My knees take the brunt of the impact when I fall through the door and stumble to the ground. The first thing that greets me is the blinding sun and the fragranced air. I’m not even surprised to be back here in Eden. All the fucking doors lead here.
I slowly rise to my feet and brush off my knees, but then pause when strands of my hair fall forward. It’s blonde and straight.
I don’t have straight hair. Mine has a natural curl, or it used to.
While I finger the strands, there’s a clearing of a throat behind me, and I whirl around.
“Are you okay?”
My heart stumbles to a halt in my chest. Lucifer is walking toward me, stark naked, in all his glory. I choke on my saliva when my gaze falls to his cock. Even soft, it’s big.
Very big.
He comes to a stop in front of me and squeezes my arm. His palm is warm, and so are his blue eyes.
Breath caught in my throat, my gaze trails over his pale, shimmering skin, white wings, and blonde hair. “Lucifer?”
Stepping closer with concern written over his face, he palms my cheek. “You’re worrying me.”
“I’m fine,” I somehow manage to choke out while scanning the clearing. Everything is so… colorful and abundant, just how I remember it. The trees sway gently in the breeze, bees fly from flower to flower, and the sun heats my bare shoulders.
I’m naked.
I palm my breasts. They’re smaller. Beside my left nipple is a birthmark. It’s tiny, but I know it wasn’t there before.
“Genesis?” Lucifer’s voice shatters my thoughts.
Did he just call me Genesis? I look up at him, my hands still covering my breasts.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. After last night…”
“Last night?” I ask, then drag in a sharp breath when he guides me back, closer to the trees. My spine meets rough bark, and Lucifer cages me in. It’s unnerving to see him like this, in his true angel form. He’s just as beautiful and difficult to look at.
His eyes darken until they’re more black than blue. “Is this your way of silently begging for a repeat? I told you”—he strokes my hair away from my brow, his voice dropping in octaves until my thrashing heart is lulled by his nefarious intent—“we won’t get caught.”
“Get caught?” My voice trembles. I can’t think past the feeling of his fingers on my waist.
“I like it when you play innocent,” he drawls, dipping his fingers between my legs. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
I’m so surprised, I gasp. Fiery and corrupt pleasure bursts behind my eyelids and pools between my thighs.
Lucifer’s smile grows, and he presses down on my clit. “I knew you would be. Feel that, Genesis? Your greedy little cunt missed me.”
Genesis?
“What if someone spots us?”
What the fuck? Those aren’t my words.
With a dangerous smile, the kind of smile that obliterates my thoughts, he glides his touch lower, teasing my soaking entrance. “You think that will stop me from taking what’s mine?” Lucifer rams a thick finger inside me and grabs me by the throat. I cry out, but he nips at my bottom lip. “Such a greedy little whore. Does the thought of one of the elders seeing you like this—in the throes of pleasure—scare you?” He drags his lips over my jaw, closer to my ear. My pussy clamps down on his fingers when he whispers, “Or does it turn you on?”
I’m falling apart at the hands of Daemon’s father in a body that’s not even mine.
But it sure as hell feels like my own when he chuckles darkly in my ear. Everything about him is an enigma. Even with the white wings and the translucent skin, he is darkness personified. It radiates off him when he smiles against the skin of my neck.
He works a second finger inside me, making me press up on my tiptoes. It hurts in the best way possible.
“Your lips felt so good on my dick last night,” he says in a tone that has my cunt gushing. “I want to fuck your tight hole.” Two fingers turn into three. The delicious burn is bordering on too much.
“Would you like that, Genesis? For me to finally take your virginity?”
I nod before I can stop myself.
What the hell am I doing? I can’t fuck Lucifer. It would be wrong on so many levels. But the words that would make all this stop drift away from my lips, like autumn leaves on the breeze, when he drops to his knees.
