Page 47 of An Unexpected Ascension
“Why are you doing this?”
My mind spins with battling thoughts of lust and hate.
“Simple. Your blood is tainted, Angel. You were born for Hell.”
“That isn’t for you to decide.” I seethe between gritted teeth.
“Yet, here I am, about to fuck you straight out of Heaven.”
“You won’t do that,” I growl, gripping the hand taunting me. “I know that whatever happens in this cave does not affect me outside of it, so if you fuck me, then you’re just a bastard demon that deserves to rot, and I’m still an Angel.”
A maelstrom of darkness passes over his features, those blue eyes roiling with destruction. In one swift motion, I twist onto my belly,untangling myself. My knees scrape against the rock floor as I drag myself away from him, but I'm just not quick enough. An iron grip wraps around my ankle and with a forceful tug, I’m caught off balance and falling flat against the ground.
He forces me onto my back once more with a brutal yank on my shoulder. His navy eyes clash with mine, a twisted excitement twinkling like stars in a night sky. I realize it’s all a game to him, what happens to me – if I’m damned or not – doesn’t affect him even in the slightest.
I rise to my elbows, inching further away until he drops his weight, pinning me right where I am. Trapped between thick, muscular thighs, my efforts at escape are useless.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you.”
His voice is muffled by the chaotic waters crashing near my head. I can feel the million droplets from the fall dampening my hair. Another inch back and I may very well be plummeting once again, but perhaps that’s a better option than letting the demon ruin me.
“What are you going to do, Hermes?”
My eyes drop to where he presses his weight into me, a thick bulge straining against his black jeans.
A dark brow quirks, and the corners of his mouth lift in amusement.
“Like what you see?”
“No.”
“Awe come on, Angel. Play with me.”
He drops his palms beside my shoulders, my head falling clean off the edge of the cliff. My vision clouds with water, my mouth and nose nearly filling with it. I fight the urge to cough and breathe, though I know it’s pointless.
“What do you think would happen if I press my lips to yours on the very line of Purgatory and Heaven? Do you think your God would see it? Punish you?”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growl as he snakes his hand beneath my head, lifting it up and out of the spray of water.
I can feel the little droplets drip down the sides of my face, the curve of my nose, over my lips. His eyes trail the movement and when they land on the latter, he’s diving in for the kill. And despite every muscle in my body throbbing with tangible lust, I avert my face as I buck my hips and pull my legs from beneath him.
Without so much as a second thought, I fling myself off the edge of the cliff, savoring the way the cold water soaks my heated flesh.
Chapter 15
The Demon
“Until next time, Angel,” I call after her as she plummets.
I watch her disappear behind a cloak of water. I only meant to rile her up, but as I felt her skin beneath my own, the thought of really ruining her became reality.
Lucifer forbade me from eradicating her so close to our first strike of war, but he said nothing about damning her. Up until now, I tried ignoring her. Pretending her very existence in Heaven meant nothing to me, but those gluttonous green eyes taunt me.
So, leaving her be isn’t something I’m going to do. Why, it’s half of our strategy, anyway, converting Angels to our side. With a little more sway, she’ll be skipping her way with me to Hell. And even though her strength in denying me this long is – to my dismay – admirable, I will break her.
The black fabric of my pants strain with an uncured arousal. It’s been decades since I’ve cared to even breathe the same air as a woman, let alone a goddamn Fentonelli.
Next time, I will not hesitate to pull the trigger. She will be mine to torment and ruin for all eternity.
