“Probably fucking sleep—”
“Logan, your language,” I warn. “I’ll go see if she’s up yet. Don’t even look in your stockings until I get back.” I give them a big smile as I turn away. Then I walk toward the stairs, feeling like I’m walking away from the sun—my children—and into the bowels of hell to wake the she- demon.
Bitch! Could she not participate? It’s our son’s last Christmas in high school, and she plays Sleeping fucking Beauty while I stick up for her?
As I push the door to our room open and see her sitting on the bed, her back to me, I see her shoulders slouch forward, her body shaking a bit, and I’m sure she is crying … again.
For a moment, I feel guilty about the anger that is now simmering, not quite a boil. This has to hurt her as much as it does me. How could anyone want their children to face the slaughter of their family unit?
I remember the darkness I crawled into when I was a cheater. The self-loathing that I numbed with booze, pot, and pussy. I had no one but a girl, whose heart I broke, to feel horrible about.Shewas breaking three hearts. Two of them were grown from her body.
Then she giggles. The bitch giggles and whispers, “I have to go. It’s Christmas … I know. Someday, maybe … I love you, too. I’ll see you in three weeks … Yes, the entire weekend …”
I knock on the door, and she jumps, her phone clattering to the ground as she spins around. “Lucas?”
I force a smile and act as if I hadn’t heard anything. “Merry Christmas, Ash.” I walk over to the bed and lean down to kiss her.
“Lucas, the phone.”
I reach down and see it’s still a live call.
“Dad and Audrey?”
She nods.
Fucking liar.
“We have two little angels down there waiting to open gifts.” She tries to stand, but I put my hands on the bed, keeping her in place. “Ash, I have a special present for you first.” I kiss the cheek of Empusa, and she pulls back.
“Lucas, they’re waiting.”
“I know. Let them. Give me five minutes.” I grab a tit, and she closes her eyes. “Your little tits, Ash.” I rub my thumb across Hantu Kopek’s nipple. “They fed our children and me.”
“Lucas …” she moans.
“I also miss that round ass, Ash.” I push her back and roll her over.
I reach under her panties and push a finger in her cunt, and she moans so I shove another in her.
“Your pussy is so wet.”
She pushes against my fingers, deepening them inside her.
“That’s it. Ride it, Ashley Links. Tell me what you want?” I ask as I finger-bang her into oblivion.
“Your cock.”
“Where, Ash? Where do you want it?”
“My pussy.”
“You can do better than that. It’s Christmas.”
“Fuck my ass, Lucas.”
I reach over the side of the bed, open the nightstand, and pull out the KY and a condom. No fucking way am I riding Lilith’s ass without protection.
I smile when I see the phone call is still active.