Page 12 of Fallen Angels

“Haven’t you asked yourself that exact question?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” he says as he begins walking around me, scrutinizing me as if I’m a horse he’s considering purchasing. “You’re certainly a delectable, little morsel,” he announces. “Perhaps fucking you is reason enough to keep you around.”

His crude words cause me to swallow hard and when he stops walking and stands in front of me, it’s all I can do to hold his gaze.

“You have nothing to say to that?” he asks.

“No,” I respond.

“What’s your name?”

“Eilish,” I respond, still staring at him as he stares back at me. There’s a smile that plays with his lips and it makes me want to slap him across the face.

“Eilish,” he repeats, enunciating both syllables. “Beautiful, little angel, Eilish, who has suffered such trials and tribulations.” Variant’s gaze strays meaningfully towards the bed before he returns it to me. “Tell me why you believe the others find you so enthralling.”

I step away from him, but he closes the distance between us. “I don’t know. They don’t tell me anything.” My words aren’t exactly a lie—the three of them have their secrets they keep close to their hearts. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

Variant walks forward and I step back. He takes another step forward as I retreat, and we continue this dance until my back hits the wall. He’s maybe a step or so away from me and I hate the way my body wants to lean into his heat. If Dragan and the others knew how I was reacting to Variant, they’d be disgusted.

I’m disgusted with myself.

“Do you know what happened to the other angels?” Variant asks in a smooth yet husky tone.

I shake my head and swallow hard. He petrifies me.

“I captured them,” he says as he takes a step that wipes out the gap between us. He pushes himself against me and I feel his erection between my thighs. All I can do is keep my eyes on his.

“And I personally tore the wings from their bodies after my men slaughtered all the males.”

My heart drops down to my stomach and then begins racing, filling me with anxiety and fear. “Why… why would you do that?” I demand, even though I instantly regret the words, afraid he might take offense to them. I mean, who am I to question him? I’m his prisoner and he’s the false king. He’s already admitted to killing all of my brethren and I’m not such a fool to think I’ve somehow escaped his list.

He shrugs. “Surely the answer is obvious?”

“You thought of all angels as a threat?” I whisper.

“Naturally,” he says as he pushes his pelvis forward and his cock slides against the sensitive flesh between my legs. Thank God there’s clothing between us and he can’t feel the reaction he causes inside me. “Angels are the most powerful of creatures,” he explains. He glances down at my chest as it rises and falls with my increased breathing. My nipples are hard little pebbles that poke through the thin fabric of my blouse. He notices them instantly before he looks back at my eyes and smiles in a knowing sort of way.

“They were never a threat to you,” I whisper.

“Not anymore,” he laughs. “There’s a room in this palace where I house all those wings as trophies.” I instantly feel my eyes narrow as my breath catches. He laughs. “A bit macabre, I know, but they serve as a reminder that no creature—neither light nor dark—can hide from my power.” He glances down the outline of my body and his eyes stop at my breasts again. He stares at them hungrily. “Tell me, angel, have both of them had you?”

“No,” I respond, breathing the word because I’m so nervous. I can hardly detect my own voice.

“Do not lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” I whisper as he brings his fingers to my breasts and rubs them across my nipples. I try to suppress the moan that threatens to leak off my lips. Damn the Succubus straight to hell for this! She shouldn’t be turned on by this man!

“Have you had at least one of them?”

“Yes,” I answer because somehow I know I shouldn’t lie to him. Not about this, anyway.

He nods. “Ah.” He nods again. “Now we begin a new game.”

“A new game?”

“Yes, the game of just whohashad you. Don’t tell me,” he continues, his eyes brightening as he smiles boyishly. “I want to guess.”

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