Sinful: A Dark Asylum Bully Romance (The Boys of Chapel Crest Book 5)

Having Sin gone now broke my heart. But having Church back put it back together, even if there were pieces still missing.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

The Sinful pieces.

Hell, the Asylum pieces. The Bryce pieces. The Mirage pieces.

I frowned at my thoughts, hating how foul they felt. How wrong they were when I had everything a girl like me could want.

Maybe I was selfish.

Church’s lips descended on mine before he stared down at me.

“What’s wrong?”

I sat up in his bed and stared down at my hands, desperate to tell him about Sin and everyone else but knowing it would jeopardize a lot of things.

Sometimes I was really brave. Sometimes I was crazy. But mostly, I was a wuss.

I bit my bottom lip as I contemplated how to make my wishes a reality. How I could get Church to see reason for all of it.

But I remembered what he told me when he left and the things he promised if Sin came around.

I felt backed into a corner without a way out. It wasn’t just the stuff that happened to me in the woods and my need to scream that monster’s name from the rooftops. It was everything. It was building up to a place I wasn’t so sure I could tolerate.

I was at the end of my rope with all of it.

Noting I was breathing too hard and fast, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. My head hurt. My heart hurt.

Church’s warm hand rested on my back for a moment before he shifted on the bed. His fingers brushed beneath my chin and forced my face upward so I was looking into his piercing green eyes, the blood dots from Sully still on his face.

I loved that he’d beaten him. I hated Sully with everything I was. His death couldn’t come quickly enough. Knowing he was nursing some painful wounds at the moment made me feel so much better.

“I know it’s hell inside your head. Inside your heart. I also live in hell,” he said, his voice low. “But there’s no reason to live there alone when I’m already there. If you need me, scream my name. You know I’ll always answer.”

I exhaled and rested my hand against his face, feeling the rough stubble beneath my palm and fingers.

“They’re all monsters, Dante,” I whispered, knowing the time wasn’t right to tell him my secrets.

His green eyes drank me in with each word.

“I want us to be the only monsters left in the end,” I finished, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Your wish is my command. Always, Sirena.” His lips crashed against mine, sending all logical thoughts from my mind.

I liked that we were monsters together.

We made a dangerous pairing, Dante Church and I.

Someday, we’d show this twisted world what it was like to overstep your boundaries with monsters like us.

Church kept me locked in his room with him all evening. Stitches brought us food and left it outside the door for us. It hurt me that Ashes and Stitches were left out in the cold. Lately, all my time had been spent with Sin. Now Church. It wasn’t fair to them, and I needed to do something about it.

The next morning when Church tugged me away from the door after fucking me three times in the night, I pushed back and broke free.

He let out a grunt of disapproval, but he didn’t try to stop me again. Instead, he followed me downstairs to the kitchen, where Ashes and Stitches were putting some breakfast on the table.

“Hey.” Ashes gave me his sweet smile, his gaze darting between me and Church, worry clearly in them.

“Hey.” Church released my hand as I went to Ashes and wrapped my arms around him. He relaxed against me and let out a breath.

“Heaven, baby, it’s been too long,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ve missed you like crazy.”

I squeezed him tighter, letting him know I felt the same way before I released him and went to Stitches.

He gave me a mischievous smile and pulled me close.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to sit down here with Ashes and jerk off on the couch while we can hear Church fucking you all night long? Angel, when I say we felt left out, I mean it.”

His words made me smile as he let me go.

“You hear that, Dante?” Stitches called out, his hand still on my waist. “I had to jerk off with Ashes in the living room last night while you fucked her. Bit selfish, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely.” Church’s answer came quickly. “But I never said I wasn’t.”

Stitches gave him the finger, making Church smile a little before settling in for breakfast. I took Sin’s old spot, my heart aching a little more each minute for him, while the guys sat in their seats.

We ate the waffles Ashes made. I poked at my runny eggs, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings.

“They suck. I know they do,” Stitches finally said, giving me a grin. “I made them. Mostly. Halfway. I got distracted. Bored. Said fuck it. They’re my fuck-it eggs.”

I shook my head at him, biting back my smile.

“Don’t eat them. I won’t be offended. Asher didn’t even bother hiding his hatred for my fuck-it eggs.” Stitches pointed to Ashes, who got up and dumped them down the garbage disposal. “He threw them away like nothing. Rude.”

“Sorry, man. I like my eggs cooked,” Ashes said, moving to clear off the table since we’d finished eating. I watched him, finding myself getting a little warm as his muscles strained against his dark t-shirt.

“Asher enjoys dessert, even after breakfast,” Church said.

I snapped my focus to him, my cheeks hot.

“Asher,” Church called out.

“Huh?” Ashes turned around, his apron back in place.

“Come fuck Sirena for us.”

