Wrath by Hildred Billings

Author:Hildred Billings [Billings, Hildred]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Lesbian Romance
Publisher: Barachou Press
Published: 2020-08-18T22:00:00+00:00

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Such confirmation could not assuage Mercy’s doubts. “Are you an angry person?”

“Keep testing me and you might find out.” Wrath’s voice dropped to a subdued growl. “Get over here. Now.”

Few women could say they liked that tone of voice, let alone had any will to readily respond. Yet Mercy knew, deep down in her heart, that Wrath was not a woman to disobey. So she stepped into the living room, meandering around the couch and standing before the sapphiric deity. The closer Mercy came, the colder she felt.

And the goddess became clearer, like a fog lifting on the horizon.

The blue silk of Wrath’s dress draped around her body, hugging her curves and accentuating her black hair. Lips frosted in white pursed as Wrath looked Mercy up and down like a piece of meat in the back of the freezer. “I’ll take this one,” they seemed to say. One leg crossed over the other, revealing delicate ankles and blue heels adding inches to this deity’s generous height. Damn, she’s gorgeous, isn’t she? Like all the others. Like a siren song, ready to draw Mercy to her inevitable doom.

Mercy was drawn to her, indeed. Yet danger pulsed from the distance.

“Look at you, a sorry excuse for a human.” Wrath laughed, her throat vibrating in glee. Witches were kinder than her. “By the time I’m through with you, there will hardly be anything left.” Her laugh soon dropped into a frown. Her chest puffed out, but Mercy was not invited to gaze upon its bounty. “Take off your clothes and let’s get this over with.”

Mercy took a step back. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get your pussy out so I can fuck it with my sin.”

A cold offer from a colder woman. It reminded Mercy of Marissa in their final days. God, I don’t want to think about her right now. Wrath was better than Marissa. Ironically, Mercy felt safer with this cold, calculating deity than she had with her own mortal girlfriend. “I don’t know,” she said, anyway. “I’m not sure I’m comfortable with this.”

“Comfortable?” Wrath clutched the arms of the chair. “Comfortable? You think I give a shit if you’re feeling comfortable?” The chair shot back as the goddess stood, a regal, frightening mess of ice and water in the middle of Mercy’s dark living room. “Tonight is not about getting comfortable, Ms. Mercy Devereux. It’s about pain, anguish, and the sweet anger burning to be alive inside of you.”

Mercy took yet another step back. Soon, she hit the wall, knocking a picture of a daffodil off its center. “Please, if I say no, you have to stop this. Right?”

“Why in the world would you say no?” A sinister smile crowned Wrath’s half-demonic face. She’s still beautiful, but Jesus, a little scarily so… Was she a succubus? A siren? A full-fledged demon? Mercy vaguely remembered the entity that had possessed her not so long ago. It wasn’t the same deity, yet didn’t she attempt to picture that woman in her mind a time or two? I can’t do it.

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