Page 25 of Touched By Death

“Does it matter?”

“Fuck,” I grunt, burying my face into her neck while pistoning my hips. “It matters.”

“You’re selfish, Amenadiel. You never fucked me like this. Aren’t you going to at least try to get me off?”

Lifting my head from her neck, I reach up to brush her damp hair away from her sweaty brow, wishing I could bring Aurelia back from the shadows. But she’s lost for now, imprisoned by the devil’s past. “Why should I? You’re not her.”

“You really don’t love me anymore?” Her icy voice lacks emotion. “The boy who promised to love me forever dropped me for another candle.”

Our lips brush with every powerful thrust. Reaching down, I grip her bruised hip. “Genesis died that day—slaughtered by my own brother. You’re a demon.”

Her lips spread into a cruel smile. “I know you want him dead, Amenadiel. Let’s kill him. Together.”

“Is that why you’ve returned? To kill my brother? Why seduce me?”

“I thought you were smart, Amenadiel?” she asks, wrapping her legs around my waist when my movements grow jerky. I can’t hold it back.

I come, groaning against her parted lips.

“I’m here to kill everyone,” she whispers as I fill her up with my cum. “This body will ensure no one stands in my way.”

Heart thundering in my chest, I frown while slowly leaning back to look her in the eyes.

“Don’t you see?” Her smile grows, evil incarnate. “They all love her. You love her.”

I scramble away, breathing harshly, the moonlight glinting off my cock that’s wet with my cum and her arousal. She sits up, slides off the mattress, and lets her skirt fall back down to cover her bare pussy. Wings stretched behind her, she conjures a flame and lets it dance across her fingers. Her eyes find mine over the flickering fire. “She’s the ultimate weapon to Hell’s destruction. Why do you think God let her out of Eden? Why the gates opened for her but no one else?”

“God doesn’t seek revenge,” I bite out.

“Doesn’t He?” Her tinkling laughter raises the hairs on my neck. “Did you never read the Bible, Amenadiel?” With a tut, she continues, “In Deuteronomy, God promised to avenge Himself upon the Israelites who rejected Him, and He’d do it in His own timing and according to His own perfect and pure motives. Well, baby…” Stepping between my legs, where I sit at the edge of the bed, she cups my chin and grips it tight when I try to wrench free. “That time is now.”

Before I can respond, she walks out of the bedroom, and I stare after her swaying hips. It’s only when the door clicks shut that I’m snapped out of my stasis.

Flying to my feet, I hurry after her, throwing open the door. The empty hallway greets me. As I turn the corner, I stop short. Dried leaves blow across the beam of moonlight on the entrance floor.

Staring at the wide-open front door, I curse.

She’s gone.

Chapter Nine

AURELIA

Shutting the door carefully, I wince when the quiet click somehow manages to crack like a whip.

“Aurelia, is it?” the headmistress asks, looking up from the paperwork on her desk. Her dark eyes, framed by long wispy lashes, take in my wings behind me as she rises to her feet. She gestures to the chair across from the desk. “Take a seat.”

Feeling like a deer caught in the headlights, I slowly make my way over and plop down as requested. She remains standing, watching me closely like a specimen she wants to harvest and investigate further. Her white and, by the looks of it, very sharp incisors glint in the candlelight when she smiles at me. There’s nothing friendly about it. The headmistress is a cruel and sinister angel, from what I’ve heard.

“How are you settling in?”

I clear my throat. “I’ve settled in well, thank you.”

She places her hand on the desk and drags her blood-red nails along the wooden surface, skating the paperwork on her way up to me. She seems to float on air. My throat turns dry, and I fight the urge to flee. There’s something about her, something as dark as Lucifer. “Rumors spread fast here at the academy.”

I wrack my brain, trying to figure out what rumors involve me. I keep to myself most of the time.

“As you may know, this is an academy for privileged students.” She stares at me intently and when I blink, at a loss, she swipes her hand from the desk in such a swift move that I jerk. “You’re from Eden originally? Is that correct?”

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