Page 13 of Stolen By the Devil

“I love your sweet, innocent little pussy,” he murmured, his stubble rough against my skin.

I reached for him, and he hovered his body over me so I could grab his thick cock. I began to stroke its length, running a fingertip over the top, causing him to moan with pleasure.

“Fuck me, Drago,” I whispered.

With a growl, he pushed into me, and it felt as if he was tearing me open. But I didn’t pull away, enjoying the way his fingers dug even harder into my hips, holding me still, while he thrust deeper still, filling me completely, stretching me in ways I’d never known possible. Any protest died in my throat, morphing into a breathless gasp instead.

“You really are an angel,” he whispered, our bodies melding into a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing, as necessary as the frantic beat of my heart. I spiraled up and up until I was nothing but sensation, raw and unfiltered. I climaxed again, the force hitting me like a storm breaking against the shore, leaving me shattered in its wake.

“You’re so beautifully perfect,” Drago groaned, his voice thick with lust. His movements became erratic, driven by need as much as desire. “I’m going to make you mine, Angel.”

His words frayed into nothingness as he drove into me one final time, his body tensing as he reached his own release. I felt him pulse inside me, hot and insistent, and a part of me knew this would change everything.

He gasped, his breath ragged against my ear as he locked me beneath him with a strength that left no room for denial.

“I’m already yours,” I said, my heart hammering in my chest as he emptied himself into my core, claiming me in a way that was both fierce and tender. The world around us faded into oblivion, and then all that was left was the two of us, intertwined, our souls and bodies collapsing in the aftermath of our firestorm of passion.

I felt the light inside me flare brighter, intertwining with his shadows, pulling them in, softening the edges of hisdarkness. And in turn, his fire washed over me, filling me with a heat that left me trembling.

We weren’t just two people caught in a whirlwind of desire. We were something more, something ancient and powerful, bound together by forces neither of us could fully understand. Angel and demon, light and dark, heaven and hell.

When the storm finally passed, we lay tangled in each other’s arms, our breathing ragged, our bodies still humming with the remnants of the energy we had unleashed. I could feel the weight of what had just happened, the shift in the air around us, as if the world itself had acknowledged the bond we had formed.

Drago’s hand slid up my back, his touch gentle now, almost reverent, as he pulled me closer to him. "I will make you my bride," he whispered, his voice soft but firm. “For eternity.”

“Yes,” I whispered, pressing my lips to his, sealing my promise.

Then I closed my eyes, resting my head against his chest as the truth of his words settled over me.

He was right. We were bound together now, in ways that went beyond the physical, beyond the mortal world. Our fates were intertwined, two souls connected by light and darkness, fire and shadow.

And there was no going back.

Chapter Six

Drago

I felt different. Lighter.

The weight that had been a part of me for as long as I could remember had eased somehow, as if the darkness that had always clung to me had loosened its grip. Since being with Angel, everything had shifted. I couldn’t explain it—hell, I didn’t even want to try—but it was as though some invisible barrier between the man I was and the man I could be had cracked open. For years, I’d lived in shadow, cloaked in the violenceand ruthlessness that had built my empire, but now…now I felt something else.

Hope? Redemption? The words didn’t fit right. I wasn’t a good man, and wouldn’t fool myself into thinking I ever would be. I had spilled too much blood, committed too many sins. But being with Angel had done something to me. She was a light, and it was impossible not to feel the warmth when I was near her. She didn’t just change my world—she challenged it.

After staring at the spires atop the old Catholic church of my parish through the window of my office all morning, I left the building and walked down the street toward it. I hadn’t set foot inside the place for years. God was something I hadn’t believed in since childhood, and faith had no place in my life, not with the things I’d done. But today, something inside me felt raw, exposed, and the church called to me.

The heavy oak doors creaked open, and I stepped inside. The quiet hit me like a wave, the familiar scent of incense filling the air. The place was empty, save for the soft flicker of candles lining the altar, casting long shadows across the pews. The stained glass windows bathed the room in muted light, colors of red, blue, and gold washing over the empty space. It felt holy in a way I had forgotten.

I hesitated for a moment, but my feet moved on their own, carrying me down the aisle toward the cross that loomed above the altar. Christ’s face was cast in shadows, his body hanging limp, and I stared up at him, my chest tightening as I stood before the symbol of salvation that I’d never felt was meant for me.

Without thinking, I dropped to my knees. The floor was cold and hard beneath me, the rough texture of the tile digging into my skin, but I didn’t care. I bowed my head, closing my eyesagainst the wave of emotions rising inside me, a torrent of guilt, fear, and something else I hadn’t felt in years—regret.

My lips moved before I could stop them, a quiet, desperate whisper escaping into the silence. "Forgive me, Lord, for the sins I have committed, and for those I am yet to commit."

The words fell from my mouth like stones, heavy with the weight of years of violence, betrayal, and darkness. I wasn’t asking for absolution—not really. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I could ever be forgiven for the things I had done. But part of me…part of me wanted to be. Not for myself, but for the sake of the people I loved. For Angel. For my children.

I stayed there, kneeling in front of the cross for what felt like an eternity, letting the silence wash over me. But the peace I sought didn’t come. It didn’t matter if I wanted to change, to exorcise the demon that had been passed down to me. The world I lived in would never allow it.

The phone in my pocket buzzed, jarring me out of my thoughts. I stood, pulling it out and glancing at the screen. Reaper’s name flashed across it.

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