Her Deadly Angels by Ginna Moran
Chapter 13
Divine Warning
RAVEN
“KEEP YOUR EYES shut, pretty soul. I mean it.” Dante covers my eyes with his hand like he thinks I might try to peek, which he’s right about.
I flutter my eyelashes against his palm. “I’m too excited. This place looked huge from the outside. Why did you guys choose to stay in the apartment when this was an option?”
“We didn’t need much. The complex was great for being around mortals, and I don’t know. We hadn’t been there long. Maybe we chose it instinctively because you were there.” Dante’s breath tickles my neck as he murmurs in my ear. “We also like to save help from our more prominent contracts for the right time. Now watch your step. We’re entering the elevator.”
“Elevator? What the fuck kind of place is this?” I ask, linking my fingers around his wrist. I try to pull his hand from my eyes, but he doesn’t budge.
“A palace for our queen.” Dante eases me around and lifts his hand from my face. He doesn’t let me get more than a glimpse at the mirrored wall of the elevator as it hums to life and the world shifts with its ascension. “Somewhere more worthy. Plus, there are enough rooms that we won’t ever have to share, even if all of Hell decides to come to the Mortal Realm.” Scooping me into his arms, Dante caresses his lips to mine, using the soft sweetness of his tongue to hold my attention hostage.
I kiss him deeper, stroking my tongue over the barbells in his mouth until he forks his tongue and kisses me in a way he never has before. The new sensation feels almost like I’m kissing two people at the same time, but it’s not a fight for affection but more like teamwork to explore every inch of my mouth.
The elevator stops and Dante blindly carries me down a warm hallway that seems to go on for miles. My curiosity prods at me, and I slow our kiss and try to ease away. Dante tightens his fingers through my hair and holds me in place. His diamond-shaped pupils expand and retract, and he smiles at me in amusement.
“You’re driving me crazy. I’m dying to see everything,” I say, fake-glaring.
“If you feel like I’m driving you crazy now, just wait. I’ll give you a tour after I’m done having my way with you. I will not waste another second.” Dante glides his tongue across his bottom lip, drawing my attention back to his pouty, kissable mouth. “I’m already jealous enough by how excited you are about the place that you haven’t even considered what I’m about to do to you now. I should punish you for spending more time trying to disobey me than attempting to rip off my clothes.”
My mouth forms an O as I let his words sink in. The whole angel invasion thing stole the thoughts from my mind. “Are you sure it’s safe?” I regret my comment immediately. Of course it’s safe.
Dante groans deep in his throat and picks up his pace until we reach the end of a corridor. “Do you doubt my capability to protect you?”
I bare my bottom teeth. “I don’t.”
Kicking the door closed, he still doesn’t let me glance around. “Yet you say such preposterous comments, pretty soul.”
I search his eyes, knowing that there is one way to fix this. I can tell my comment bothered him even if it was unintentional. “Because I don’t know how else to ask for punishment. You might not give it to me right now even though I deserve it.”
His features sharpen with his desire as I get to him in the best way I know how. “Tell me why. I want to hear all the reasons why you’re my naughty girl.”
I raise my eyebrows, finding myself speechless for any reason that doesn’t sound lame. So instead, I say, “Make me.”
“What did you say?” Dante asks, his voice deepening.
I grin. “Make. Me.”
Growling, Dante hooks his arm around my waist and carries me to a bed finally fit for a beast of his size. I expect him to bend me over his knee, but he surprises me by setting me on the bed. I watch him open a couple of unpacked boxes until he pulls out some sort of sex positioner, covered in black velvet with four restraints.
“I’ve been dying to punish that bubble butt of yours on our new spanking bench,” Dante says, his smile widening as he watches my reaction.
Heat warms my cheeks, my whole body going haywire just thinking about how he restrained me in a sex swing. And now this? I’m nervous yet excited. The thrill of learning how to embrace this darkly delicious wild side of myself gets to me in a good way. I never even thought about liking this kind of thing, but Dante’s anticipation is enough for me to want to do anything to see him happy. Satisfied. He’s always so good to me even with his self-proclaimed flaws that I want to be the naughty girl he desires.
“I deserve it, don’t I?” I ask, lowering my voice to a breathless whisper.
