by Nina Levine
“Is that what you want? You want to see her beg? Do you want her on her knees? Do you want her dead? Or do you just want her under your thumb?” Sera bit her lip, arching into his touch. Here came the dangerous part…. “What if I could be her, just for one night? What if you could do to me everything that you wanted to do to her?”
His fingers stilled.
He spun her around.
Captured her chin in one hand.
And a daring, reckless thought speared through her. “I could be, you know? I could be anything you want me to be. Would you like that? Would you like me to be her?” Another twinge. Just this once…. “I would.”
And then she pushed forward and kissed him.
It shocked him.
He stilled beneath her mouth. Him. The demon who’d broken a thousand hearts, and ruined hundreds of others. She didn’t want to think of those others. She knew what he’d become. What she’d made of him. She knew it, and in this moment she didn’t care. Because this moment—crystalline and clear—belonged to her.
He belonged to her.
Everything she’d never been able to take.
All her long-secret desires, bursting free of her chest in a dizzying rush.
Sera’s hand slid behind his neck and then she hauled his face toward her, their mouths clashing as the resistance in him died.
It was a yes.
His tongue thrust inside her mouth, and suddenly the tables were turned. She wasn’t the one in control of any of this. Hard hands captured her hips, and then his fingers were digging in, leaving bruises. He hauled her against him, until she could feel the brutish weapon in his slacks grinding against her.
It broke her concentration. Sera gasped against his mouth, struggling to keep her balance. This body might have come with an entire new set of instructions and strange desires, but she’d never given into it. There’d never been anyone that made her heart skip a beat, like he did. She was as virgin as they came, and this was the first time she’d come face-to-face with a cock, so to speak. Desire burst to life within her like an explosion, stirred by the lash of his tongue. It was overwhelming. An assault of the senses. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She just wanted some sort of ending to this tension within her. It felt like her skin was containing every inch of raw desire until she wanted to burst.
Or maybe that was just her heart, skipping beats like a schoolgirl jumping rope, and the fact she was finally fucking kissing him.
Azazel’s hand slid over her ass and he hauled her against him. Grinding there, hard flesh digging into the slickness between her thighs.
He broke the kiss and shoved her back on the desk, his eyes blazing.
Sera gasped as she stared up at him. “What are you—?”
“Like I said….” His smile was cruel. “It ended. Badly. Innocence is a mirage. Love is a lie. And betrayal is the kiss of death. Even a demon can be fooled. Once.”
The word was a knife through the room.
He knelt on the desk between her thighs, leaning forward onto his knuckles. “So don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart. I don’t believe in mercy.” Fingertips stirred the hem of her skirt higher, until her breath caught. “But maybe you can earn it. Up.”
She barely dared think her way through the motion.
He slid his fingers under her skirt, tangling them in the strings of her G-string as her hips lifted. A single fierce pull and they were gone, torn in two. The sting of it marked her flesh.
“Maybe we should lay some rules,” she said, a little nervously.
A hand slid up her abdomen, slamming her back against the desk. “Maybe there are no rules.”
“Isn’t this—”
“Part your thighs.” He nudged forward, between them. “Part them and show me how much you want this. I promise you’ll like this, little angel. You want to be her? Then be her, just for one night. I will break you with pleasure. I will make you scream with need. I will do to you everything that I ever wanted to do to her.”
She had a fist in his shirt. “You won’t hurt me?”
Glory’s kiss, what had she gotten herself into?
His hard gaze shuttered. “Only if you beg me to.”
There was a wealth of meaning in those words, ones she was afraid she understood.
Sera nodded, and her voice came out in a small whisper, “Okay.”
He must have sensed her sudden nervousness.
Knuckles brushed between her thighs, the leather of his gloves sliding slick against her clit. It was shocking. Deliciously gentle. And she was so close to the edge that she didn’t think it would take her long to break. Not like this.
Sera gasped.
“Reach back,” Azazel insisted. “Grab hold of the handle on that drawer. And don’t let go. If you let go while I’m eating your pussy, I’ll throw you out of this club.”
“And if I don’t let go?” She complied, the wings digging in a little as she caught the handle.
Their eyes met.
He palmed her thighs, forcing them as wide as they could go. Her skirt slid up, and she was fairly certain she was bare to the world.
But he didn’t look. He merely stared through her, as if this was the moment he’d remember, once this was all done.
“They say that angels taught humans the truth about love,” he breathed, his head lowering over her. She could almost see the outline of his wings—shrouded in shadow—and the power of his beauty as he crouched between her thighs hit her like a truck. Greedy eyes dropped to the wetness between her thighs. “But demons taught them how to fuck.”
Looking up the line of her body, he buried his head between her thighs. The first stroke of his tongue was a lash. The second slower, nuzzling into hot flesh. He suckled at her until she was desperate and gasping.
“Please!”
It was just as punishing a kiss as the one he’d bestowed on her mouth.
But where that had been a claim, this was a brand.
A tongue speared inside her, hard fingers curling into her ass. Sera screamed as pleasure broke through her. She wanted to reach down and grab a fistful of his hair, but the thought of losing any chance of this made her fingers curl around the handle.
