Touched by Death: (Sins of The Fallen book 3)

I’m very rarely surprised these days. When you’ve been around for centuries, life becomes a bore.

So when my son’s latest obsession steps through the door to the club, I blink twice. Clad in a pleated, suspender skirt and a black, leather bra that barely contains her small, but perfect, breasts, she looks like a damn vision. My heated gaze trails down her long, smooth legs to her high heels and back. As she nears, sidling past the chairs and tables closest to the stage, where two male angels spit roast a petite female, I watch her approach. Something tells me my son would slaughter everyone in this club for seeing her dressed like a temptress.

I know before she’s even lifted her gaze in my direction with that small, flirtatious smile of hers that the outfit is for my benefit. But why?

The intrigue makes my balls tingle with anticipation. I plaster on my best bored expression as she nears, despite the fact that this turn of events tickles something dark inside of me.

Pulling out a chair beside me, she plops down, and I let my gaze fall to her crossed legs. My gaze travels higher, noting how taut her stomach is and how her chest rises and falls with every inhale. A speck of blood dots her right breast, like a pearl of seduction for me to drag my tongue through and smear over that perfect, unblemished skin. “Bored of my son already?”

Her plump lips curve into a smile, and my eyes fly up to her seductive mouth. I’ve met her before, but something about her tonight draws me closer. I can’t wrap my finger around what it is. Maybe it’s the forbidden fruit she presents. If I fuck her, and I most definitely will, my son will be crushed. Something about that thought adds to the allure.

My mind conjures images of me hauling her onto the table and burying my face in her soaking cunt.

Though, I notice one thing; she keeps her wings tucked, like she wants to keep my attention away from their sheer, impressive size. Even tucked, they’re impossible to unsee, and a quick scan of the room confirms that every swinging dick in here notices them, too. Something about that irritates me enough to snap my fingers in the air.

Out of nowhere, a busty barmaid pops up by my side, and I gesture restlessly around the other patrons. “Throw out every man in here. I want them gone immediately.”

Casting an uncertain glance at the stage, she asks, “What about the performers.”

“Did I fucking stutter? I want every male out of my sight.” As she leaves, I pin my eyes on the angel in front of me, relishing in the expanse of her smooth, bare skin. “Nothing good will come from this.”

Her smile slowly grows—so slowly, I find myself watching with rapt interest how she holds my attention so easily. Once a mere annoyance, now she’s all I see. “I like to stir a little trouble.”

“Is that so?” I murmur, reaching forward to grab my glass of whiskey. As the alcohol slides down my throat, I cut to the chase. Enough of this charade. I care little for mind games. “You’re not Aurelia. My son would never obsess over a girl who crawls so easily to his father, like every other girl in the kingdom. Why are you really here, Genesis?” It’s pathetic how she thinks I’ll fall into her trap so easily. It takes more than a seductive outfit and a devilish smile. I eat women like her for breakfast.

She fingers the strap of her suspender skirt. “Too much?”

I snort, placing the glass back down on the table, and ease back in my chair. “It’s laughable how easily you thought you could trick me. My son is nothing like me. He’s obsessed with Aurelia and craves her pussy juices like a human man addicted to heroin. But he’d kick her to the curb at the drop of a fucking hat if she came on to me.” I let my heated gaze fall down her fuckable body. “I saw through your little act the very second you entered the building. The question is why. Why are you back? Why now?”

Trailing her heeled toes up the inside of my calf, she smiles a seductive, lazy smile that slides over my hardening dick like a damn caress. “You ask a lot of questions, Lucifer. Have you not missed me?”

I scoff. “I don’t care for whores.”

“Yet you have an insatiable appetite for them,” she replies, waving a hand around the almost empty room. Then she laughs, a tinkling sound that rings out like church bells. “You’re not still sour about that, are you? That I fucked your brother?”

Despite the centuries that have long since passed, my stomach churns with residual bitterness. My damn brother and his relentless need to acquire everything I have. The pussies I fuck. The fucking throne.

“You are,” she giggles, and I shove her heeled foot from between my thighs.

“What the fuck do you want? Enough of the mind games. You’re boring me.”

“I don’t think I am.” Placing her feet on the floor and leaning forward, tits squishing together, she trails her eyes over my face. “I think you haven’t been this intrigued since the day you stepped out of Eden. You are a bored man, Lucifer. You like a little chaos to spice up the monotony of life. And what would be sweeter than bending your own son’s latest obsession over a table and filling her every hole with cum?”

