Broken Halo: Fallen Angels Trilogy, Book One Page 7

  Nimbus was surprised by the wild thrill he had felt inside when she cursed at him. The sight of her naked body and the sound of her beautiful mouth uttering such a dirty word captivated him. He would fuck her and bring the pain she resented but needed as well as the pleasure she feared but couldn't avoid. He would watch her lust take over as he made her lose control of her body, bending her to his will and making her one with him.

  There was an innocence about her warring with temptation. She was an angel with a broken halo. A once flawless creature who valued honor, but stole tiny glances at the darkness which whispered in her ear.

  Between him and Jude she didn't stand a chance. They were handsome devils well adept at pleasing women. She was in the dangerous state of being torn and vulnerable; lost in a labyrinth of confusion. She would answer the enticing call of the pipers. They would drag her down into the abyss and make the flames of forbidden passion consume her. She would forsake the light for the addiction of illicit sex. The transformation would either break her heart, or draw his name from her lips - the dark, twisted and comical irony of praising the destroyer of her chance of redemption.

  Sonya was too beautiful to be shielded from hungry eyes. She was a perfect union of angel and she-devil, desired by many. She was meant to be admired, shared and he would make certain she was.

  Sonya seemed relieved when he unshackled her, but her false sense of security was swiftly chased away once he led her to the washtub. “Get in.” She stepped in and sank into the water, too coy and ashamed to look at him. “Don't go anywhere.” She winced when he started taking off his clothes.

  Nimbus couldn't believe how hard he was, or how badly his cock ached and throbbed for her sweet, feminine body. She was without question the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on and he couldn't recall a time he was so horny and desperate to sink inside a woman's cunt before.

  She slowly stood in the water, thinking his attention was diverted. He smiled at this. He knew her a lot better than she gave him credit for. “Stay where you are.”

  She grimaced and sank back into the water. Her nervous swallow had him salivating. He wanted to mate with her and claim her, but wanted to wait until he had broken her completely. That and it would be a wealth of fun to hang the threat of being turned into a demon and his blood mate over her head whenever she disobeyed him. Someday he would carry out his threat, but until then he would torture her with the fear of it.

  He climbed into the tub with her, naked and erect. She moved away in fear. “Do you see my penis, Sonya?”

  Her blush made his prick tighten. “No.”

  He grinned. “That is because you are not looking at it. Ogle it, Sonya. Take in the glory of my stiff cock. See how it swells with lust for you.” Her face sang of her embarrassment as she reluctantly glanced at the erection his hand gripped by the root. “I am well-endowed; much larger than the average human male. Does this please you?”

  Her breath hitched in her throat and she dropped her head. “Nimbus -”

  He angled her chin so she was forced to make eye contact with him. “Does the size of my erect penis please you?”

  Sonya lowered her eyes miserably and swallowed with uncertainty. She was torn and scared; caught between the enticing promise of hedonism and a sworn loyalty to honor and goodness.

  He released her chin and slapped her. “I don't recall you being stupid. Has losing your soul rendered you witless and inhibited your ability to answer questions when they are directed toward you?”

  Her eyes closed in grief and reopened with anger and resentment. “I do not love you.”

  Nimbus remained collected, but was surprised by how irked her comment made him. It angered him and cut him more deeply than he cared to admit. “I didn't ask whether or not you loved me. I asked if my cock pleases you. Since you fail to understand the question, perhaps it would be best if I appealed to your learning style. Are you a hands-on kind of woman, Sonya? Would suckling my erection give you a better idea of whether or not it pleases you?”

  She inched away from him, but the side of the washtub reminded her there was nowhere she could go to escape him. “No.”

  He pushed her head down and teased her lips with the tip. “Pleasure me, girl.”

  She parted her lips and the head of his stalk slid between them, passing her teeth. Nimbus flinched with a startled yelp when the bitch bit him. He pushed her off his rod and shoved her head down into the water. He heard her scream muffled by the lukewarm water as he held her down. Bubbles surfaced from her struggles, but his hold on her only tightened, preventing her escape.

  There was a keen sense of power to be felt in coercing her to stay below the warm, wet prison and making her lungs accept an element they were never meant to take in. He could kill her for her rebellion. He had that level of power over her. He would never do so, though. He couldn't. Still, the knowledge that he could if he wanted to, was empowering and the fact that he filled her head with this same dreadful knowledge of his dark power over her was the ultimate boost to both his ego and his libido. She would fear him, obey him.