“You do. Now come here, pretty soul. I’m going to spank the Hell into you until you scream halo.” Dante grabs me by my ankles and drags me to him.
I wiggle my ass, teasing him by moving and not making it easy to lock the cuff restraint around my wrist. “You can try.”
“But first, after you’re nice and secure, I’m going to plug you with something to encourage me.” Dante pops open a box with a small silicone butt plug.
I gasp a laugh in exasperation. I thought he was joking about having a butt plug for me with the words spank me etched into the pink heart-shaped jewel adhered to the bottom of the base. “You’re seriously going to bling-out my ass?”
He traces his fingers over the back of my thong. “You know I love you dolled up from lips to asshole.”
Fuck me. This is nuts. And so fucking hot.
Sliding his big hand under me, Dante lifts me onto the firm spanking bench he positions on the middle of his king bed. He gathers my hair in his hands and ties it up out of my face, giving me nothing to hide behind. Goosebumps prickle over my skin, and he teasingly hikes my dress up until he exposes my ass.
He hums and licks my butt cheek, working his mouth up until he hooks his fangs to the thin band of my panties. “I hope you’re ready for all the things I plan to do to you, pretty soul.”
“I don’t know about your brand of punishment...sir. You speak as if I should shake in fear, but I’m only shaking in anticipation.” I crane my neck to peer at him kneeling behind me. Excitement slickens the apex of my thighs at the dark desire turning his eyelids heavy with lust. He loves when I act at his mercy, but he loves that I also push back.
“You’re naughty because you crave submitting to my power. Is that why you constantly test my resolve? Why you tease the beast inside me, waiting for it to explode from me to burn the world down?” Using his fangs, he hikes up my dress, exposing my ass cheeks peeking from my thong to him.
The restraints on my wrists and ankles make it impossible to move, and I shiver at air caressing my damp skin.
“Yes, my king. I love when you unleash Hell on the world, especially because of me,” I say, keeping my gaze on him.
Cool liquid drips down my butt before Dante caresses my body with his finger, rubbing his lube over my skin. I moan as he slides his finger into my ass, fingering me softly, testing my reaction.
“Such a naughty girl,” he murmurs, kissing my shoulder. Leaning closer, he whispers for me to relax as he inserts the plug, the sensation strange yet exhilarating as it stretches me only a teensy bit more than Kase’s tail. “How does that feel?”
I stretch to peer at him, gliding my tongue over my bottom lip. “So good. You’d be jealous if you could read my mind. You might destroy all of your favorite possessions.”
He hums. “What did I say about prodding at my envy, pretty soul? You have to be careful. I’ll annihilate everything in the universe for you. Maybe I should help you remember with a bit more punishment.” Slapping my ass, Dante sends tingles blossoming over my skin. He loves this so much that it’s easy to play along with his fantasy and make it my own.
“It’s why I bait your envy. I love seeing you riled up. So hot. Possessive. Your jealousy makes me wet.” I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. “It turns me on so much so that poking your devil side is now my purpose, you know. It’s why I wore this dress. This lipstick. My thong. I knew you would envy how they touch the parts of my body I withhold from you.”
“They must go.” Dante tightens his fingers to the back of my dress and rips the seams at the zipper. “You will never wear these clothes again.” He’s not kidding. Proving his point, he leaves my dress in shreds in front of me. Using his teeth, he tears my thong off and stretches the band, snapping it against my ass cheek.
I gasp at the stinging sensation and watch as he ties the flimsy fabric around his wrist like a trophy. “Please, my king. Forgive me.”
Grabbing my ponytail, Dante stretches my head back and caresses his lips to mine. “After I have my way with you, starting with another toy from my pleasure box. Only after I test everything on you and make you cum until you scream for mercy will I forgive you for your naughty behavior. Understand?”
I try not to smile and fake a pout. “Yes, sir.”
Dante hums his approval and rubs his hot palm across my ass cheek before he spanks me hard enough to feel the fire of his devil side sink into my skin. The bed shifts with his movements, and Dante disappears from my line of sight. He rummages through a couple of boxes. It’s like he purposefully takes his time gathering everything, wanting me to suffer with anticipation. He wasn’t wrong about this being punishment, and I want more.
