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“Don’t you know me at all?” I ask him while letting my eyes roam over the threatened angel cowering against the bars. “I like a challenge.”

Aurelia’s lips twitch viciously, and when I pull the bars closed behind me, the snarl in her chest starts back up. Fierce, dangerous, and tempting as fuck. “Lock us in.”

Daemon’s deep chuckle bounces off the damp brick walls. Soon after, the click of the padlock cements my fate. I’ll either die in here, torn to shreds by Eden’s own angel, or I’ll find myself trapped in her Heaven. “Now, baby,” I whisper, reaching out to drag my fingers along the bars. “It’s just you and me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she replies. “The shadows are close to the surface. If you’re smart, you’ll leave this cell.”

“Interesting,” I muse, counting each step. One. Two. “Why are you so threatened? I only want to touch you. Lick Daddy Lucifer’s cum off your pussy.”

“I’m caged,” she replies, a soft snarl penetrating the haunted notes that caress her vocal cords. “I can’t escape.”

“No, you can’t,” I agree as I stop in front of her. “You can never escape us.” Trapping her with my hands on the bars, I let my heated gaze flick down to her lips. The sight of her gleaming fangs excites me more than she can ever comprehend. If I had my way, they’d be buried deep in my skin while she makes a mess of my hand with her soaked pussy. “Admit that it gets you wet, little angel.” I duck and lick a path from the base of her throat, where her collarbones meet, to her chin and over her soft lips. Her audible gasp and trembling breaths dance over my mouth. I let go of the bars to grip her by the small of her waist. “Admit that some twisted part of you likes this cage. You’re trapped like a fragile little bird with cut wings, and the only way out is through sweet obliteration.” A soft puff of air licks at her supple lips. I chuckle and let go of her waist to dip my fingers between her thighs. “I can offer you the merciful death you long for, little witch.”

“You’re wrong,” she says shakily, gripping the cell’s bars on each side like they’re her lifeline. “There’s nothing merciful about dying at your hands.”

“Or my tongue,” I reply with a wolfish smile as I find her soaked slit, teasing the soft curls. “It’s fucking messy to dance with my reaper. But that’s how you like it, isn’t it? Messy, bloody, and destructive. Unless it hurts in the best fucking way possible”—I shove two fingers inside her—“you don’t want it.”

A tiny whimper slips off her tongue, and I dive in to taste its exquisite, seductive notes. I bite her lip and work a third finger inside her pulsing cunt while she lifts her leg and rests her knee against the bars.

“See, baby,” I whisper, tasting the blood on her swollen lips. “Nothing beats death’s sting. You’ll die at our hands over and over again.”

Swallowing thickly, she chokes out, “Fuck.”

Her soaked pussy clenches around my fingers, the wet sounds luring the male angels in the room closer. Crowding the cage, their hungry eyes watch the little witch roll her hips against my hand like a seductive dance that has them frothing at the mouth.

I like her like this. Pliant, desperate, and willing to sacrifice her own soul for the orgasm I’m coaxing from her sweet body. My thumb sweeps over her swollen clit. I look down at her puffy cunt, the way it welcomes my fingers again and again. Hit with the urge to taste her, I slide my fingers out and suck them clean of her slick arousal, the tangy taste doing filthy things to my body.

Breathing harshly, with her pink pussy on full display, she stares at me from beneath her heavy, wispy lashes. Red mist swirls in the depths of her gaze, and there’s something so alluring about the struggle that plays out before me. I drop to my knees and ram my tongue inside her tight pussy.

“There’s our good little whore,” Daemon drawls somewhere nearby. “Let her feast on your cunt while we watch.”

Aurelia rolls her hips, grinding her sweet pussy against my mouth. I grip her hips. My tongue slides out to circle her swollen clit over and over until she’s quivering and pleading for more. I fucking love the way she grinds that wet slit against my lips, all of her angelic inhibitions evaporating before my eyes.

Easing back, I slap her pussy. “So fucking greedy.” With a naughty smile, I grip the back of her knee and lick a hot, slow path up her thigh, through Lucifer’s dried cum on her skin. The salty taste combined with her tanginess is a heady concoction. I want more. So much more.

I hold her gaze while I lick and nibble on her skin. She watches me with those heavy, seductive eyes that bring me to my damn knees. I’d do anything to get to worship her like this. Marked by the devil himself.

When my tongue drags over her soaked folds again, she throws her head back against the bars with a loud cry of demented pleasure.

Behind me, the click of the lock and the creak of the bars have my lips spreading into a smile against her throbbing clit. The clomp of Daemon’s heavy boots and the scent of his heady aftershave precede his cruel words. “Time to chain her up and show her what happens when her worst nightmares come true.”

Chapter Thirty-Three

DARIANA

“Chain me up?” Aurelia asks when I rise to my feet and step aside for Daemon to shoulder past. He grabs her arm, hauls her out of the cage, and throws her up against the brick wall, where several chains attach to the hooks in the wall. “What the fuck are you doing, Daemon?”

“You let my father come on your pussy,” he says, chaining her wrists while she stares up at him with wide eyes.

“I didn’t fucking let him do anything,” she argues, pulling on the restraints and visibly wincing at the sound of the chains.

With the reflexes of a striking cobra, he grabs her throat. “What were you doing in his office?”

Her words come out rushed and choked beneath his tight grip. “I was running from you. I found his office by mistake.”

“Mistake,” he snarls, reaching for another chain and circling it around her throat. “And you thought it was a good idea to enter the room?”

Her throat jumps against the chain. “I didn’t know it was his office until I was already inside.”

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