I fucked an innocent girl, and I loved it.
Chapter Eleven
Hevan
Azrael freezes above me, then his hand slips from my throat, and an icy wave of anxiety sweeps over me.
He snaps his head up to lock eyes with me, and I suck in a sharp, pained breath. The darkness in his eyes is filled with accusation and hatred, and fear creeps up my spine.
His gaze drags down my body, halting between my legs, and I swear he swells inside me, but as the thought enters my mind, he pulls out of me, then turns his hate-filled glare onto me.
“What the fuck was that?” he spits out. His menacing tone stuns me, and I lose the ability to speak. “I asked you a fucking question, Little Toy. What the fuck was that?” He points toward my open legs. A sneer takes over his face. “You were a fucking virgin?”
I sit up and pull my legs up to my chest. “So? You wanted it, didn’t you?” I snap back, annoyed he’s pissed at me for giving away my virginity. It meant something to me,something precious. Him treating me so cruelly hurts. Something I’d hoped would be beautiful has been torn from me in a brutal twist of fate.
He rears back, and his mouth opens before he snaps it shut, then he shakes his head and tries again. “I wanted an experienced whore.” His eyes flare and so do his nostrils. “Someone that wanted sex as much as me!” he roars into the room, and I jump, scurrying away from his vicious tongue, but the headboard stops me.
“You were meant to be a whore!” He turns toward the dresser, and with an almighty bellow, he swipes all the contents off the dresser, including the mirror. The crash ricochets off the walls. “Fucking bitch!” he screams, gripping the dresser like a madman. “Fucking lying bitch!” He picks the mirror up from the floor and throws it against the wall. The last shards of glass shatter and sail through the air. A thick piece lands beside the bed, and I rush to grab the shard, but Azrael moves just as quickly. He’s in front of me in a flash, a maniacal smile lighting up his face, and my breath hitches as I clutch the glass so tight I’m unsure how my skin doesn’t break. I wield the glass like a weapon, but he inches closer, crawling onto the bed. He presses his fists into the mattress, one on each side of me, then shocks the hell out of me when he presses his face against the pointed edge of the glass.
“Go on. Do it.” He presses his face harder until the glass slices his skin and blood trickles down his handsome face. “Cut me, Little Toy, punish me for fucking you. Punish me for stealing your virginity.”
Oh, sweet Jesus, he’s truly insane.
My hand trembles, my breaths become ragged, terror-filled pants, and my heart combusts at the gleam of vulnerability inhis eyes.
Just what the hell happened to him? How did he become such a monster?
He tilts his head from side to side, then his brows pull together, and his stare deepens. The room feels like it’s closing in on us, but I make no move. An out-of-body sensation takes over me. I’m absolutely captivated by his sinister presence.
“Lick my face clean. Go on, lick it!” he demands, and I withdraw the glass, but move closer to him. “Fucking lick it,” he coaxes in a velvety tone.
The blood trickles down his face, and I close my eyes as I extend my tongue and lick a smooth trail up his cheek. A hiss escapes him, and I jerk back and snap my eyes open. The copper on my taste buds doesn’t taste as sickening as I would expect, and the way the blood is smeared over his face from my tongue sends a wave of possession through me.
What the hell?
Maybe I’m as broken as he is, but I never truly realized it.
“You’re mine,” he whispers, almost tenderly. He moves swiftly, and before I can comprehend what’s happening, he’s cradling my face in the palms of his thick, tattooed hands. When his tongue darts out over my face, I realize he’s tasting tears I didn’t know I was shedding.
Then he pulls back, gone, taking my ability to breathe with him, and I drop the shard, along with all hope.
“Your gift to me will be your salvation, Little Toy,” he rasps before throwing open the bedroom door and disappearing into the night. His words hold a haunting chill that strikes my core.
Azrael is pure dominance coupled with a demonic darkness, and I struggle to see how I’m going to survive this.
Perhaps the auction would have been the best choice for me.
Chapter Twelve
Azrael
My night was full of restlessness, which isn’t unheard of for me, but never because of a woman I own. She’s become my tormentor and filled the hole in my heart that Nonna’s death created many years ago.
It may be the softness in her gaze I’m drawn to. Or the innocence that shines from her like a beacon, summoning the devil to consume her whole. Or maybe it’s those haunting words she whispered to me.
The continuation of the assault flashing through my mind of me forcing my way through her virginity causes my cock to stir.
Jesus, fuck, this is bad.I groan.