I pull against the restraints, testing the durability of his spanking bench, seeing if I can free myself. A shadow falls over me, and Dante twists my ponytail in his fingers, holding me in place with one hand. He presses against me, letting me feel his cock test the strength of his pants. The sound of his zipper sliding down sends tingles bursting between my legs in anticipation. I pant and wiggle, my body so turned on that all I want is for him to hurry up and sink his cock inside me. I want to feel the sensation of him fucking me with the plug in. I wonder how long it’ll be until I give in to my devils’ desire to take me at once.
He thumps his hard-on on my ass cheek. “You want me, don’t you? You regret waiting so long to give in to me. Isn’t that right? I bet you thought I’d rush and give you what you want.”
“Why don’t you? I can’t stand waiting.” My voice comes out with a bit of a whine. “You’re taking forever.”
“It’s part of your punishment. I want you to ache for me. Savor the anticipation before I fuck you until you see stars. But first, you’re going to watch me enjoy myself, pretty soul. That is what you get for your impatience.” Damn. Dante’s comment digs into me, prodding at a side I didn’t think was there. Am I jealous of his hand? Of whatever toys he’s going to play with by himself? Fuck yeah, I am.
I groan and rub my legs together, wiggling in an attempt to tease him into being unable to resist me. “So wicked. I don’t think I can handle the ache.”
“If you ask nicely, I’ll let you have your own fun,” he responds, drawing the tip of his cock along the seam of my ass, making me clench as he stops too soon. “I’ll love watching you squirm as I control your pleasure. Because you’re mine. Would you like that?”
“Please, my king. I want it so badly. Let me cum for you,” I say, all breathy and excited.
Easing away the tip of his cock and without taking away my backdoor adventure, Dante uses his fingers to spread open the folds of my body as he adjusts something small over my clit and inside my vagina lips, my body holding the toy in place. He moves around to kneel in front of me, now completely naked and glistening with lube as he strokes himself with one hand. I spot a remote in his other hand a second too late. Tensing with a loud moan, I stiffen at the intense vibration against my clit, turning my mind to mush.
Dante leans in and kisses me, stealing my moans. I’ve never felt a vibrator like this in my life and how it stays in place with only help from my body. Stroking his cock, Dante masturbates while watching me bent over helplessly at the mind-blowing pleasure of the toy. It doesn’t take more than a couple of minutes until my muscles spasm and I orgasm.
Dante smiles and strokes his fingers over my chin, reaching around to remove both toys before the intensity of the vibrator turns uncomfortable. He knows exactly how to work my body, and he takes the time to kiss along my spine, just savoring me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Raven,” Dante says, spanking my ass again while giving me a moment to breathe. “Are you ready for more?” He seamlessly goes from controlling my pleasure to ensuring it’s not too much. I’ve never been with someone so attentive to my needs that it gets to me in a good way.
“I’m ready for you,” I say, stretching to stare at him. “For anything you want.”
His eyes soften at my words, and he leans closer and kisses me. “My pretty soul. You’re all I ever want. Your attention. Your desire...your love.”
“My love?” My heart races at comment. “Dante.” I don’t know what to say.
“I’ve never wanted something so much in my existence,” he says, his voice nonchalant and matter-of-fact. “Even more than completing the levels of Hell. I hope it’s possible. I know mortals love and worship the Higher Power. Perhaps you’ll feel that way toward me. The way I feel toward you.”
“You love me?” My brows knit together.
“Is that so hard to believe?” he asks, releasing me from the restraints of the spanking bench. “Why do you think the world itself gets to me in regards to you?”
I wobble as I push up. “Because you’re obsessed and possessive.”
He grins, hooking his arms around my waist to pull me to him. “And psychotically in love with you, Raven. I will disembowel a million men in your honor if that’s what it takes for you to accept it as the truth.”
I raise my eyebrows, my eyes widening. “Or you could, you know, kiss me and fuck me until I feel your love piercing my soul.”
Fire lights his eyes with my words, and he reacts with intense passion, kissing me hard and deep like he wants my lips to ache with the memory of this moment. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, he explores the taste of my need and desire as my tongue dances with his in perfect sync to the melody of our desperation.
