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Alaric settles between Dari’s spread legs with a smirk, and she stares up at him, braced on her elbows as he slaps her swollen clit with the thick head of his cock before sinking inside her, causing a ripple of growls to slip from Aurelia’s peeled back lips.

Ronan shuffles through my bedside drawer, then returns with a gag. He forces the red ball into her mouth and secures the leather strap behind her head.

“Always one step ahead of me,” I chuckle.

“We don’t want her to rip someone’s jugular out with her teeth if she escapes.”

“She won’t escape,” I grunt, my cock twitching in her ass when she continues to struggle.

Dari watches Aurelia with intense fascination while Alaric pounds her pussy as if he wants to piss our angel off, too.

When Aurelia continues growling and wriggling on the bed, he grabs Dari’s chin and steals her attention. “Look at me when I fuck your pussy. Ignore the little brat. Daemon is looking after her.”

It angers the darkness in Aurelia so much that I have to double down on my efforts to keep her restrained with my weight while my hips piston against her ass. I’ve never been this fucking hard in my life.

“Keep fighting me, little witch,” I grunt. “Wriggle that little ass against my crotch. It turns me on so much.”

I’ve always had an appetite for violence. Always loved indulging in my darkness. And I fucking love wrangling hers into submission.

As if Ronan enjoys her red eyes too, and the feral sounds coming from her petite body, he sits down and bops her on the nose.

“Jesus, fuck,” I grunt, throwing my whole weight down on her. “Fuck, I can’t…”

“Is she too strong for you, brother?” Ronan taunts, far too fucking amused by my struggle.

“Dream on.” I ram my cock so far inside her that I see stars.

“Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” Dari moans, throwing her head back as her tits bounce inside her dress. Alaric pulls out and finishes on her pussy, coating it with his release.

The monster inside Aurelia goes ballistic.

She thrashes and growls, her eyes glowing bright red and her neglected pussy gushing with need.

Ah fuck, I can’t hold on much longer if she’s going to keep fighting me like this. But I refuse to come until I’ve brought her to heel.

“It’s time to come on my cock,Aurelia,”I whisper in her ear, and surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, she grows still. “That’s my good girl, taking my cock so well. You like it tearing through your ass, hmm? Let me tell you a secret.” I bite down on her earlobe, then growl, “I fucking love it.”

She erupts with a cry that’s muffled behind the gag, her body shaking and shivering. I fuck her harder, thrusting my cock in her ass until I’m so deep that my balls slam against her gushing pussy, and she comes for me a second time, strangling my pulsing cock with her tight ass.

I grunt, emptying inside her.

It goes on for-fucking-ever, rolling through me in powerful, breath-stealing waves. I wonder for a brief second, as my dick twitches in her ass, if I’ll ever survive. Fucking her is dangerous business.

ChapterTwenty-Five

AURELIA

Ifinish off my shower, then step out, water dripping from my skin as I reach for a towel. I’m sore everywhere, courtesy of Daemon and the others.

As I look at myself in the mirror above the sink, I do a double take, slowly moving closer. A necklace of bruises decorates my throat. I trace my fingers along the purple marks and a soft smile lifts my lips as I lower my hand. I’m finally getting somewhere with them. Their rough treatment today brought back memories from when I first arrived in Hell. Back when they stole my heart and dipped it in black ink.

I’ll do anything to bring them back to me, even if I lose myself in the process, as long as Daemon’s gravelly voice drags me back to the surface.

Wrapped in a towel, I step out of the bathroom and pause.

Lucifer stands near the window with his back to me. He turns around and scans his eyes down my body.

I clutch the towel to me, wishing I wore more clothing. The power dynamics between us couldn’t be more glaringly obvious as he slowly walks up to me. He’s immaculately dressed in a pressed suit, while I’m half-naked, with damp hair sticking to my skin. His scent, like that of hellfire, woodsmoke, and danger, invades my senses. He stops in front of me, undressing me with his intent gaze.

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