“There’s only one problem with that,” I grumble, hating to admit that she’s right. “You’re not her. And while fucking you would be a certain way of pissing off my son, it defeats the purpose if it’s a vengeful ex, masquerading as forbidden fruit. It would be a poor replica.”

“Poor replica,” she echoes, reaching out and grabbing my whiskey glass. With her eyes on me, she takes a sip. Her throat jumps as she swallows it down before licking her lips. “I think we both know that I’d do a better job than some innocent little angel from Eden.”

“You were one once, remember?”

“I have a vague recollection,” she says before chuckling softly and placing the glass back down on the table. “But you don’t like innocence, Lucifer. You thirst for something darker.”

“Not true,” I reply, bored of this conversation and eager to move on. “I crave whatever experience will thrill me. As it is, I happen to be intrigued by what kind of woman would keep my son interested enough to not succumb after a week of torture. Whatever it is about the little angel, it is something worth exploring.”

“Before doing what?” she asks with a twinkle in her eyes. “Killing her and removing her impressive wings?” She angles to the side to show me hers. Not that she has to; they’re massive. “They’d look good on your wall, wouldn’t they?”

I entertain the thought for all of two seconds, then stand up and button my suit jacket. “If this is some poor attempt at seduction, you’ll need to try harder. I’m not tempted in the slightest by your bitter grudge.”

As I turn to leave, she blurts, “I want Amenadiel dead.”

Interesting.

I search her face, excavating the defiant look in her eyes in a hunt for cracks. I know she’s up to something that will benefit only her. “I didn’t become the ruler of Hell by being naive, Genesis.” I step closer and grab her chin hard enough to make her wince. “When I see weakness, I destroy it. Don’t fuck with me.”

“I’m not fucking with you,” she hisses through clenched teeth as I dig my fingers into her skin.

Immensely enjoying my marks on her unblemished skin, I lean in to breathe her in, taken aback for a second when I smell blood, gore, and death on her beautiful neck. Remembering the speck of blood on her right breast, I smell her again, looking for any hints of whom she might have killed.

When I’m satisfied there’s no sign of my son amongst her victims, I shove her away. “My brother happens to entertain me more alive. And just like my son and every other male around, it seems he’s rather taken with the little succubus. It makes me all the more curious about her. Where is she, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Lost in the shadows, Lucifer. You know how they like to feast on innocence.”

Studying her, I hum under my breath.

Maybe I underestimated Genesis.

“I have a luxury apartment upstairs,” I offer as I place my hand on her smaller back, where her fragile spine meets the hem of her pleated skirt. It’d be so damn easy to snap her in half and end this charade once and for all. But I’m intrigued. Too fucking intrigued. “Maybe you’d like a drink, away from the throngs of people?”

Her smile is predatory. “For old time’s sake.”

“I love how the stench of torture and death greeted us the moment you opened the door,” she says when I close it behind us.

“I figured a woman like you, born from Death itself, would appreciate its aroma.”

She spins around to face me, and my gaze falls to her long legs when the skirt flares around her thighs. It’s annoying how seductive she is. Annoying because I want to suffocate the life out of her while she comes on my cock.

I stride past her, down the corridor. Framed paintings line the walls on each side, each one of an angel before I either fucked them or killed them, depending on my mood.

Genesis pauses to study each one until I’m ready to grab her by the hair and haul her deeper into my lair. “How do you convince them to set foot in here when it reeks of death?”

“I’m Lucifer,” I say, as if that explains everything. “They turn a blind eye.”

“Interesting,” she muses, flashing me a flirtatious smile over her shoulder before moving to the next picture on the wall.

Fuck her for making me stare.

I turn fully, scanning the sheer size of her wings. My own can’t be much bigger, and that lights a fire in my groin.

As if she can sense my gaze, she stretches them out to their full beauty, then tucks them back close to her body. Enough of this.

Grabbing the back of her neck, I slam her up against the wall and press myself against her wings. She doesn’t even try to fight me, much to my disappointment.

Cheek squished against the wallpaper, she thrusts her ass out. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to help yourself.”