Dante flips me onto my back and yanks my hands over my head, pinning me and taking the control he desires. His fangs nip my bottom lip, and he tastes my blood, stirring something wild inside me. He’s never said as much, but I know the taste of my blood, my life-force, sets him off in a good way.
I moan and dig my nails into his taut shoulders, mapping my fingers over where I know his wings hide until he unfurls them above me, unleashing his devil side. I stroke the downy black feathers as he works his mouth along my jaw and to my throat. Lacing his warm fingers around my knee, he spreads my body wider, making room for his hips between my legs. With his hand, he exposes my clit and strokes his thumb over it, sending pleasure through me. I stretch my legs wider and he lifts my ass with his palms and curls my torso a bit.
I moan as he pulls me closer, controlling my body instead of thrusting into me. The pressure of his thick girth stretching me ignites ecstasy in every single cell on my body, and I breathe heavily through my parted lips as we watch each other.
“How do I feel?” Dante asks, rocking my body to his.
“Incredible,” I gasp, closing my eyes to savor this moment. “Better than I imagined.”
He smiles with his lust, picking up speed until he thrusts into me, turning my thoughts to only my pleasure.
“Your pussy is so tight and wet. It makes me want to fuck you so hard that you can’t even stand for days,” he says, releasing a sexy sound, like a moan, growl, and hiss wrapped into one.
“Do whatever you want. I’m yours,” I say, clutching the blankets.
“Forever.” Dante tightens his hold on me and picks up his speed, thrusting into me hard and fast, fucking me how I expect a ruler of Hell to screw me—hot, without reserve, and in a way that all I can do is scream in satisfaction.
His devil façade cracks through, and I admire the fiery light shining through his scales. We lock our gazes, and the world around me hazes and shudders until the room disappears, leaving me alone in a world where our essences merge the same way as our bodies. My whole being hums, and warmth builds through me with my release. Dante stretches my legs over my head completely, his muscles bulging and flexing. He grunts, his face scrunching, and I feel his orgasm on a soul-deep level. Shadows and light swirl around us, and I kiss Dante as he slows, every amazing sensation and emotion pooling around us in this strange world where it’s only the two of us and our pleasure.
Rolling off me, Dante hugs me to him, continuing to kiss and savor every ounce of my affection like he can’t get enough.
“You’re the most beautiful, smart, feisty, naughty mortal I’ve ever known, and I can’t wait to give you the power and kingdom you deserve,” he murmurs, cuddling me. “But until then, I will give you whatever your body and soul need.”
I smile and trace my finger over his hard pec. “How about you draw us a bath?”
He hums and nods. “That sounds like the perfect way to relax until you’re ready again. I’m keeping you to myself all night, and I guarantee you won’t be leaving my bed tomorrow either. Kase can join us as his reward for catching the demon.”
Heat blossoms over my body, and I roll on top of him and kiss him with everything in me. His hard body throbs against me. If he didn’t flip me off him, I’d align our bodies again and have my way with him this time.
I try to grab his hand. “I don’t need a break yet.”
Bowing forward, he laces his hand around my ponytail and manhandles me, dragging me a bit closer. His roughness gets to me in a good way, and excitement builds between my legs, craving more of his devil nature. “Don’t worry, pretty soul. I wasn’t truly planning to give you one. You’ll see.” He scoops up a box from the floor and shakes it, rattling the contents.
Arching my back, I stretch, giving Dante a view of my body as he strolls backwards toward the archway to the huge bathroom just for our suite. He flicks his tongue, teasing me, and my body explodes with tingles. I drink in the sight of his perfect ass, watching him fill the spa-like tub and suction cup a few different things to the tiles.
“That thing better be for you,” I call, twirling my finger at the dildo he suction cups to the wall.
He chuckles and closes the door partially on me, not letting me see him prepare for our next ride on the Kinkland Express. Dante turns on soft music, and a sweet citrusy scent permeates the air from the bathroom. I crawl out of bed and snatch his shirt to put on, dying to use it against him, knowing how he likes to see me in his things. It’ll allow me to peek at what he has in store.
“Don’t even think about it, Raven. No ruining the surprise,” he says, waving his hand through the crack in the door. “Five more minutes.”
