✔️ ILLICIT DESIRES | 18 +

Chapter 17

RITA

The Devil's Hand.

The wicked hands that ripped my thong out a year ago. The vile hands that planted my butt on a wooden mahogany table and spread my legs to devour me. A Kiss of Gratitude. The tainted hand that decomposed my husband.

For my Kiss of Death?

It's the same discourteous tongue that taunts and haunts me. It's the same vulgar tongue that shamelessly sucked on my sex, so greedy and starving, drinking all my nectar. It's the same mouth that told me to search for him in the underworld with one simple word: Gaia.

It's those vivid eyes, tinged in a unique azure, having hues of white flashes. So hypnotic, enough for me to let him taint me. The night of our first encounter so vivid as his eyes and my emerald thong attached on his wall like a trophy.

The night was so celestial. The Kiss of Death was planted from my lips. The Kiss of Gratitude was placed from his lips. The stars glistened like my dripping sex. The Devil's Spawn devoured the aftermath of his deep and passionate kiss by drinking all my nectar.

That night, it was an inferno. My body in conflagration. The feeling of rapture so beautifully coursed through my system that I would give in to him completely. I would let him seed me if he wanted. Give me a bastard child, like the one he is.

I get up from my place, my legs carrying me closer to the frame that hangs right above the crimson bedpost. My nettle plant in my hands, I place it on the pitch-black bedside table.

This space of his is built to sin, and my thong is here. Is he thinking about me when he sins? Was he thinking about me when I screamed his safe word into the sheer night?

Did Mother Nature send him to me, telling him I need him, when my father decided Nicolai claim me? Did he hear our secret word from my lips as he pressed the fatal tool of death on my forehead?

I was so unsure if the hands that caused the havoc on my wedding night were the same hands that evoked the desire within me to bloom for him, engulfing me in the bliss of illicit rapture.

Yet, he was sure. He recognized me. Without a second taste, he knew it was me. The personification of Gaia without the mask. And his vile hands intertwined with mine, pulling me out of a hell of a night, only to burn me in his own flames of mockery.

But I won't let him taint nor taunt me any longer. I decide to toughen up. He wants me to have fun in his dungeon of sins — I will, but in my own natural way.

I don't know how long I am going to stay in his illicit place of sinful pleasure. Therefore, I decide to change the sheets, as I don't want to sit in their nectars.

Though, I also have the swing as an option to plant myself onto. But the bed is far cozier to sleep on, disregarding all the forbidden thoughts of past events that tainted the sheets.

So, I change the sheets. And, unveiling the veil of innocence, a rotten idea occurs in my mind. I guess I can bear the swing because I decide to taint the bed. I grab my nettle plant and rub it all over the sheets.

Next time he wants to sin in here to get rid of an itch, he must take care of his itch first — maybe with a cold shower, then? Proud of my work, I place my nettle back onto the bedside table.

Then, I look at the walls adorned with toys. Though, they look more like torture instruments to me — great tools to fend myself from the Devil's hands when he decides to come and get me.

Biting my lip, I get on my tippy-toes and take a belt. It has an artificial manhood attached to it. It looks similar to the one the hussy had in her mouth. I tie it around my forehead by turning the belt on the sides. Now, I look like a unicorn, ready to spear him.