Famous Last Words (a Tomb of Ashen Tears Book 2) by Kailee Reese Samuels

Author:Kailee Reese Samuels [Samuels, Kailee Reese]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781947362277
Publisher: The Sugargrove Book Company
Published: 2019-07-08T18:30:00+00:00

38

In My Genes

I’ve avoided the chapel because I feared truth into my prison stint. My religion is practiced, but my spirituality encompasses far greater bounds than that of the rosary. Why I’m standing at the door this late in the day at the end of August remains a mystery.

“What are we doing?” Naby whispers like we’re in a library. “We should go in.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m a sinner for a Saint,” I mutter, knowing the meaning will be lost on him. I wound up thinking about identity a lot behind these walls. From Mike and Milton to Naby and Mock, everyone discovers themselves at a pace unique to them. I suppose I’m no different, but when did it start or is this thing with Deacon unique?

An imperfection in the machine…a flaw in the mainframe of me…a seduction by suggestion…or is it so much finer in meaning? Did I – the only Raniero son – want to conquer a Saint?

Possibly.

To rule out the competitive aspect entirely might be a great mistake because heaven knows, I do like a good challenge, and Deacon Cruz is my absolute rival in many ways.

I cannot deny on occasion playing the manwhore to attain what I think we need, such as with Cristos or Fink, but would I have ever gone there had it not been for Dom and Deacon?

Dom was more coerced, perhaps by the persuasion of Kaci, as I respectfully viewed him as a Master. Declining his advances would have been an insult to not only him but to the sacred bond of D/s.

I fucking chose Deacon.

I didn’t have to do it, but I did because he got under my skin. His mayhem caught the attention of my mischief. His biker lured in my mafia. His need to serve brought out my Master.

Point blank.

I would not be who I am today without Deacon Vincent Cruz kneeling before me and surrendering his trust to my will. It was a beautiful gift and one I will forever cherish, but how do we survive amidst the chaos?

“What are we doing?” Deacon asked in the king-sized bed as the three of us laid there in total darkness. We were all naked and nervous as can be. “Someone say something.”

“You’re talking a lot for the guy who never talks, Cruz,” I chided, laughing.

He poked his head up. “And this is weird. We should be watching a movie or something.”

“The silence is good,” I informed, smacking him in the bicep. “If you would hush.”

“Maybe you should make me,” Deacon challenged as I sat up.

Laying between us, Iris kicked the sheet off and commanded, “Stop it, and one of you fuck me.”

I close my eyes as the twitch in my cock forces my turning away from the chapel doors. Naby grabs my shoulder. “Where are you going?”

Fearing the worst, I excuse, “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can,” he says, refusing to drop his hand away from me. “It’s so much worse in your mind than it is. If

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