Holy shit.
Which door do I choose? Terror infiltrates my bloodstream with each second that ticks by.
A door opens down the corridor, and without thinking, I propel myself toward the man leaving the room because I’m not above begging for mercy.
He pushes me off him, and my body hits the floor with an agonizing thud, and I cry out. The thumps of footsteps heading our way have me quivering. “P-please.” I steeple my hands, with tears rolling down my cheeks.
The man spins to face me, and fingernails are embedded into my scalp as I’m pulled to my feet. The pain lancing through my head has me wailing.
“You stupid whore!” A loud slap echoes in my ears, and my head snaps to the side; I’m stunned for a moment before the burning of my cheek takes over, and it’s only now I realize I’ve been hit.
The taste of copper fills my mouth, and I whimperthrough hazy vision as the satanic figure steps forward. A gunshot rings out, but I remain transfixed to the spot.
Ever so slowly, my focus returns, and there, standing over me, is Azrael Carrera looking every bit of an avenging dark angel.
Azrael
My little toy stares back at me, and I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed such a beautiful woman. She’s covered in a spray of blood from the bullet that whizzed through the guard’s head that was manhandling her. She blinks as if unbelieving I put a bullet through his brain, and I want to laugh at her odd, stunned expression and the way her face pales to the same shade as her shirt.
I’m assuming she’s unaccustomed to violence, given the way she’s shaking. The man got a privileged bullet to the head, for Christ’s sake; there’re much worse ways to go.
“I-I…” Her mouth moves, but barely anything comes out. “I…” She shakes her head, and annoyance rumbles inside me.
When another figure rushes toward her from behind, I lift my gaze and pin him with a glare, giving him a subtle head shake. She’s completely oblivious. The guard’s eyes widen at the dead man on the floor, and he holds his hands up before backing up and returning the way he came.
“T-the auction… I was running from the auction. Pl-please don’t kill me.” Her bottom lip wobbles, and the dimple in her chin quivers.
I rake over every inch of her glorious body. Her perky tits are hidden beneath the shirt, her delicate features call to me, and my palm twitches to smooth over her messy hair. The way she shakes tells me she’s going into some sort of shock. Her bottom lip drips blood as her eyes implore mine.
Jesus, she’s a pathetic little thing, but stunning, nonetheless.
“I don’t play well with toys,” I state, and swipe away the blood from her split lip with my thumb. She remains frozen, and when I suck my thumb into my mouth, her pupils dilate, something I’m certain she isn’t aware of. My cock throbs. It’s been semi-hard since earlier, but now it’s back to full length, brushing against my waistband and irritating the fuck out of me.
“Pl-please. I don’t want to go to the auction. Please don’t make me.” I want to roll my eyes at her plea; does she really think I haven’t heard them all before? A lone tear slips down her face, falling to the floor, and I remain emotionless.
“There’s light in your eyes,” she whispers, shaking her head. “There’s hope, I see it.”
Her words ring out in my mind, and something about them has me flipping through the memories to locate the familiar source.My nonna’s soft voice wraps around me as if she’s truly here, her warmth and all.
Her eyes snap to the ring on my little finger, and the air is momentarily stolen from my lungs.
What the fuck?
How could she know? She couldn’t, could she?
“Sir, would you like us to remove her?” One of the guards gestures toward her, and I make a rash decision. The need to protect her is suddenly overwhelming.
“No. She’s coming with me.”
She exhales loudly, and I almost find it comical that she thinks she’s safer with me than she is here or at one of our clubs.
A villainous triumph spreads over my face as I palm her cheek. “You best be worth the hassle, Little Toy.” I grin manically and her breath hitches. “You stepped into the devil’s lair, and better yet, you came willingly.” I spin her around, then lift her by her waist, and she gasps as I throw her over my shoulder with ease.
The need to cover her grates on my nerves, and the fact that her ass isn’t facing the guards does little to appease me as I march down the corridor and head outside toward the waiting vehicle.
The icy air smacks my face, and I scowl up into the dead of night.
One singular star shines down on me, and I glare back at it.
