Page 49 of Touched By Darkness

“What did I specifically say last night before I left?” Amenadiel asks when he opens the door to my room the following morning.

I’m curled up naked next to the deceased body of the human man, covered in dried blood, pieces of flesh, and innards. He has long since grown cold and stiff. His eyes are gone. So are his heart and most of his organs.

I slowly sit up, gazing at Amenadiel through a haze of foggy memories. My mouth tastes of copper and regret.

The man in question shuts my door, steps deeper into the room, and scans his eyes over the blood splatter on the walls.

He even kicks a severed foot out of the way.

Then he cups my cheek and brings my eyes up to his. “You have been a very bad girl, Angel.”

I bare my bloodied teeth and hiss at him, but he digs his fingers into my jaw until I fall silent.

“I do not tolerate disobedience in my house.” He flares his wings in a display of dominance before softening his voice. “But I’m proud of you for indulging in darkness.

Leaning down, he whispers in my ear, “Did he beg for his life when you fucked him?”

A snarl rips from my throat, and Amenadiel pats my cheek, pleased that I’m more animal than angel in this moment. “Good angel.”

This time, when I bare my teeth and stare at him through a red mist, he simply chuckles. Then he uses his sheer power to flip me over on my front and grind his hard cock into my ass. “When the darkness has its hold on you, all morals disappear until you learn to wrangle it into submission. Right now, you’re a savage creature of the night. And I can do anything I want with you, and you’ll love every second of it.”

There’s a note of longing in his voice, as if he enjoys my fierce snarls and red eyes.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Angel. Stretch this tight cunt before Daemon falls for you again.”

He grips my hair, crusty with dried blood, and pulls it sharply until my head is bent at a weird angle. “Remember when I told you I craved blood and sex? I’m fucking starved. But not for humans, or even angels, but for a true monster.” His voice drops even lower, dripping with dangerous intent. “Like you are now.”

Amenadiel breathes into my ear as he unzips his pants and shoves down the front. He strokes his cock and lines it up with my dripping cunt.

“Such a good little whore,” he breathes out, forcing my cheek down on the mattress, his big palm splaying over most of my face. “Look at the destruction you caused last night as you tortured that man for hours on end. I bet you loved every second of his anguished screams.”

I snarl, growl, and snap my teeth, sounding like a vicious animal. But Amenadiel subdues me with ease, using his sheer strength to pin me to the bed with my ass in the air.

He’s just about to drive into me when one of his guards knocks on the door, followed by the very distinct feminine voice of Dariana.

“You will let me in this instant, or Lucifer will see that you’re fired.”

Amenadiel shoves off me with a loud curse, then hurriedly tucks himself away just as the door opens.

“What the fuck?” Dariana says, taking in the scene with wide eyes.

Daemon shoulders past the guard before he too comes to an abrupt halt.

Ronan and Alaric look equally alarmed.

“What are you doing here, nephew? That’s twice in two days I’ve been graced by your presence. However, I’m a little busy, as you can see.”

“What the hell have you done to her?” Dariana blurts, then hurries up to me and drops to her knees.

Soft fingers brush my hair away from my bloodied face and cup my chin. “Her eyes are red.”

“I’ve heard of this,” Alaric whispers, cogs turning in his brain. “After the fall, some of the angels were unable to handle the darkness. They lost themselves to it, and it eventually consumed them.” His eyes dance over the torso on the bed, the half-severed head, and the scattered body parts on the floor. He pins his gaze on Amenadiel. “What exactly are you trying to achieve here?”

I’m scooped up, naked and shivering, and cradled against a hard chest. “Just wait until my father hears about this.”

“You kids are blowing this way out of proportion. She fed last night and now she was horny and begged me to fuck her. You know how it is after a satisfying feed.”

“A feed?” Dariana sounds horrified. “Look around, grandad. This is a fucking massacre!”

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