All Chapters of Sanguine Inclinations: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

HelaineIf I’d thought Cardinal Street was a sketchy place in the daylight, it was so much worse after dark.The yellow glow of the old street-lamps cast the worst of the shadows here, poorly illuminating macabre works of art that made walking down the road feel like starring in a production of Dante’s Inferno.I’d have given anything to be back in my apartment with Evan, to be back on the floor, paint on our bodies, his hands on my skin . . . before that photograph changed things.The atmosphere was different now as we walked this street. There was a desolation, a quiet fear hanging in the air that refused to be brushed aside.No one but us knew why, but it didn’t stop it from permeating their very beings.A man wept softly, kneeling on the dirty pavement below the painting of the dead dove I’d seen the last time I came to Evan’s apartment. Instead of the beautiful red ribbon that had bound the dove when I saw it before, the dove was wrapped in snakes, its blood dripping down over th

HelaineThe anti-christ.I was the goddamned anti-christ.When Evan untangled himself from my arms I sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to find some sense of stability before I had to speak.My whole identity had been irrevocably destroyed in one fell swoop. Everything I ever thought about who I was and who I would become was shattered, replaced by the image of a woman I barely recognized, sitting upon a throne of skulls at the end of all things.How could I be responsible for something like that? I could barely pay my own bills, let alone usher in the apocalypse.All I ever wanted was a normal life, and now this happened.Evan made a bee-line for the moon and cross symbol, dragging his foot through the soot and ruining the imagery before he looked back at me with a horrible look of pity. “Are you . . . okay?”“No.” What was the point in lying? My entire body was trembling, and my eyes filled with tears when he wrapped his arms around me, encouraging me to bury my face in his chest

HelaineTwisting on top of the coffin, my wrists bound in leather, I all but screamed his name. He couldn’t see my face, blindfolded by the fabric of my own shirt, but tears of sheer, overstimulated ecstasy were spilling down my eyes like twin rivers.It was agony, of the most exquisite variety.I choked out a sob when he slipped a fourth finger into my dripping cunt. It was too good, he was too good. Never before had any partner of mine had me so aching and desperate for them like this.Evan could have asked anything of me, and I’d have given it to him if only it meant he’d keep dominating my body and mind.But he asked for nothing—save for my trust.And I did trust him. He was perhaps the first person in my life that I’d ever been able to trust so implicitly. Before him, I didn’t believe in faith. I learned early on that faith in people only led to pain.But the pain Evan brought me was only a tool to bring us both to greater pleasure.“Evan!” I begged, writhing in my binds, arching

Helaine“Just wanted to know if you were planning on coming by for Thanksgiving. I love you.”Sucking in a hissing breath, I whipped my phone across Evan’s apartment, where its fall was luckily broken by his plush red couch before clattering to the floor. Evan looked at me like I’d lost my mind, but I was beyond caring.If the fact that I was the anti-christ wasn’t enough to scare him off, I highly doubted that pacing around his apartment like a caged tiger was going to be the final straw.“How fucking dare he,” I snarled through gritted teeth. “What right does he have to sound so god damned normal after everything that’s happened?”Evan only watched me, having the curtesy to give me my space when I needed it. If he tried to hold me right now, I’d probably combust. I couldn’t stay still, not when I had this much furious energy burning through my veins like acid. “I take it he doesn’t call often.”“He calls on the same day every year.” I grimaced, looking at the phone in his grasp as t

HelaineEvan’s fingers curled against that sweet spot inside of me again, and tears rolled down my cheeks as I tried so hard not to come undone.“That’s a good girl,” he purred as he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips with a hum of approval before that sinful tongue of his lapped up my juices. “There, it’s just up ahead.”My eyes watered as I squirmed in my seat, left frustrated by the ruined orgasm.But I knew Evan. Whatever he had in store for us would more than make up for it.“What is?” I asked, squinting to try and get a better look at the unassuming building on the side of the road, nothing around it for miles. “A motel?”“The Rose Garden,” he explained, and sure enough when we pulled into the parking lot, an old neon rose glowed above the entryway. “This place has catered to kink since it opened back in the seventies. It’s where I had some of my first real experiences with BDSM, back when I was . . . ”Back when he was alive.“Do we have time?” I looked up at the m