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feet,
making him lose his balance. I jumped out of the way as he crashed
to the floor. Knowing I had very little time before he attacked
again, I dropped down onto his back, using my body to stop the boy
from getting free. He screamed for me to get off him. I ignored
him, pushing his pants off with my feet, delighted that he didn’t
have on underwear. He bucked under me like a demon possessed, his
rear pushing up as a result, showing the heaven I desperately
wanted to enter.
    I moved between his legs and hitched up
my garb again, Satan’s sword now throbbing painfully. Matteo
continued to fight me, thrashing too much for me to penetrate him.
I grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, slamming his forehead
against the floorboards. At that moment, I didn’t care if he lived
or died, all I cared about was that I had to be inside of
him.
    He went still, his body now
laid out to take at my leisure. I ran a finger down his crack, searching for
what I wanted. Once I found it, I used my thumb to loosen him a
little, then grabbed my evil and positioned it at his entry, ready
to penetrate him. Despite the pain he’d caused me, I smiled. This
was it; this was what I had dreamed of doing to him for so
long.
    I thrust into
heaven ,
crying out with joy as our bodies joined together, the pleasure
worth all the pain he’d inflicted upon me. I stayed like that for
God only knew how long, just feeling the tight flesh around mine,
rejoicing in the pure joy.
    T he front door opened, snapping me out of
ecstasy. I looked up as Christo entered the house, his gaze
instantly going to what I was doing to Matteo. His face fell.
Horrified, I quickly pulled out of our nephew and scrambled to my
feet as my brother rushed forward. He dropped to his knees and
checked Matteo’s pulse, the relief on his face telling me I hadn’t
killed the boy. He then rose and stepped over Matteo, his fury
directed at me.
    I took a step back. “All is not what it
appears to be, brother.”
    He pointed at me, his blue eyes
flashing with anger. “ The hell it’s not! You were raping our
nephew!”
    “ I had only just entered
him.”
    “ As if that makes it
alright?!”
    “ No , I allowed the Devil to whisper into
my ear.” I knelt down in front of my brother and bowed my
head.
    “ What the fuck are you
doing?!” he yelled.
    I raised my eyes to him. “I am awaiting
punishment.”
    “ I cannot punish you, you know
that, but you’ve taken your lust for Matteo too far this time. You
must leave the house.”
    I shook my head. “I need to be with
you.”
    “ Not when it endangers
Matteo.”
    “ Then take away the temptation.
Send him far from me, because I cannot control myself around him
any longer.”
    “ I need him at my side; he is to
be the don after I die.”
    “ You’re not going to die,
Christo.”
    “ Everyone dies, my death will
just be sooner, which is all the more reason why I need Matteo at
my side, so I can have him take over.”
    “ I should be at your side, not
him.”
    “ I wanted you on my left and Matteo
on my right, but you have now made that impossible. I will make
sure Matteo doesn’t take retribution, but in return you need to
leave.”
    “ The only way I’ll leave your
side is when one of us is burning in Hell.”
    Christo breathed out, his
expression a
mixture of upset and frustration. “I fear for you when I am
gone.”
    “ I fear for myself every
day.”
    He wiped his face, looking at me in
despair. I had failed him, I knew that, and I would fail him again
and again, because the evil within me was too strong.
    “ I may not leave,” I said, “but
I will stay away from Matteo, and once I have Gabriel and his
brother, I will not touch Matteo again. I promise.”
    “ You may mean the promise
now, but as soon as lust takes over you, everything is
forgotten.”
    “ I cannot give you
more.”
    Noise came from behind Christo. He turned
as Matteo pushed to his feet, looking dazed and wobbly. His bottom
half was still naked