Reaching up with my other hand, I slide it across a wing, relishing in the smooth feathers. “I bet my son branded these in cum. What man could stop himself, if presented with the opportunity to fuck such powerful perfection? It’s a shame he got to Aurelia first.”

“He sure knows how to fuck,” she goads, wiggling her ass. “Better than you and Amenadiel.”

Digging my fingers into her neck, I press my lips to her ear. “Now, sweetheart, we both know that’s not true. Little sluts like you thirst for power. There’s no one around here more powerful than me.”

“What do you do with them once they enter through the front door? I bet you don’t fuck them against the wall.”

“I don’t,” I admit, sliding my hand back down her wing. “I tie, gag, fuck, and kill them. And not always in that order. Sometimes I like to remove their wings first. There’s something so fucking sweet about their tortured screams.”

“Your dirty talk is making me wet, Lucifer. I missed your filthy mouth.”

“Shut up,” I growl, releasing her neck and clamping my hand over her mouth. “Where is Aurelia?”

Her soft laughter is muffled behind my palm as she stares up at me from behind, her neck bent at a sharp angle.

When I slide my hand down to the front of her throat, she says, “Let’s roleplay.” She bats her lashes and purrs in her most innocent voice, “Please, don’t hurt me, Lucifer. I’m scared.”

I shove her away, angry at the electric current of pleasure that rushes to my dick when she looks at me like that. “You’re gonna bring her to me, or I’ll hurt you, Genesis. Don’t make me kill you twice.”

She turns, leaning back against the wall, tits heaving with every harsh inhale of breath through those succubus lips. “If at first you don’t succeed, try again.”

Killing the distance between us, I trap her between the framed pictures. “Bring her to me!”

“Why?”

“Because,” I reply, inhaling her warm breath, “I want to show her the face of true evil.”

“No,” she says with a soft, teasing laugh. “You want to fuck your son’s girlfriend. It’s as simple as that. The one angel you can’t have.” Arching her back and pushing her tits into me, she bites her bottom lip. “A powerful angel like you thrives on a good hunt. It’s in your blood to invade and conquer. Aurelia is the ultimate challenge to you. Not only because she’s claimed by your son, but also because she’s possibly the only angel more powerful than you.”

A bark of laughter rips from my lips. “More powerful than me?” I push off the wall and continue down the hallway. “No one is more powerful than me.”

She follows behind, her steps lithe and silent—a predator stalking its prey. “You always underestimated the female race.”

I don’t bother to spare her a glance over my shoulder as I push open a set of doors. As I step aside, she sidles past me, the sweet fragrance of her perfume assaulting my senses like a seductive whisper.

She turns in a circle in the middle of the room, taking in the blood-red walls and the big bed in the center with its black drapes and silk sheets. Whips, ropes, gags, floggers, and a multitude of other tools line the walls. Most women gasp when they see them, but Genesis seems more riveted by the large set of white wings mounted above the bed.

My lips spread into a sinister smile as I approach her from behind. “Do you miss them, Genesis? The weight of them?”

When my hands land on her shoulders, she turns her head slightly. “You removed my wings.”

Swiping her hair from her neck, I duck down to breathe her in. “My first trophy.”

I don’t miss how her throat jumps—the first crack in her steel facade. Her heady scent intensifies with the storm of emotions that thickens the air the longer she stares at her past. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I imagine sinking my teeth into the column of her long neck. It’s no longer a craving so much as a dying need. I need to fuck this sweet body. I need to fuck it and ruin its perfection.

“You’re a sick man, Lucifer,” she murmurs in a choked voice as she slowly turns in my arms.

“We finally agree on something.”

When her eyes collide with mine, I grab her by the throat hard enough to draw a delicious yelp from her lips. She stumbles when I walk forward. The backs of her legs collide with the edge of the bed, and I duck down to sink my teeth into her bottom lip. Her racing pulse thunders beneath my fingertips. Not a single breath slips past the constricted column of her throat while I nip and bite at her delicious mouth. By the time I’ve drank my share and shoved her down onto the bed, blood coats her swollen lips.

“You shouldn’t have come back here, Genesis,” I tell her as I climb on top of her. “Little moths shouldn’t fly so close to the flames.”

She bares her teeth with a hiss. When she thrashes on the bed, I overpower her with ease. “I guess I’ll have to hurt you to get what I want.”

Arching her back, she attempts to buck me off. “You would never hurt me.”

