“I see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Yes, physically you’re fucking gorgeous, but what I really see is this heart.”
I place my hand on her chest, her pulse racing against my palm.
“This heart is pure for those who deserve it. You’d give your life for so many to live. You’re selfless, Tesoro. Never doubt why I call you treasure because that is exactly what you are.”
She places her hands on either side of my face.
“Knox.”
“Tesoro.” I breathe as I grab onto her hips and push her down onto my cock.
“The water is going to get cold.” I say and she responds, “I don’t care.”
She slides her hands to my neck and presses her lips to mine. I grip onto her hair as she slides up and down on my length, my tongue moving against hers hungrily.
Grabbing onto her hips I lift her and slam her down on my cock. A whimper slips free from her throat.
“So fucking wet for me, Tesoro.”
I pinch her nipples one and then the other before tangling my fingers in her hair again. Yanking her head back I slide my tongue from her collar bone up the center of her throat.
“Fuck. I missed being inside you.”
She drags her nails down my chest as she throws her head back, and I hold her trembling body, pulling her tight against my chest.
“Knox.”
“Fuck.” I groan as I hold her down and fill her with my release.
Heather wraps her arms around my neck, both of us breathing heavily, as our hearts pound.
“Thank you for being my safe place.” She speaks against my skin, her breath dancing over my flesh.
“Thank you for being you, Tesoro.”
Her bottom lip trembles and I rise to my feet, holding her in my arms and get out of the shower. After turning the water off, I grab a towel and dry her off. Heather stares at me, her eyes gazing into mine as if she’s grateful for me taking care of her. I shake my head with a small chuckle. Doesn’t she know by now? Taking care of her is not a fucking chore. It’s the easiest thing inthe world. Knowing she’s never had this before only makes me want to do it more.
Chapter Thirty-Three
THE PROPHET
“You are being tested. The Lord has spoken. This is your calling, but will you answer? Will you follow the Godly or the Ungodly?”
I walk around the room, making eye contact with my faithful followers.
“The Lord came to me. He put his hand on my shoulder. And said, ‘It’s time Prophet. Heather Mancini started a holy war. You, my most honorable of humans, will finish it. Take her life to gain favor. The gates of heaven shall be open for those honoring my name.”
Placing my hand over my heart, I sigh heavily.
“Heather is my daughter and wife, I understand your pain. She was your daughter.”
I glance at her mother before continuing.
“She was a sister for so many of you but no more. Heather willingly gave her soul to the devil. Now, it’s our job to follow our Lord's orders. Hell is coming for us. We must prepare. If you are in this room, you will fight for us. I don’t want to hear complaints about age or gender. All over the age of seven will stand for our Lord. Failure to comply will result in severe punishment.”
I glance around making my choice for the night.
“The Lord wants me to express my love to Rebecca. Prepare her.”