Page 127 of Touched By Darkness

“She put you in a daze as part of the hunt,” Dari says tersely.

“That’s impossible,” I reply, rubbing my face and pushing off the wall. “Angels can’t use their magic on other angels to place them under a spell.”

“Yet she fucking did. On you.”

The rest of the sentence is left unspoken. But it’s there, hovering in the air.

One of the most powerful angels around.

I drag my hand down my face, only to realize my mouth and chin are wet and smell of pussy.

“Believe us now?” Ronan asks, a slight tilt to his lips. Unlike the other two, he’s amused by the situation.

It’s the first time a girl has ever gotten one over me.

It will be the last.

Shouldering through them, I grab her by the chin, force her up against the wall behind her, and growl, “You hunted me as though I’m a fuckinghuman?”

“Think of it as an honor. I don’t bother placing humans under spells; I just kill them.”

My molars grind together. “Is that a threat?”

“Do you take it as one?” Her hips push out, seeking the thick bulge in my pants.

“Should I take it as one?”

“Maybe.”

Locked in her red misty eyes, I make quick work of my belt and free my rock-hard dick. I need to be inside her, and I need to be inside hernow.

Claim her tight cunt as mine.

I lift her leg beneath the knee and drive into her in one swift move. Her lips part and the red mist recedes enough for me to catch a glimpse of the angel beneath. She’s in there, fighting to resurface.

I pull out to the crown, then thrust forward until I’m seated to the hilt, buried so far inside her wet heat that I’m going fucking cross-eyed.

The others watch me fuck her as though they expect her to kill me at any moment. I’m too lost to worry about that shit when her tight cunt strangles my dick, and my mind has one goal and one goal only.

Own this girl.

Possess every damn part of her.

Make her scream my name.

I grip her by the throat. “I know you’re in there, baby, but right now, I want your darkness to see what happens when it tries to play games with me.”

My cock claims her over and over again. Stretching and filling her. Making her pussy spasm around my veiny, hard length.

“It’ll never win. I’ll bring it to heel every time.”

Thrust.

“I’ll fucking own it.”

Thrust.

“Make it beg for mercy.”

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