Page 13 of Fallen Angels

“Dragan?”

“I don’t want to play this game,” I say.

“Pity for you,” he answers as he glances down at my breasts again. He chuckles. “Your mind despises me but your body lusts for me.”

I feel a blush crawling across my cheeks. I’m so obvious? The realization hits me like a sack of bricks and I want to climb into my shoes and die of humiliation and mortification. I hate it that Variant knows I want him because it’s exactly what he wants.

“I bet if I were to unbutton your pants and stick my fingers inside you, I would find your pussy soaking wet.”

Do it,I think to myself and have to silence my own thoughts.

Touch me and feel how wet I am for you…

I force the thoughts away and breathe in deeply as I try to push the Succubus back where she belongs. It’s no easy feat. She’s powerful and it feels as though her power grows day by day.

The door opens and Anona steps inside the room. I’m almost glad to see her. Almost.

Variant moves away from me and turns to face her. I feel myself beginning to shake. Fear grips me when I see the cruel smile on the she-demon’s face as soon as she sees me.

Has he called her here so she can partake in my death? Will she be the one to deliver the killing blow?

Anona’s carnelian eyes dance over my face and body with a perverse interest that makes me wish I could disappear into the wall behind me.

Variant snaps his fingers and before I can fully understand what’s happening, I begin walking toward a vanity chair against my will. The strength of his compulsion magic is startling.

“Come,” he says to Anona as she further enters the room. The doors close behind her loudly, of their own accord. She doesn’t even flinch but nods and crouches into a low curtsey before standing up again.

“My King,” she greets him.

“I’ve been getting acquainted with the angel,” he announces.

“Oh?” Anona responds as she approaches him.

“Yes, and her beauty has quite foiled me.”

I’m surprised by his words.

“Oh?” Anona repeats, watching him with curious eyes as though not sure what he’ll do or say next. It’s the same expression I’ve given him and I imagine it’s one that most people wear around him. Variant is the epitome of the word “unpredictable.”

“Look at that face,” he says with a shrug.

She looks across at me and hatred burns in her gaze.

“Have you ever seen its equal?” he asks.

“No,” she admits.

“If I ordered you to destroy the beauty in that face, would you?” he continues as my heart catches.

“With pleasure.”

“Angel,” he says as he turns to face me. My heart is now in my throat. “Come.”

I don’t want to approach him, but I do. I’m powerless against my legs as they carry me closer to the two of them. Anona’s eyes burn with delight. I have no doubt that she’s about to get her wish of torturing me. I’m nearly paralyzed with fear.

When I approach him, he grips my chin and yanks my head upward, into an uncomfortable position. “She has caused me so much trouble,” he whispers. “Countless sleepless nights.”

“She has caused me the same,” Anona says, her forked tongue sliding along her lips as she stares at me with glee.

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