Wait for me in my office,” I tell her as I give her a kiss.

She starts to walk away, but I halt her.

“Would you like something to drink? A little wine? Perhaps some whiskey? A little something to relax?”

It’ll help with the pain.

“I’m not old en—”

I place my finger to her lips. “Shh, sweet angel. There aren’t any rules tonight. It’s just me and you.”

She blushes a beautiful pink, the same color as the inside of her pussy. She’s perfect. Simply perfect. Perfection on earth.

It’s a shame such beauty has to die. It’s not fair.

Damien shouldn’t have fucked with her. With my humanity.

But he did. The bastard made her taste the fruit like the snake he is. He made her see what it was like to be without me…and now she has to pay the price.

I can’t possibly be her everything when she allows him into her head, heart, and body.

No one else should come before me.

I deserve every perfect inch of her. And tonight, I will have it.

I’ll have her last heartbeat and her last breath while I’m rooted deep inside her. Plucking my pretty flower from the earth’s soil.

After fetching my supplies, I join my angel in the office.

She’s so obedient, already bending over my desk for me with her pert little ass in the air.

“Gorgeous.”

I place my glass of whiskey on the desk after I take a sip. Not too much though. I don’t want to get sloppy. I’ll be drunk enough on this experience.

I scratch a match against the box and light two candles then place them both on my mantel. This is a spiritual experience for me. My version of church.

“A little ambiance to help set the mood.”

If Eden turns out to be a fighter like her mother was…things will get messy. I’d rather keep it contained in one area.

I should bind her wrists, but I’d rather have her follow my orders like the good girl she is. It’s much more satisfying that way.

I wince when my head throbs. Harder than before.

When the migraines start, I know there’s no going back. What needs to be done will be done. It’s a calling. A need I can no longer control.

I run my hand down the curve of her ass. Beautiful.

I think Eden will be better than her mother. She’s courteous and young.

She’s respectful just like my Damien was. I shove my hand down my pants and fist my erection. He got on his knees for me. Bowed before his god and vowed to do everything I wanted him to.

I was going to piss in his dirty mouth, and he was going to drink it all up and ask for more. You can’t fake that kind of devotion.

Perhaps I should grant Eden the same privilege and see how much she loves me. Yes, yes. I think I will.

After moving her panties over, I spread her with my fingers, take a look at her insides. So pretty. Like a blooming flower…right before it perishes.

“Would it be easier if I took them off?” my angel questions.

So considerate. Unlike her mother.

“No, baby. It’s better like this. Just lean over a little more.”

Yes, just like that.

I close my eyes as I brace my dick with both hands. I’m hard as fuck and I’ll spray everywhere instead of my intended destination. I want her to take all of me. I want her panties soaked in my fluids. Her hot pussy filled with my piss and cum.

“Almost ready,” I whisper. Then, “Oh, no.”

Her breath hitches. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to pee.”

She tenses. No, Eden. Stay strong. Take all of me.

“You don’t mind, do you?” If she does, it’s too late. I’m already sticking the head of my cock inside her panties like a hose.

She doesn’t make a sound as it runs in rivets down her perfect pussy, thighs, and legs. She takes my golden nectar like the good girl she is.  

“Such a good girl. Cain can’t wait to be inside you.”

This is the last time I’ll ever see her alive. I don’t want her back to me. I want to see her face as I pump inside her. I want to see her neck swell as I put my hands around it and squeeze. I want to see the moment life leaves her beautiful blue eyes.

“Eden, sweetheart. Turn around so I can—”