SAINT.
I circled her slowly and stopped at her side.
She looked like sin bent over that bench with her back arched, wrists bound, her cunt dripping with desperate need. Everything about her begged for mercy. And I was so far past mercy, I could barely remember what it felt like.
Should I feel guilty that she almost wasn't aware of all I was taking from her tonight?
I laughed under my breath.
Fuck, no.
This was for the best.
Once we left this goddamned place of sin and ruin, I'd purge her from my system and wipe the slate clean. I'd pretend none of this happened, so I don't get addicted to giving her my little genius mixture every f*****g day. Because I'd ruin her… Ruin her for every other man.
White Judas – just like I named it – didn't just force compliance. It forced cravings l