“You make me only want to disobey you more,” I tease, sauntering toward the door leading to a balcony.
“Good. More reason to punish that sexy ass of yours. I saw how you were fully prepared to let me fuck you like that.” He groans, his deep voice vibrating with lust at the thought. “Maybe after I train you to take more than a thumb.”
My body trembles in a good way, and I scrub my heated cheeks. Opening the balcony door, I allow crisp night air into the room, needing to cool off before I melt into a puddle on the floor. If this is what my eternity will be like, I will never miss the idea of Heaven. I don’t think the pearly gates have access to spanking benches and restraints. My current idea of eternal paradise is strolling through an archway of sex toys that start vibrating in anticipation upon my arrival. And not to mention having my devils waiting to bend me over.
Wind whips around me, playing with the loose strands of my hair pulled free from my ponytail. I don’t get a chance to react or scream as a cold hand clamps over my mouth. A sweet yet tart fragrance envelops me—like apples dipped in caramel—and I stiffen. The halo of light emanating across the balcony with the shadow of wings stretching out proves it’s not demonic.
“Don’t speak or call for your devil and I won’t sink my blade into your back,” Cassius mutters, keeping his rumbly voice just about a whisper. “I need to know what you are up to with Andre.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to stay calm, speaking into his hand. If I didn’t feel the sharp tip of his blade on my lower back, I’d scream for help.
“Did you ask him to save your soul?” he asks, ignoring my comment. “What is your plan? You know you are far from redemption.”
“Cass, let her go.” Andre lands with a thump on the balcony, his wings flapping with glorious light. “If you have questions, you need to ask me.”
“But you withhold information!” Cassius shouts.
A low hiss sounds through the air, and I jerk my head back, clocking Cassius in the chin. Hooking his arm around my waist, he launches into the air, not giving Dante the chance to make it to the door. Thrashing in Cassius’s arms, I fight as hard as I can. I know if he kidnaps me, I might never see my devils in this life. He will ensure I fail my mission and turn into a demonic slave.
“Let me go, asshole!” I scream, feeling behind me until I manage to grab his junk. It’s squishy and soft, totally vulnerable, and I will inflict a world of agony on his cock.
Cassius grunts, loosening his hold on me. My mission to inflict pain doesn’t work, so I go for Plan B. I stroke my hand over his groin and fake a moan, trying to get his body to react to mine. His shaft hardens, surprising the fuck out of him, and he drops me. I scream as I freefall. A loud crack sounds through the air. Hot air blows from beneath me, warming the wind stinging my skin. I flail, stretching my arms for Dante as he spits venom at Cassius trying to catch me.
“Grab her!” Cassius commands, but I can’t see anything but bright light.
And then fire.
The gates of Hell open under me, and I wonder if I died without knowing it.
I can’t get myself to scream or fight. All I do is brace for eternal punishment. But it doesn’t come. Warm, muscular arms catch me, stopping my fall. Jerking his hand out, Micah throws orange fire at Cassius, engulfing him in hellfire. Andre intercepts Dante’s attack, locking his arms around his smiting brethren, launching the two of them higher in the sky.
I expect Dante to chase them, but he lands beside us. He tries to take me from Micah, but Micah growls.
“Give her to me. Now,” Dante commands, his eyes glowing green.
“After you were nearly the cause for Hell’s downfall? No. You can wait until I’m ready to give her up.” Micah proves his point by stepping forward and out of a summoning circle drawn in blood on a concrete platform. “Now show me to my living quarters.”
“Micah,” I whisper, my mind, body, and soul whirling in confusion. “You can’t just steal me from Dante. This is our time together.”
He glowers but doesn’t let me down. “Try me, heathen. I saved your soul. I deserve your immediate time.”
I glance at Dante. “But—”
Micah touches my chin, pulling my attention to him. “Stop acting like my presence is unwanted, Raven. You and I both know how much you’ve missed me.”
I don’t know how to respond. I don’t even recognize him in this moment.
But I guess it doesn’t matter, because I’ve only truly known him as an angel. Now, it’s time I face him as this devil. I need to find out just what kind of monster I created. Maybe then, I can figure out what happens next. Or how to save my soul from him.
Micah smiles at me. “I’m ready to make you mine.”
