Page 15 of Fallen Angels

“Yes?” I answer, afraid for whatever is going to come out of his mouth next.

“Spread your legs,” he responds.

My body does as he orders. I have no say in the matter. His gaze settles on the pink flesh between my thighs and he removes his robe, revealing a body chiseled to perfection. Wide shoulders accentuate narrow hips and a slender waist ripplingwith muscles. The deep crevice of his pelvic bone causes my mouth to water. Variant smirks with a sinfully attractive dose of arrogance and cockiness only a king could muster.

His cock is beyond rigid. And though I hate myself, I thirst for it. I’m suddenly envious of Anona—that she’ll receive him while I merely watch.

What the fuck is wrong with me?I can’t answer the question because I don’t know.

He holds my gaze, his large hands moving to spread Anona’s ass cheeks. He glances down at her for a brief second before his eyes return to mine and then travel lower still. He stares at my weeping flesh and opens his mouth to taste my arousal in the air.

Variant’s power forces my hand toward my pussy. I fight against it even as my body yearns to submit to his magic.

No, I won’t let him do this to me.

Pain envelopes my head.

“The more you struggle, the more it will hurt,” he warns before looking down at Anona again. His eyes instantly return to my body as I start touching my burning flesh, rubbing my clit as my legs widen of their own accord.

Variant’s lust guides my hands as if they belong to him. I want to look away from him, but I can’t. His magic holds me immobile, head facing forward, eyes open. My hand imitates Variant’s hand as he strokes Anona between her thighs and she grinds against him. I feel disgust and hatred like ice in my veins.

He places his cock at her opening and then looks over at me. I feel two of my fingers inching down to my opening and settling there. When he shoves himself into Anona, I feel my fingers force themselves into my pussy and the feeling is pure bliss.

I watch him fuck her and strangely, I feel as if he’s fucking me. His eyes never leave my body and he watches my fingers with envy. The envy I don’t understand. He knows he can have me, so why doesn’t he?

I watch him with Anona with a strange detachment. When he glances down at his cock while entering her, his eyes go blank until they lock onto my eyes and the hunger returns twice as strong.

Anona tenses and then screams out, coming undone by the impressive skills of her lover.

Variant leans over her, appearing as if he’s trying to deepen his thrusts. It’s then that I realize his fingers reach beneath the pillows. He pulls back with a quickness that surprises me, bringing his arm up with a speed that rattles my mind as I hover on the brink of my climax.

But then Anona’s blood sprays over the silk sheets and onto the floor as he pulls a blade across her throat. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and he pulls himself out of her. His cock is still rock hard, and it appears he hasn’t enjoyed his own release. Anona clutches her throat as her life bleeds away.

“This is what happens to those who disappoint me,” he snarls as he turns around to face me, still wielding the bloodied blade. And I now realize this whole episode was intended to illustrate his power. “You serve me to my satisfaction, or you die,” he finishes.

I clamp my legs together and my heart pounds through my chest, making me feel out of breath and weak.

He’s going to kill me next. I’m sure of it.

Anona’s struggle lessens as the bed soaks in her scarlet blood, spreading like horrific wings across the linen. Variant leaves her and drops the blade. He walks over to me, the blood on his skin sickening. I shake my head as I want to scream at him to get away from me. But I can’t move and I can’t scream. His hands fasten on my waist and he tries to pull me closer to him, to force his still rigid cock between my legs.

“She wasn’t what I wanted,” he growls.

He attempts to kiss me, but something within me flares up in anger. Suddenly, there’s a blinding light. Power explodes through the room, gripping the false king and sending him sprawling onto the floor. When he sits up, he’s momentarily shocked. Almost as shocked as I am. Then he begins to laugh harshly. “Impressive,” he says as he pulls himself off the floor and the laugh dies on his lips. “For an angel with no wings.”

Before I know what’s happening, I’m up and off my chair and running towards the door, but Variant is quick behind me. He grips me around the waist and whips me around until I’m facing him. Then he shoves me against the wall and holds me there. I’m terrified and I can barely breathe.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it,” I whisper.

“Kill you?” he laughs and then shakes his head as his fingers find the wetness between my thighs. He forces his fingers between my folds and begins rubbing up and down as a moan escapes my lips and I hate myself for it.

“Please, just do it.”

He chuckles. “I want your loyalty,” he says.

“Loyalty?” I repeat, shaking my head because I don’t understand him.

“I want you to tell me I’m the one true king.”

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