Don’t let go.
Her hips wanted to lift. She ground herself against his mouth, begging, little desperate cries that spilled from her lips and broke over him….
And then she was collapsing against the polished walnut with a gasp as he lifted his face.
He pressed a gentle kiss to her slick pussy as her sensitive flesh twitched, and Sera pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and bit hard, to try and force her way through the rush of sensation overwhelming her.
“You let go,” he whispered.
“After you finished,” she gasped, curling her fingers into a fist.
How was she ever going to survive this night, if this had been just the start of it?
Azazel tugged her skirt down, a dangerous little smile curving his mouth as he wiped the glistening wetness of her flesh from it. “What a wicked little angel you are. You taste like sin, my love. And I think you need to be punished for taking that hand off that handle.” He hauled her up, a fist curling in her corset. “But I think we need to go upstairs for that.”
5
Sera staggered inside his bedroom, wrapping her arms around her as Azazel shut the door with a quiet click.
It had been easier downstairs, with the desk between them.
But the bed here was shockingly large, and draped in red silk.
There was no hiding what she was here for now—what he’d do to her on that bed.
“Here’s the door, Angel.” His voice was hard and cutting as he leaned back against the door, watching her take in her surroundings. “You don’t want this, then you use it. Now.”
“I want this.” The words blurted from her lips, and even she could hear the truth singing in them.
Maybe this was why Uriel had sent her. Because he knew that no other angel could catch Azazel unawares. He wa
s a master of lies. He was cold, murderous, violent, and barely leashed. She’d seen the others in the Brotherhood shudder when his name was mentioned.
But the shudder within her was a thousand miles away from theirs.
No, hers was laced with forbidden need.
Hers was threaded through with all the things she’d never been able to do when she loved him.
The primal sin.
Need. Hunger. Desire.
It was written all over her, and she could see it reflected back in the merciless black of his eyes.
His dangerous laugh abruptly echoed in the air.
“You do want this.” He took another step, and then there was nowhere else to go, nowhere to hide. Only him, and the heat curling off his skin. “Understand this, little angel.” His claws captured her chin, and his gaze held her hostage. “You made this choice. From now, until the moment I’ve tired of you, you belong to me. You are mine, and I own every inch of your body. I own every inch of your soul. You will obey me. You will please me. And you will beg for mercy from me. Do you understand?”
She captured his wrists, fighting to breathe past the tension in her chest. “I understand.” And then she dared. “But maybe you should know this…. You might own my body, but I’ll claim yours too. You might shackle my soul, but I’ll steal yours in return. And if you dare try for my heart, I’ll brand myself on yours. Kiss me. Fuck me. Lie to me. Love me. I’ll return each and every favor.”
He stilled. His thumb caressed the side of her jaw, almost curiously. “What’s your word?”
Her heart hammered in her chest. They were really doing this. And she needed a minute—fuck, she needed forever—but there was no escape. “My… what?”
“A single word to end this.” His fingertips brushed her golden hair behind her shoulders, and she could feel the tickle of his black claws. “A single phrase to tell me when we’ve hit your boundaries.”
Oh, right. She wasn’t thinking fast enough. Tendrils of smoky allure wrapped around her, fogging her brain and promising pleasure. She wanted more of it. She wanted to breathe it all in and gorge like some sort of junkie.
“Forever,” she whispered.
Azazel froze, and she could almost sense him thinking back, back…. Remembering those days when he’d promised her he’d love her forever.
She brushed her mouth against his. Lured him into another slow, lazy kiss.
“Done,” he purred.
And then he captured her by the throat and hauled her sideways, tossing her down on the bed in a mess of silk and outflung legs. Sera caught herself, one of her wingtips digging into the mattress. Feathers tore loose, spilling over the bed.
“Get rid of the dress,” he said. “But leave the wings on.”
It was difficult to maneuver the dress around her wings. Sera bit her lip as she drew the zip down, revealing everything. With a little shimmy, she wriggled it over her hips, and looked up at him.
His expression smoldered. For a moment, she thought he was going to grab her and kiss her again, but then he mastered himself.
“On your knees.”
Sera complied.
Azazel leaned down, a gentle kiss spilling from his brutal lips. It stirred against Sera’s lips. A kiss of heat and sin. A promise of sweetness and seduction.
A lie.
One hand fisted in her hair, and then he was jerking her up until their mouths clashed.
He didn’t just kiss.
He devoured. She could taste the spice of his cigarette, the smooth glide of his whiskey, the tang of her own body. The scent of burned cinnamon was in her nose. Him. Hell. All the wickedness her thoughts could conjure.
And she was so fucking angry with him.
You lied to me.
You promised me forever, and then you went behind my back and started plotting with Lucifer. You couldn’t wait. You couldn’t love me from afar. You couldn’t be content with what we had.
You Fell.
You left me.
You broke me.
She poured everything she had into this kiss. All her anger. All her hate. All the broken shards of her love.