I quickly drank down my glass of water, knowing my face had to be flaming red. Ashes smiled and strode forward without a word, then lifted me out of my seat before setting me on the tabletop. His lips met mine in a sweet kiss, his hands cradling my face.

Ashes always knew how to make my heart flutter. Always so gentle and sweet. Until he wasn’t.

I loved him all the ways he could be.

Even in his frilly yellow and white apron.

Gently, he put his hand to my chest and pushed me onto my back.

“Eyes open,” Church commanded as he stared down at me. “Legs spread.”

I let my legs fall open. Stitches moved so he was next to Ashes and pulled my panties down my legs for me, praising me for always wearing a dress.

I listened as Ashes undid his belt.

“You’re not even going to take off the apron?” Stitches asked, hissing out the question.

“It’s a hot look for me,” Ashes answered, running his cock along my pussy and teasing me. My breath hitched, and Church tutted at me to be still.

Stitches snorted, and Ashes pushed slowly into my body, making me suck in a sharp hiss of air at how full he made me.

“Oh fuck. I missed this,” he husked out, his voice shaking. I noted Church’s brows crinkling at Ashes’s words before all thoughts left my head and Ashes set to work, thrusting in and out of me like a jackhammer.

“Sorry, baby,” he rasped, holding me tightly at the hips. “You feel way too fucking good. God, I love the way your pussy hugs my dick. Fuck.” He pulled out and slammed back into me, rocking me on the table.

Church reached out and pushed my dress down and pulled my breasts from my bra, exposing that part of me.

He squeezed and rubbed them, paying special attention to my nipples while Ashes continued working me over.

“Stay still,” Church instructed. “Stitches.”

Stitches moved onto the table, and I had the sudden thought it wasn’t going to hold our weight, but maybe the fall would make the moment more fun.

Church released my breasts, and Stitches straddled my chest, his pants and boxers off, his cock in his hand. He ran the head of his dick along my lips for a moment before pushing inside. I sucked him in best I could, knowing this was just going to be him fucking my mouth. All I needed to do was not bite or gag.

With his fingers twisted in my hair, he fucked my mouth, his cock ramming deep into my throat, making it hard to breathe. Ashes continued his work on my pussy and Church. . . Church watched it all silently with his dick in his hand, stroking himself.

I wish Sin were here too.

Stitches shoved into my mouth again, brutally fucking it. I gagged and choked on him, a move that only seemed to spur him on.

“You going to swallow Malachi’s come for him, heaven? Huh?” Ashes groaned out, his dick hitting a place deep inside of me that made me want to cry tears of joy.

“I love it when she swallows,” Stitches said breathlessly as he continued his onslaught. “Her mouth is fucking perfect. I could fuck her like this all day.”

I dug my fingernails into his thighs, making him let out a hiss, his cock buried deep in my throat. It was so hard to breathe, but I loved doing this for him, Ashes, and Church. If they wanted this from me, I’d give it willingly.

“Push her back. I want her head to hang off the table,” Church’s voice sounded out.

Ashes slammed into me harder, sending me back a few inches so my head hung off the table.

Stitches let out a huff, his dick slipping from my mouth, but my mouth was filled again, this time with Church’s dick.

He was ruthless as he fucked my mouth. I tried to keep him at bay by putting my hands against his waist in an awkward position, but he let out a snarl and shoved them down, demanding Stitches get up from where he was straddling my chest to hold me.

“Sorry, angel,” Stitches murmured, his voice trembling.

It was an ugly flashback memory for me too.

“Just breathe,” he continued. “When you can. Come for Ashes so I can come for you. OK?”

I let out a soft whimper before Church fucked deeper into my throat. I coughed and gagged whenever I could, but that only seemed to drive him into a frenzy because he worked deeper and harder into my mouth, his hands on my breasts, his groans feral and husky.

When he released my breasts, he shifted forward and rubbed my clit while Ashes chipped away at my heat.

“Oh, fuck, she looks good stuffed with our cocks,” Ashes said, his hands painfully tight on my hips as he continued to drive into me. “Fuck, I’m going to fill this tight little pussy.”

I came hard at his words, knowing I soaked his damn apron because he let out a laugh before pushing so deep I saw stars, his cock twitching as he groaned out his pleasure.

Finally, he slowed and pulled free from me, and Church moved back so I could breathe easier.

But he didn’t pull his dick from my mouth. Instead, he instructed Stitches to take Ashes’s place.

Stitches did so without a moment of hesitation. He was buried inside me within moments, his hips moving hard and fast, the sound of our slapping skin sounding out.

I gagged on Church’s dick again, earning a dark laugh from him. If I thought he’d go easy, I was wrong. He simply continued fucking my mouth like I didn’t have a gag reflex and he didn’t have a care in the world.

