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Salem's povMy back arched.“Lucian, please—”His big cock was buried deep inside me, his fingers cruel around my throat, the other hand gripping my hip like he was carving his name into my bones. Every thrust punched breath from my lungs. I was right there on the edge—my body strung tight, my blood singing, the pleasure a crackling fire in my belly about to explode—And then he pulled out.Abruptly. Brutally.“Wha—” I gasped, my voice high, strangled.My pussy clenched around nothing. Wet. Empty. Desperate. My legs trembled, my whole body twitching, robbed of the climax I was seconds away from.Lucian leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You don’t get to come unless I say so.”I whimpered, helpless, the ache between my legs bordering on pain. My fingers curled into the stone beneath me—the altar cold, unforgiving, like the man standing over me.“You need to learn patience, little sin.”He pulled something from the pocket of his coat—black silk.“Up,” he ordered, the word s

Salem's povThe front door echoed shut with a soft thud that rolled down the hall like a warning. I was halfway down the stairs when I saw her.Tall. Striking. Dressed in all black—if you could call that barely-there lingerie a proper outfit. Her robe was sheer, fluttering open just enough to show off thin black rope panties and a matching bra that barely restrained her curves. She looked like something pulled out of a devil’s wet dream, right down to the glossy red lips she wore like paint.Lucian’s posture stiffened the moment he saw her. She didn't knock. Didn’t call out. Just walked in like the house belonged to her.My bare feet hit the final step as Lucian crossed the foyer in slow, steady strides, his expression unreadable.“What are you doing here, Brittany?” he said, the word punching out of him like a curse.She stopped in the middle of the foyer, her heels sinking softly into the rug, lips pulling into a grin. “The name is ciel now”Her voice was smooth—liquid silk laced wi

They gathered at the long obsidian table beneath the Chapel of Teeth.A room lies deep beneath the Earth's surface, behind iron gates and forgotten tombs. It has long halls lined with the skulls of saints who dared to scream. The walls are decayed and filled with memories, made from the bones of martyrs and traitors. Red candles light the arches, their flames never melt or die. The air is thick and heavy with blood, incense, and the sour smell of sweat absorbed into centuries of stone. This is home.No one bowed. They never did. Not to each other. Not to the gods they’d dethroned. Not to the world that buried them.Reuben—Gluttony—sat at the head. Silent. Fork in hand. The tines sank slowly and steadily into the meat sprawled across the altar-shaped table in front of him. A man’s body, twitching still. The left eye blinked once before Reuben carved it out and popped it into his mouth. He chewed with reverence, like it was communion.He’d been a surgeon once. Then a butcher. Now? Now h