“Shut up!” she snaps, and I laugh back at her.
She lifts as I thrust, and the sound of the frame squeaking beneath us becomes background noise as we fuck one another. She is attempting to punish me, and I’m reveling in her feeble attempt. A power struggle where there will only ever be one winner.
Me.
Sounds of pleasure fill the room; my heavy pants coupled with her moans and whimpers become the driving force behind my insatiable need to come. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around me, and I use the moment she screams to pull from her pussy and guide the tip of my cock into her ass. Her back arches off the bed, her scream of pleasure turning to pain as I move quickly to push past her tight, muscled barrier. Rearing back, I power into her ass while switching my hands to hold her down and carry out fast, punishing strokes over her clit with my fingers.“Let me in, Hevan,” I groan.
For some reason, I want to swallow her scream, devour her, and with that thought in mind, I slam my lips against hers. My kiss is harsh and demanding, and I relish the way her body melts into mine, becoming compliant in the blink of an eye.
Her ass is the best I’ve ever experienced, and I can already sense the telltale sign of coming, and when she tenses around me and screams my name, I follow behind her, filling her completely.
“Azrael!”
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out. “Fuckkk yess.”
My spent body falls against hers, and for a moment, welay there, drained, with only the sound of our rhythmic pants and hearts beating.
A moment of pure bliss I’ve never experienced.
Where darkness meets the light and the devil slips into heaven, reminding him there’s hope where there is light.
Chapter Seventeen
Azrael
The ride over to my father’s is as solemn as ever. There are no joyous memories in returning to Casa Forte, not a single one. The only glimmer of happiness in this morbid mansion is my sister, Sienna. She’s beautiful, innocent, and kind, and hopelessly in love with our half-brother, Stone.
Of course, there’s no way they can ever be together. Not only is it deeply forbidden, but Sienna is a pawn in the Mafia world, a true beauty and Mafia princess, a bargaining tool in the empire, and while our father has been fortunate to have two sons and multiple bastards, I regard Sienna as the savior of our family name. Without her, I literally would not exist. She has kept me alive without even realizing it.
In the bleakest of my days, she has always been the one to shine the brightest, to give me hope when there simply was none, and I’m certain Stone agrees, despite our brotherly feelings being a total contrast.
Pulling at my jacket sleeves, I glance up at the mansion, and the ominous sensation of anxiety washes over me. Ittook me a while to realize that after visiting here, it takes me days to rid myself of the torment these visits cause.
Normally, I would use a willing body or torture someone deserving, but rather than having either urge, Little Toy’s face flashes into my mind, and all I want to do is hold her and feel the same bliss I experienced after I fucked her so savagely.
But I refuse to think of her any further while I’m here; I don’t want her image being tarnished by this evil. So, banishing thoughts of her, I head up the stone steps and into my childhood hell.
Vector lifts his head from his position at my father’s office door, his brow furrows, and his sharp eyes turn to slits, and I glare back at him.
A flash of yellow brushes past him, and Sienna emerges from the kitchen with a smile as wide as her heart. “Azrael, I wasn’t expecting you,” she says, beaming. I remain impassive, as I’ve learned to do so in order to protect myself and those around me, fully aware our relationship is constantly being scrutinized by our enemies.
Over her shoulder, I watch hunger flare in Vector’s eyes, and not for the first time, I make a mental note to push my plans forward to protect my sister.
“I’ve a meeting with Father.”
“Oh.” Her face falls, and I get the familiar twist of a knife in my stomach. Sienna has been homeschooled, with only socialites as acquaintances. She admits they’re not friendships, and I understand they’re facilitated by our controlling father, all of them perfectly crafted for her to be what he needs her to be.
“I’ll be at dinner soon,” I tack on, hoping it relieves the sting of my words and the disappointment in her tone.
She plasters on a perfected smile, the beautiful one thathides her misery and sadness, the same one our mothers possessed.
She heads back toward the kitchen, and my heart pounds like a drum when Vector’s eyes follow her.
There’s no way in hell he’s getting anywhere near her. None.
He’s a twisted sadist who most certainly does not have a problem taking anyone without their consent, preferably without it. Man or woman. I’ve been a witness to both over the years.
I take the opportunity to push past him, ignoring the fact that I should knock on my father’s office door before entering.