With his fingers still buried deep inside me, he nips at the inside of my thigh with his teeth. “Do you understand now why we need to leave Eden, baby? The elders will never change their minds. How can something this good be wrong?” He looks up at me, a flash of white teeth behind that deadly smile of his. “Do you think I’ll be able to survive an existence without feeling your greedy cunt squeezing my fingers?”
His words are far away, dancing on the wind outside the perimeters of my perception. My pussy pulsates around his thrusting fingers. I can’t hear him. I don’t want to hear him.
I want to come.
“Out there, behind the gates, lies freedom. We’ll never have to hide again.”
My knees buckle, and the moan that slips from my lips is foreign to my ears. The voice is not my own.
“Such a fucking good girl,” Lucifer taunts, gazing up at me from beneath his dark lashes. His thumb flicks over my clit again and again. “Tell me you’ll come with me, Genesis.”
Pulling on his silky hair, unable to inhale a full breath, I gasp. “I need your mouth on me.”
“Do you, now?” His smile widens. “And what will you give me in return?”
“Anything,” I choke out, the insides of my thighs soaked with my own arousal. “Please…”
“Come with me.” His lips hover inches away from my puffy pussy, his warm breath fanning my slit. But he makes no move to taste me. Not until I agree to leave Eden with him.
“You’re not playing fair.”
I feel like I’m witnessing this all play out, as though the words aren’t my own.
He licks me in one long stroke, a deep rumble vibrating his chest. “I play to win.”
I’m so fucking close.
But then, just as I’m about to agree to Lucifer’s crazy demand, the putrid stench of death, rotten flesh, and maggots invades my nostrils. I’m torn from the scene like something out of a movie, my soul jerked from my body.
I find myself in a bedroom, not unlike my own here in Eden, surrounded by the masculine smell of Amenadiel.
I know it’s him even before his chest presses up against my back. He sweeps my hair from my shoulder while I stare at the straw mattress on the floor. The curtains at the windows are drawn, and a lone candle sits by the bed. It flickers wildly, dancing in the muted light.
“You came,” he whispers, his fingers splayed over my bare stomach.
“I shouldn’t have,” I admit, lost in Genesis’s thoughts and sensing the trepidation that’s slowly fading with every kiss to the curve of my neck. Amenadiel pauses, then resumes nipping me with his teeth.
“If Lucifer finds out—”
“He won’t.”
“How can you be so certain?”
“My brother is a lot of things, but he’s not perceptive.” His hands trail higher and cup my aching breasts, tweaking and pulling at my nipples. “I’ve wanted to touch you for so long.”
“Ever since you walked in on Lucifer—”
“Yes,” he confirms, squeezing my soft flesh. “I was jealous.”
“Why?” My soul craves his truth.
“The look on your face when he licked you there… You were so beautiful. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to be the one who made you feel that way.”
My heart flutters in my chest. I like his admittance more than I should. The unselfish thing would be to walk back out instead of risking Amenadiel’s place here in Eden. But ever since he spotted us that day, I have thought about him.
His big, veiny hands.
The curve of his smile.
His big cock.
And I hunger for his touch.
“Lucifer wants us to walk out of Eden,” I whisper.
Dragging his fingers down my belly, he replies, “I know.”
I don’t say anything else because he cups my pussy possessively.
“What do you want?” Amenadiel asks, squeezing.
Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. I band my arm around the back of his neck and push my ass against him. The feel of his hard cock against my lower back makes me heady. I want him to hurt me the way Lucifer hurts me.
“I want you.”
The candle flickers out, like the whisper of reason inside me. This is wrong. I’m with Lucifer. He’s the one who introduced me to pleasure when he touched me for the first time.
“You smell so good,” Amenadiel praises, dragging his nose over the curve on my neck.
I’m torn from my conflicting thoughts, and my knees buckle when he slides two fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so wet and warm.”
My whimpers are loud in the silence. I’m shaking in his arms while he explores my body with slow, deep thrusts.
“Does it feel good?”
All I can manage is another moan. It feels more than good.
Who invented the word good? It’s so inadequate.
Amenadiel slides his fingers back out and guides me onto the bed, then covers my back with his warm chest. His nose nuzzles my neck, and I can feel him.