And it was infuriating to feel her new body react to him in a way it never had. They’d been denied this pleasure in Heaven, trapped in cold, emotionless angel-flesh. But she felt it now, pouring through her like her skin ignited beneath his firm hands.
A new truth dawned in her heart: She hadn’t accepted this mission because she wanted to bring him down.
She’d accepted it because she wanted this.
She wanted just one night to fuel her dreams for the next five hundred years.
She wanted to know, just once, what their love could have conjured.
Azazel broke the kiss, breathing hard. His hands were clasped on either side of her face, his claws threatening to dig into her cheeks.
But it was the look in his eyes that made her breath catch.
Because there, for just a single, desperate second, was the angel she’d loved.
And then his gaze shuttered, dark lashes hiding that moment of vulnerability, before he stroked her cheeks with both thumbs.
“You play a good role,” he whispered. “You almost taste like innocent desire.”
He tore his coat off and cast it aside. The shirt and tie went next, revealing a heavy slab of a chest, painted with writhing tattoos. Smoke demons. Golden angelmarks were obliterated by their hungry mouths.
Hands dropped to his zip, but Sera brushed them away.
“Let me,” she whispered.
He was wearing nothing beneath his slacks. They dropped away from solid thighs, carved with muscle, but it was the heavy jut of his cock that entranced her.
All of a sudden her heart was beating fast again.
Because he was huge.
The glint of steel caught her eye. A piercing. And then he was wrapping her hair around his fist and drawing her up onto her hands and knees.
This wasn’t for her.
This was punishment.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he told her.
She knew what he wanted of her.
Her lips slid over the swollen head of his cock. He tasted like salt and sin. She curled her hand around the base of him, encouraged by the sharp intake of breath that he made, and then swallowed him whole.
Or as far as she could get.
“Fuck.” It was the first time she’d seen a crack in his composure. His fist clenched in her hair. “More.”
Sera’s eyes watered as he tilted her head back and slid deep. A row of little barbells brushed over her tongue—he was pierced all the way beneath his shaft—and then she was taking all of him. She couldn’t breathe. All she could taste was cock, and just before she began to choke, he was withdrawing again.
She could see herself reflected in his eyes as he glanced down.
Heels still on. Thigh high tights torn in places. Lipstick bleeding around her mouth. Broken wings.
A picture of innocence ruined. His cock flexed, and her breath caught. This was what he wanted of her. His was why he’d taken one look at her in the gallery and been unable to walk away.
This was the key to ruining him.
Sera dug her hands into his ass and urged him toward her.
Go ahead. Ruin me. Try and fuck me from your soul. Lock your heart away, and let it bleed.
The next thrust came harder.
Faster.
Then he was fucking her mouth with cold, callous thrusts.
He wasn’t here. Not with her. She could see it in his eyes, see it in the way he threw his head back and drove forward, a little harsher.
Maybe he was the master of seduction between the two of them, but she needed to reach him.
See me.
Sera slid her tongue along the bottom of his slick length, flicking it against the arrow-shaped groove beneath the head of him. Cold metal danced over her tongue, and he glanced down.
Their eyes met.
The next thrust was not as deep. Sera sl
id her hands down the back of his thighs, digging her nails into the hard muscle. Azazel pinned her there, his hands clasped around her head. His lip curled in a silent snarl, want and need warring with the desire to control the moment.
Sera suckled hard, and stole another gasp from him.
She’d been on the receiving end of enough of Tayla’s enthusiastic endorsements of this act to have some idea of what she was doing.
There was no finesse. There was no need for it. Desperation and urgency made up for her lack of experience. His piercings scraped over her teeth, and she sucked and licked and choked on that thick length, loving every second of it.
Azazel shuddered. “Stop.”
No. She could sense him there, right on the edge, and she gave him as much mercy as he’d shown her. One hand fisted tight in her hair. He was thrusting now, fucking her mouth, his spine arching.
He swore under his breath. “So be it.”
He forced himself deep until she was almost choking. Hot gushes of seed wet the back of her throat. Sera coughed, her eyes widening as she sought to breathe through this moment. A tingle of heat slicked its way between her thighs. Her own dirty little secret. Some part of her liked being used by this.
She wanted more.
She wanted him inside her, using her like this, pinning her to the bed….
It was like coming alive and staring her own demons in the face.
Azazel’s fingers stilled in her hair, and he bent forward, gasping now. The caress of his thumb against her cheeks was oddly gentle as he let her draw back, swallowing the rest of his cum.
Their eyes met.
She’d stripped him of every inch of that cold, controlled façade. Staring up his body, she saw the demon in him. Wild. Dangerous. Flushed with the glow of orgasm. The heated nature of his stare felt like fingers sliding through her pussy. It was as though he could see right through her, see the truth she’d only just revealed to herself.
“You liked that.” He leaned down, kissing at her mouth. Sharp little nips that stung. The pull of it throbbed all the way through her. “Do you want more, little angel?”
“Yes.” She slid her hands up his chest, but he captured her wrists and drove them back to the bed.
“No. I touch. You obey.”