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“Fuck me.” My voice comes out choked, my tits heaving with every labored breath. “Please, fuck me.”

The lust-filled gaze in his dark eyes takes on a dangerous edge. “I thought you’d never ask.” Straightening up, he drags his big hand down my body, between my tits, all the way to the apex of my thighs. Then, as he holds my gaze, he grips my trembling hips and takes me in one hard thrust.

My back shoots off the desk, and I curl my fingers around the edge. “Fuck!”

His hand is back on my throat, bruising my pulse point, as his hips piston against me. Slapping skin and strangled sounds of pleasure fill his office. He fucks me hard and dirty. The way I always imagined Amenadiel fucked. Despite the dewdrop of kindness inside him, he’s a monster at the very core.

A core that’s now torn open and bleeding all over my exposed soul.

My gushing cunt makes a mess of the front of his suit pants. I’m so aroused and lost to every stroke of his big cock against my pulsing inner walls that the wet, lewd sounds my pussy makes barely register. I couldn’t care less.

Not when he fucks me like he’s on a mission to ruin me for other men. As though he has something to prove.

“Amenadiel,” I moan, and he chokes out a strangled, “Fuck.”

Rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb, he never takes his eyes off me, watching the emotions flicker across my face. I stare at him the entire time with my heart in my throat, where it whispers how right this moment feels.

And how wrong.

Framed by his massive wings that are as mysterious and dark as the night, he takes my breath away.

Leaning over me, his lips find mine in a hard kiss. “Those boys can never make you feel like this,” he snarls between kisses. “They can never fuck you this good. Not like an angel as ancient as me.” He bites my lip, drawing it away from my teeth. Then he lets go and dives in for another kiss, as soul-destroying as his tight grip on my throat. “There’s a good girl. I can feel you strangling my dick.”

He fucks me harder, causing the desk to scrape on the floor. His whiskey glass topples over the side, the crash obnoxiously loud amongst our labored breaths and moans. I don’t ever want him to stop fucking me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers before pulling out and flipping me over. With his big hand fisted in my hair, he pulls my head back. At the same time, he rams his cock inside me and proceeds to bruise my hipbones against the desk’s edge.

Teetering on my tall heels, my cunt pulses rhythmically around his veiny dick. I’m coming apart, arousal dripping down my thighs.

His wet lips, parted with a wolfish smile, find my ear. “Come on my cock, angel. Scream my fucking name.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice. The filthy command in his gravelly voice settles in my clit, delicious and forbidden. I come with a loud gasp, clamping down on his dick.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growls, taking me harder. Every damning thrust of his hips against my ass is as ruthless as the fierce grip he has on my hair. Just when I think I’ll never survive his brutal claiming, he pulls out. His hot cum rains over my ass in quick squirts, each one branding me like a blazing iron.

Running his fingers through his cum on my lower back, he trails them between my ass cheeks and applies pressure to my ring of muscles. I stiffen, but he tightens his grip on my hair and proceeds to fuck his cum inside my ass. The sharp sting has me panting through my teeth. Like his nephew, there’s nothing gentle about Amenadiel’s touch. As soon as I gave him consent, he took what he wanted.

“So fucking perfect,” he says, circling the remaining cum over my puckered hole.

I moan at the intense sensation, arching my back and pushing my ass against his fingers. Fuck, I need him to take me there.

With a final slap to my ass, he steps back, pulls me up, and tangles his fingers in my matted hair. His lips descend on my neck, kissing and biting until I’m putty in his arms. Only then does he kiss my lips. It’s different this time. The hard sweeps of his tongue against mine have my heart singing to his tune. “Good girl,” he praises between kisses, gripping me tighter and nipping at my lips. “Melt for me.”

And I do.

I fall apart completely when he sinks to his knees and covers my soaked, sore pussy with his hungry mouth.

Anchored to the intense look in his eyes, I come apart on his tongue, moaning his name the entire time like a prayer on a warm sea breeze.

Chapter Thirty-Five

AMENADIEL

Mist rolls along the cobblestone, disturbed by my wide steps and the long coat that moves around my calves. I pull it tighter around me, chin tucked close to my chest. It’s cold here, and my breaths puff out in front of me. The trickling water in the cherub fountain accompanies the soft crunching of stray pebbles beneath my shoes. I spare a quick glance at the boarded-up buildings and the bike that lies abandoned on the ground. Aurelia’s mind is silent tonight as she sleeps softly in my bed, unaware of my presence.

Up ahead, three colorful doors hover in midair, suspended between realities. A small smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I walk past the bike. With a quick glance behind me to ensure I’m alone, I enter the third door and exit into the cathedral. The countless candles that are spread out across the vast space flicker to life in response to my magic and cast a dim glow over the pews. Shadows dart across the walls, spooked by the warming flames that chase away the chill in the air. I blow on my hands as I make my way down the length of the cathedral. Overhead, thickening darkness spreads across the ribbed, vaulted ceiling. It sneers at me as I pull open the large, creaky front doors and step outside.

With one look at the tray of candles on the ground, I cross the grass, weaving between ancient, ivy-covered gravestones on my way to the mausoleum. As though her mind shields it from intruders, the structure is partly hidden behind the thick branches of a fir tree. Ivy climbs up the white marble, the green leaves rustling in the cold breeze. A crow, perched on the shoulder of one of the life-size marble angels beside the bronze doors, caws loudly. Head cocked, its beady, black eyes watch me closely. I barely spare it a glance as I pull open the heavy bronze door and enter the small space.

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