I can feel his hard cock slide between my wet folds and drag over my clit. He rolls his hips in time with my pants until I can’t stand it anymore. Until I feel like I might burst into a million fragmented pieces.
Shifting his hips, his dick lined up with my tight hole, he presses forward.
Burning pain has me whimpering as he tears through my hymen with his veiny cock. He’s so big, it steals my breath. I can feel him everywhere. Inside me and on top of me. He palms my hands and entwines our fingers when I crumple the sheet.
Amenadiel is so heavy on top of me.
I love that.
I love it even more when he groans against the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, baby…”
Arching my ass against his groin, I tell him without words to move.
He doesn’t disappoint.
Shifting onto his knees, he fists my hair, shoving my head into the mattress that smells of straw and debauchery. Then he proceeds to fuck me hard until his cock and groin are painted with my blood.
It hurts so fucking good to be pounded like this. So hard, ruthless, and unapologetic. My scalp prickles with pain. I can barely breathe with my face squished against the mattress, but none of it matters when he slaps my ass. If anything, it makes me crave more.
More violence.
More pain.
More depravity.
Amenadiel was sweet and gentle.
Until he wasn’t.
And then I hear it: the wet sound my pussy makes as it swallows his dick again and again.
He smacks me once more.
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
There’s no build-up. The orgasm, violent in its nature, washes over me with such power that I scream.
It goes on and on until I’m sure I’ll suffocate, face buried in the mattress.
“You should see your blood and cum on my dick.”
“Amenadiel,” I plead as my pussy grips him tight. He hisses through his teeth, the primal sound tingling my nerve endings. Before I’ve had a chance to recover, he pulls out and orders me to get on my knees.
As I look up at him, I draw in a sharp breath. He’s covered in my blood, my virginity painted on his translucent skin and white feathers.
Impatient, Amenadiel reaches forward and grabs hold of my arm. He pulls me closer and fists his cock with his other hand before forcing it into my mouth. The coppery taste of blood and the tangy taste of my cum have me gagging.
“That’s my good slut. Choke on my cock.” Amenadiel holds me frozen with an iron grip on my blonde hair. “Look at me, Genesis. Let me see the blood on your mouth and face.”
When I peer up through my tears, he pulls out and sprays my face with his cum.
Shocked, I yelp.
With his fingers braided in my hair, he continues jacking his cock over my face until the last squirt lands on my lashes.
Afterward, while he catches his breath, I stare up at him, wondering about the animal that resides in him, Lucifer, and me.
I’m sore, ruined, and a glutton for more.
More pain.
More humiliation.
Unbothered that my face is covered in cum and blood, Amenadiel collapses onto the straw mattress. He pulls me down on top of him and bands one of his big arms around my waist.
I listen to his heartbeat until his breaths start to even out. He’s not asleep yet. His fingers walk up and down my spine, touching each vertebra.
“Do you want to leave Eden?” I ask, hugging him to me.
Amenadiel stays quiet for a long moment, and then, just when I think he won’t answer, he says, “Yes, if it means I get to be with you like this.”
My heart starts to race, and something flutters in my belly. I try not to read into his words.
Or my own feelings.
“Do you?” he asks, placing an arm beneath his head.
With my chin pressed to his chest, I stare into his eyes. Amenadiel is beautiful. Just like his brother. But where his brother is intimidating and scary, Amenadiel is safe and comforting.
“Yes,” I confirm. “I do want to walk out of Eden.”
His lips pull back into a slow smile, and he trails the backs of his fingers over my cheeks while I hold my breath. “Then let’s do it.”
“We’ll have to escape Lucifer.”
“And we will. As soon as we’re out, we’ll leave.”
I swallow thickly, my heart thudding in time with his.
“Are you saying,” he starts, stroking his fingers over my cheek and cupping my chin, “that you choose me?”
The words leave my lips in a breathless whisper. “Yes, Amenadiel. I choose you.”