  Nimbus yanked her head up and Sonya gasped for air and coughed frantically, spitting water out of her pretty mouth. “Are you all right?”

  She was hacking too much to offer a reply to this.

  He took advantage of her vulnerability and pulled her out of the tub with him, throwing her down onto the floor on her back and straddling her.

  She still coughed and took in deep, frantic breaths of air. Her eyes widened when he coerced her mouth open and shoved his cock inside. The shaft choked out her scream. Her gag reflex kicked in the further back he tunneled into her mouth. He felt her uvula brush the crown of his tool. Her eyes widened and she squealed in between gagging.

  “You like biting me, let's see how much you enjoy being throat-fucked by me,” he sneered, “Why, Sonya, you look so frightened. If you want this to stop then beg me for mercy.”

  With her wrists pinned to the floor and his manhood filling her mouth, that wasn't possible, but his little Sonya found a way. A single tear rolled slowly down her cheek as she held his aggressive gaze.

  His heart clenched. He wasn't sure why. Were the tears shed in humiliation or fear he would have rejoiced over them, especially hers, but that wasn't why she wept. The tear was like a key unlocking the door to her soul and when he looked inside he could see how hurt she was. Physical and spiritual pain he delighted in causing, even emotional pain. But this was so much more than that. Sonya was scared, but her emotional suffering overshadowed her fear. She was brokenhearted...because of him. No matter what she said, she still loved him. It was written there in her dark eyes. She loved him and she hated him and herself for betraying that.

  Nimbus pulled his member out of her mouth and stood, jerking her to her feet. He dried her off, relishing the sight and feel of her soft, feminine curves and her hands resting on his shoulders for support while he fondled her with the fabric.

  “Dry me now,” he ordered quietly. She dried him off, battling the unbidden tears. He gently raised her chin to meet his gaze. “Does my body please you? Be honest.”

  Tears trickled down her soft cheeks. Her reply sounded broken and completely sincere. “Yes.”

  He smiled and caught her tears with his finger. His other hand caressed her left cheek. “You are so beautiful. More than any woman I have ever slept with.”

  Her eyes squeezed shut and she made a little mewling sound of despair. Fifty percent jealousy over his past sexual encounters and fifty percent guilt over wanting him and feeling sullied by his power over her and the inevitable sin they were about to commit together.

  “Don't cry, sweet girl. You are in good hands,” he lulled, kissing her forehead.

  She sighed when his lips touched her there. “But I'm not. You are a demon and I'm an angel.”

  He cupped her cheeks to hold her head in place so their eyes were locked with one another. “You were an angel and so was I. But we are not anymore, are we? We are equ
als now.”

  The tears came faster and she struggled to escape his violating hands on her body. “Oh, don't say that! I made a mistake, but I'm sorry for it. God will forgive me.”

  He grabbed her jaw so tightly her lips puckered. “He will not. Do you want to become a crusnik, Sonya? Do you want to take a life and drink the blood of vampires in your quest for redemption? Could you kill Demornae? Because if you were a black angel that is precisely what you would be required to do – slay and drink the blood of former angels you once kept company with. Is that what you want, Sonya?”

  Her eyes closed in misery. “No.”

  “Of course it's not. You are not a killer, Sonya. I know that. I also know your conscience is eating you alive over what you have done. Don't think for a minute that you have the audacity to stand before God and beg for forgiveness for your most unholy betrayal. You may be delusional in your guilt, but I know you better than that. Your remorse will never permit you to stand in the presence of God again. You would sooner slip deeper into the abyss of sin than you would stand before the one you betrayed. The one whose name you are no longer worthy to utter.”

  Sonya started bawling. “Why are you doing this to me? You don't need me. You can have any woman you want.”

  “I want you.”

  “Why?”

  “What does it matter why? Isn't it enough that I do want you?”

  “You tricked me into selling my soul. I think I deserve an explanation.”

  “You sold your soul of your own volition, Sonya. I had nothing to do with your abuse of your God-given freewill. I merely paved the road to your downfall, but I didn't force you to set foot on it. You did that yourself and I'm so very glad you did, because now you no longer have the glory and protection of heaven surrounding you. You are entirely vulnerable and completely mine.”

  “If you let me go I will kiss you,” her tone sounded feeble and pleading.

  He snorted. “I decide your fate, slave, not you. I will never let you go and I can promise you I will kiss you a great deal. I don't need your permission for that. You should know by now the tremendous power I have over you, or do you need me to rape the knowledge into you?”

