Page 124 of Fallen Omega

“Don’t make me repeat myself. You’re late, so that’s a punishment in and of itself. And this? Fucking talking back and standing there? Angel, you’re going to be in chains, covered in wax, whipped and tortured with ice for the rest of your fucking life at this rate.”

Her eyes widen, and I don’t miss the sexual interest that lights up, even as she tries to squash it.

“I like obedience.” I crave control. Iamcontrol. She…she tests it.

But she steps in. And her nipples are hard, poking into the material of her top. Fuck.

I look at her. And then I’m on her, mouth devouring, tasting, licking, and biting. It’s like I need her. Like I can’t fucking breathe without her.

I push one hand under her shirt, and she’s not wearing a bra. Goddamn it. The anger drives itself higher and my vision tunnels down to black and her. I thumb over her nipple and a burst of sweetness hits, flaring and fanning the fires.

I want her. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire fucking life, and I hate it. I hateherfor it.

I shove her the fuck from me, and then take a deep swallow of the whiskey to try and rid myself of her taste.

“Dance.” I wave a hand at her.

“D-Dante? Y-You just…”

“I know what the fuck I did,” I growl. Moving away, putting my phone on my desk, and setting it up. I turn back. “And if you don’t dance, you might not fucking survive.”

She makes a sound. “You’d kill me?”

“If I fucking touch you right now, I’ll take you so hard, I’ll do things to you that’ll leave you ruined for anyone else.” I take another swallow then put the glass down. “Dance.”

The savageness is free, lashing at me. And the ravenous monster snaps jaws to taste more of her.

I had a morsel. A taste.

I want more.

But if I keep fucking touching her, I’ll hurt her. I’ll take her too hard, rough, and wild. I’ll chain her up and empty myself in her over and over and whip her if she dares come. In the mood I’m in…fuck safe words, fuck soft hands and gentle ways.

I’m not gentle.

Right now, I don’t give a fuck about her innocence. I’ll corrupt her, bring her down to Hell with me

Her virginity is neither here nor there, but her innocence? Unleash me on her as savage as I am, as riled by blood and thekill? I’m not sure I can pull back. I’m not even sure I can stop myself from touching her.

I don’t know if I’d want to.

But this dark anger and savage need in me demands the taste of denial. Holding off until I can’t? It’s the sweetest payment ever.

I can’t touch her.

I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.

She’s fucking mine.

I look at her. “Do it for me.”

“What?”

“Fucking dance, Angel.Now.”

She shakes her head. “No?—”

“Do it for me.”

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