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A More than Awkward Evening with My Intended, Unwanted Fiance
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2025-07-20 01:00:19
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Damned Straight to Heaven Interrogation Interrupted by an Unwelcome Intrusion
Nick Christian’s own fucked-up bombshell of patricide don’t really unnerve me, but it don’t line up with what he told me in the past. “I thought your old man killed you?” He nods. “Broke my head open. Claims that was an accident, but Edmond sure wasn’t. My sire was all for vengeance…” His eyes grow pained and distant. “I thought it would end with him. It wasn’t even entirely about revenge. I was trying to help them, free them… I should have never taken charge.” “‘Saint Christian was pulled from the river, and the good woman wept, for the boy was surely dead,” I quote our scriptures. “She laid him out in the chapel to rest, and miraculously – he awoke: a vessel of the divine itself, returned to spread His message.’” “Do desist with the hackneyed verse,” he groans, burying his face in the pillow. “That legend is entirely embellished nonsense.” “Why’d they think an undead demon was a saint?” “Because Renata, one of my former followers from that commune… She kept raving that I was,”
Damned Straight to Heaven A Fucked-Up Bombshell of the Sin I Never Copped to Before This, Before Chris...
NickI said the quiet part out loud for once, and Christian gives no response to my hoarse whisper of a far too honest truth. I shouldn’t be tipping him off to the fact that it’s a mistake to trust him. I’m here for answers. I should be doing whatever it takes to get them. I’ve been getting way too comfortable with him. That offer of an actual safe space, a confidante: that’s a far more fucking dangerous temptation than any physical want. This vamp ain’t fucking worthy of trust. He’s a fuck-buddy, at best, and he is still a manipulative bastard when it comes to anything outside of our ‘proclivities’. He ain’t told me shit about the drug yet, or Sicillio. Now he’s hammering home that point of what a fucking mistake it is to confide in him – giving no answer save endless minutes of eerie, damning silence. I keep my eyes squeezed shut… but sleep won’t come. I know he’ll be gone by the time I wake, moved on to some other hideout… Because hell, he doesn’t trust me either, not after I b
Damned Straight to Heaven Another Fucking Mistake in the Making
NickMy pants are still open and bunched around my thighs, cock spent but body still aching with need, as Christian fully strips while straddled right there overtop me. I take the hint and unbutton my shirt, yanking my dress pants and boxers the rest of the way down my legs and kicking them off to give him better view of this piece of meat he’s got such an appetite for. And hell, I could stare at that porcelain flesh, that slim stomach and tented cock for-- mere seconds before I’m all consumed with the need to pin him down and get right up inside of him again. Too fucking spent to be doing that just now though, even with his own hardened member sliding up along my shaft... He slides his hands over my bare backside, but hesitates, holding my eyes. “I want you to know you can trust me.” His cum-soaked fingers creep over into my crack. I can’t help but tense. “The word is ‘stop’, if you’re not ready yet.” That seems like a fucking taunt, a challenge. “You did say you were fucking me
Damned Straight to Heaven The Familiar Dodge and Dance of Questions and Cravings
Nick“You’re all dressed up, Nico,” he whispers right in my ear. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I meant to stay up waiting for him, but the second my head hit the pillow… I was out like a light. I’ve no idea how late it is now. I just know Christian is standing right there over me and… If he was stripping and throwing himself at me like Alessia was a few hours past, I wouldn’t even think twice about fucking him. That’s not why I’m here though, I sharply remind myself. I need answers, but I find myself murmuring, “Came running the second you smelt me, huh? Little desperate, don’t you think?” He lets loose a throaty chuckle, pulling away. My eyes track him lazily as he starts to pace around to the foot of the bed. “Waiting can be so unbearably boring, anxiety-inducing even…” I spread my legs, propping up my head. “Waiting for what?” He cocks his head. “Well, certainly not you, if that’s what you were thinking. I am forced to wait…” He gives an impish smile. “On a certain event.”
Damned Straight to Heaven The Good Ol’ Police Chief’s Sniffing Around this Party, with New, Disturbing Evidence to Share
NickI let Alessia dress me up like a fucking mannequin at a menswear store, complete with trendy scarf to hide my suck-marked throat. Then I drive her back over to the Bertinelli mansion and endure through the hours of her ‘little get together’ of three dozen other rich as sin socialites. I only keep from zonking out or snapping through the power of endless coffee refills and constant trips to the John, slipping off where it’s quiet whenever I get an opening. The only interesting guest at this party is one of old-man Bertinelli’s friends – the police commissioner. His meetings with the boss are usually covert, but today I spot him coming out of that office in broad daylight. Sure, he’s in casual dress, but with a full three dozen community-involved civis right outside, that seems like a pretty thin disguise. “Derosso,” he greets me, as I lower the lit ciggy from my lips and straighten from my stance leaning against the entry to the posh as hell water closet on the mansion’s main le
Damned Straight to Heaven Lis Strips Me Down and Tries Her Handsy Best to Set Me Straight
I never thought the boss would tell his little girl about the rat her intended fiance was sent to go execute – full on beat to death with a baseball bat. I think it’s far more likely Alessia here has been eavesdropping, digging away into everyone’s secrets... “It’s okay. I know you killed him, but talking to your mother… I can also tell it’s been hard on you.” Shit, what did ma say? Probably that I’d been having nightmares and all that crap. She has a major oversharing problem when she’s sauced. Lis cups a hand to my cheek. “Nicky, it’s okay! You don’t have to be cut out for daddy’s work. I like your sensitive side. You don’t have to put on a brave face. It’s just you and me. You can cry if you want to.” “Shit, Lis. I am not going to cry,” I scoff, pushing aside her hands. “And I do not want to talk about this shit. You should really just… can you please go. You got that luncheon to get to--” “Fine. We don’t need words,” she desperately cuts me off. “No more words. But… you don’t
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