“Is that so?” I laugh, nearly crushing her tiny wrists in my tight grip. “Why’s that?”

“Because you’ll never get to fuck her if you do.” Lifting her head off the mattress, her brown eyes flash red. “You’re all victims of her in your own unique ways. It’s pathetic how you all want a piece of the little angel. How easy it was to use her innocence against you.” The red recedes and gives way to a cruel smile. “Now he gets to claim her instead, and fuck, baby… He’s taking advantage of having her all to himself without obstacles in his way. Even now, I can feel her distress. Her helplessness.”© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Something ugly rears its head inside me. Some foreign, weird sensation I don’t know how to place. I bruise her wrists with my grip. “What the fuck are you talking about? Who’s claiming her?”

A manic laugh bubbles from her bloody lips. “You’ll never know. She’s gone, Lucifer. The shadows have her now. Your life is ruined. Your son will go insane hunting for her. Did you know they’re bonded by hellfire?”

“Fuck,” I grunt, letting go of her wrists and grabbing her in a chokehold. My hands engulf her small neck as I begin to choke the life out of her. I choke and choke, grunting with the effort, cock straining painfully against my pants despite the fucking anger that boils my blood.

Only when she begins to lose consciousness do I release her with a roar. I scramble off the bed, breathing hard as I tear open the bedside drawer. The contents spill to the floor. I toss the drawer aside, snatch up the handcuffs, and secure her wrist to the bed frame.

“Fuck,” I whisper, then louder, “FUCK!” Tearing at my hair, I begin to pace the black rug on the floor. Why the fuck am I this affected by her? And when did my son bond his hellfire to hers? I kick over the nightstand as she coughs on the bed, clutching desperately at her sore throat. Her eyes find mine, glinting with a sick amusement. “Do you know what that means, Lucifer?”

“Of course I fucking know what it means to combine flames with another angel,” I bark, pointing an accusing finger at her. “This was your game all along, wasn’t it? Steal my only heir from me?”

She tugs the handcuff as she replies, “You’re so dramatic. Did you honestly think God wouldn’t seek revenge in His own time? You turned your back on Him.”

“So what’s your plan? Deprive my son of his female now that they’ve combined flames? Slowly drive him insane? To what end? Just to punish me?”

“Since when did you become such a saint, baby? You were willing to fuck her brains out just a few minutes ago, and now you’re worried about your son? Why? Because you found out about their bond? While it’s true that hellfire-bonded couples go insane if they’re forced apart, he’s not the only one she’s bonded with.”

I pause, whipping my head in her direction. “Who else?”

Her shoulders rise and fall with a shrug. She rattles the handcuff. “Release me, and I might tell you.”

“Not a fucking chance in hell. Not until you tell me what I want to hear.”

Easing back against the bed frame, she watches me pace the room. Rain patters softly on the glass as the minutes tick by. “You’re all bonded to her in some way. Whether it’s by fire, emotion, or because you’re victim to your own possessive nature doesn’t matter. It all leads to the same end.”

“Yeah, what’s that?” I spit, flames erupting from my fingertips.

“None of you are able to hurt her.”

Surging toward the bed with my incisors bared, I growl, “I will kill you one day, Genesis. Mark my fucking words. Your days are numbered.”

“You’ll end up hurting her. And then your son and his friends, maybe even your own brother, will kill you. I wouldn’t even have to raise a finger. Everyone you care about in your own unique, twisted little way will turn against you if you so much as lay a finger on her. I’ve done my homework, Lucifer. I won’t make the same mistake twice. This time, you can’t hide behind your followers.”

Shaking my head with disgust, I drop down into the nearest armchair and blow out a ragged breath. Head in my hands, I stare down at the floor. She made them combine flames, bonded them in the fucking fire that forges Hell, and then she tore her from my son. My only heir. The one who will one day rule Hell. And unless he gets her back, he’ll slowly go insane until only darkness remains.

I think back on the angels who exited Eden with me—the few who succumbed to the darkness. Locked in the deepest parts of the cellar beneath the academy, they slowly wither away, trapped in an endless nightmare with no escape. No longer angels, but pure demons.

The thought of my son losing control because he’s deprived of half of his hellfire sends cold shivers splashing down the length of my spine. Who would’ve thought the female angel I warned him to stay away from is the key to the throne?