'Stop gloating!' I rasped, but I couldn't help laughing. He'd taken off that top hat, and those unruly brown waves framed a face that looked even more drop-dead dangerous than when he'd made me a woman. 'You knew damn well I couldn't resist your-Pandora must've schooled you in such courtly decorum! She gave you these clothes, too-to seduce me.'
'Whatever you say, my dear. It worked, didn't it?'
Then Billy waxed more serious. 'You now realize that she kept me alive the only way she could, after Perfidia attacked me. It was my own choice, however, to change. And you, Andrea, will remain safely mortal, too, unless you sincerely wish to be transformed.'
He smiled, as though privy to an inside joke. 'The only difference between 'immoral' and 'immortal' is a T, my sweet-and I'll help you cross it whenever you're ready. But for now, take a look.'
My gaze went out the window, where the town of Redemption lay sleeping beneath a blanket of snow. I turned for a last good look at it…feeling the very real jostling of the carriage, hearing the creak of its leather seat as Billy leaned closer to look out with me. And there was no mistaking the warm, inquisitive finger he insinuated into my slit.
Yet it was a dream-wasn't it?-to be flying blithely across the night sky, over the site where a mansion and three lethal ladies had once existed.
'You know, from this angle, those hillsides of Redemption resemble a pretty little ass, with a ribbon of road running along its crack.'
He said this with the gravity of a great philosopher…so I let him believe he was the first person to notice this lewd resemblance. 'You're incorrigible, Tripplehorn! Beyond redemption,' I teased.
I gasped as he got behind me, prodding me with that long, lovely cock. As he entered me, oh so slowly, those smooth, lethal teeth grazed the nape of my neck. I swore I heard Miss Pink giggling from somewhere out there.
'Yes, I am-beyond redemption,' he breathed. And as he drove his point home, he stuck our heads out the carriage window so we had more room to rut. 'That's where I'd love to take you, too, sweet Andrea. Shall we go?'
What could I say? I was already gone.