I came again, this time my teeth cutting Church’s dick. He let out a snarl and wrapped his hand around my throat and squeezed, his dick so deep I couldn’t breathe.

“Careful, specter,” he warned, squeezing until sparkles dotted my vision, my orgasm continuing to roll through my body. “Turn me on like that again, and I’ll fuck your ass while you try to scream around Ashes’s big cock.”

I jerked against his body, my nerves going wild as he continued to hold me, balls deep in my mouth and Stitches buried inside me painfully.

“I like the way you fight. Fuck, that’s hot.” Church released me, and I sucked in as much air as I could when he gave me a moment to breathe, cock-free.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Stitches shouted, coming hard inside me, his cock pulsing with every spurt. He slowed to a stop, and Ashes high-fived him. Church finally pulled free from my mouth and moved to take Stitches’s spot.

I was a mess. I could feel both Ashes and Stitches’s release dripping out of me. It didn’t stop Church. He burrowed right back into me, his cock taking up residence in what I was sure were my lungs.

I cried out as he worked me over.

“Come on her face,” Church rasped. “I want her to be a complete fucking mess for us. We need this, brothers. We deserve it.”

If Ashes and Stitches had an issue with his commands, they certainly didn’t show it. Instead, they gripped their cocks and pumped them over my face while Church fucked me to the point of my next release.

He cursed as I came all over him. Then he praised me as I shook through one orgasm and into the next as he rolled his hips against the spot that turned me to jello.

“Good fucking girl. There you go, baby. Come for me just like that. Fuck, that’s a pretty mess.”

I cried, tears rolling from my eyes at how much pleasure I was in. How scared I was for what was to happen, not only with sex but with Sin and the others I wanted.

“Cry for us. More tears,” Church groaned. “Fuck.”

Ashes reached out and wiped my tears before rubbing them along his cock. Stitches did the same, his moan soft and so full of want that I wept harder, desperate to not disappoint any of them.

My body trembled as the orgasm finally ebbed away. Church took the opportunity to have his and came with a curse of obscenities. Stitches and Ashes followed, their long ropes of white come coating my face, their moans heavy in my ears as they made a complete mess of me.

Church pulled free from my body as I lay beneath the mess.

Then his tongue met my heat, lapping up the mess left behind by him and the guys and driving me back into orbit.

Ashes reached out and began rubbing his come into my skin, Stitches following.

I cried out, my moans so loud I didn’t even recognize my voice, as I came a final time. It felt like my soul had left my body before slamming back into me.

Church slapped my pussy, making me jump, before leaving me on the table and coming around to where Ashes and Stitches were standing. He moved between them. I stared up at them, knowing I looked like a complete disaster.

“You look beautiful covered in come, specter. I want you to stay right where you are and think about what a good girl you’ve been and how good girls don’t make monsters upset. Does that sound good?” His words sent a shiver of fear through my body.

“Dante, man,” Ashes interjected. “Don’t—”

“Or you could just tell me why you haven’t been fucking her,” Church interrupted.

Stitches and Ashes went silent, and all I could hear was the pounding of my pulse through my ears.

“That’s what I thought. Let’s let her think about it for a bit.”

“At least cover her,” Stitches grumbled.

“No, I like her this way. Leave her.” Church ran his dick along my lips for a moment before he started pumping it in his hand again. Ashes and Stitches didn’t move. They stood right beside him as Church came, his release spurting over my face and adding to the mess.

He leaned down to speak into my ear.

“I want you to really think about this. I know something is up. Tell me what it is before I find out on my own. I know Asher and Malachi. I know how they are when they haven’t fucked. What is my pretty little Ghost keeping from me? Hm? You’ll get up once I have an answer. Until then, just. . . think.” He ran his tongue along my cheek, collecting some of the mess before moving away and leaving the room.

I swallowed hard, trying to not cry and make a bigger mess.

“Sorry, baby. We’ll talk to him,” Ashes said gently.

“It’ll be OK. Give us a few minutes.” Stitches added.

I said nothing, my eyes stinging from the unshed tears. Closing my eyes, I drew in a deep breath.

Church was as violent as he was crazy. I knew this. Ashes and Stitches knew this. So I’d do as I was told.

“You know what? Fuck this. Get up—” Ashes reached for me to help me up, but I jerked away from him and gripped his hand. Quickly, I wrote my words onto his palm.

He knows. I’ll figure it out. Leave me.

“Fuck, baby.” Ashes let out a sigh. “Fine. We’ll still see what we can do.”

“He just needs to smoke a little and come down from being stuck in the Underground,” Stitches said, his voice strained. “I’m so sorry, angel. I’ll be right here if you want to get up.”

I closed my eyes and felt a tear slide out.

I’d made my decision.

I’d wait and hope I came up with a way to tell him without him losing his mind.

More than my life depended on it.