  She shivered and yanked his loosened grip off of her. “Do as you please with me, but you will never have my complete surrender. Even as I follow your degrading commands, in my heart I will curse you and go on despising you until the day I die.”

  She dared to storm toward the door until he grabbed her and slammed her into the wall. The provocative sound of her breathy gasp made his loins burn and had his body teeming with heat and electricity. “You do not turn your back on me, or leave the room unless I tell you to. Is that understood?”

  “Or what?” She yelped and squirmed in pain when he twisted her nipple, “Ow, stop!”

  “I shall stop when it pleases me. And right now it pleases me to bring you pain for your backtalk.”

  “I'm sorry.”

  Nimbus knew that wasn't easy for her to say to him, but he was reaping too much enjoyment from hurting her in order to let up any time soon. “I did not give you permission to apologize to me. You must beg me for it.”

  “You unthinkable brute, let me go!”

  He tweaked her nipple tighter and gave it an unpleasant squeeze. She mewed in pain and the way her face distorted with obvious suffering spiked his lust to an unprecedented high.

  “Oh god, Nimbus, this really hurts, please let me apologize.”

  His breathing became uneven and he felt pre-cum oozing from the slit in the head of his penis. He needed to get inside of her soon, or he just might spurt all over himself. He sighed. “Oh, I suppose you may, but you must thank me for the honor of seeking my pardon.”

  Her gorgeous brown eyes narrowed as she tried to keep her tone from revealing her irritation with him. “Thank you for allowing me to apologize to you.”

  He nodded. “I will hear your confession.”

  She took a deep, uneven breath before speaking. “I'm very sorry.”

  He cupped her breasts, weighing their smooth fullness and reveling in the fact that they were completely his now and he could do whatever he wished to them and with them. “For what?”

  She breathed heavier now and her voluptuous chest heaved with arousal and nervousness. “For sassing you.”

  “I forgive you, but you must prove your remorse to me. Tell me to rape you.”

  Her pupils dilated in fear and lust. She gulped and licked her lips as she searched for an ample reply to this. “If I ask you to, it is no longer rape.”

  He smiled. “It becomes seduction then, doesn't it? And God would never forgive you for willingly giving your body to a damned being, would he?”

  “I don't know.” The anguish on her face said she feared this to be the case.

  He massaged her breasts, delighting in the way she stifled her gasp even as she pushed her tits deeper into his groping palms ever so slightly. “I will rape you, Sonya, but not in the way you think. Force becomes unnecessary when I can see how badly you want to have sex with me.”

  She whimpered helplessly as he sucked her neck and bathed the hollow of her throat with his tongue.

  “But your heart is a more stubborn enemy, isn't it? It wants to shut me out even as it aches for my devotion. I demand your allegiance, Sonya, and I will have it, even if I have to break you in order to attain it. I will rape your heart into a state of absolute surrender until it beats only to serve and please me.”

  “Oh, god no!” She tried to push him away, but he was stronger than her so it was no contest, “You can't! I will never serve you!”

  “Kiss me, Sonya,” he whispered only inches from her lips, “You know you want to, just one innocent, little kiss.”

  “It is forbidden.”

  He grabbed her arms to still her struggling. “Don't tell me what is forbidden. There is no right or wrong between us. I shall do whatever I like with you from now on. You have had this coming for thousands of years. Your ravishment is way past due. Now stop fighting me, or I will make it very painful for you.”

  Sonya quivered in his arms as he smashed his lips against hers. His mighty tongue coerced its way into her mouth and loved all over hers until her tongue had no choice but to mate with his. She gasped at the electric thrill of his mouth on hers and the rush she felt when he sucked and nibbled her lips affectionately. There was a lover motivating the conqueror – she sensed it in his kiss, or perhaps it was her own adoration for him which exuded into the passionate kiss.

  Nimbus hoisted her into his arms so her legs wrapped around his hips and his erection nestled into her slowly dampening cleft. She cried out in unrestrained bliss at the union of their privates touching one another. Sensations of hot and cold tormented her helpless body when he ground into her crotch and she felt the hard thickness of him smearing her cream all over her vulva. “Oh, Nimbus, don't! We really should stop before this goes too far.”

  He snickered. The breathless sound of his humor and desire was potent and virile, making her even crazier with need. “Girl, we have already let this get too far and we will go a whole lot further before the night is through. I'm going to join my body to yours and someday you will join your soul to mine and we will be completely and irrevocably one forever.”

  “No, we can't.” Sonya groaned when he traced her lips with his warm, wet tongue and plunged into her mouth again in a sweet kiss that exuded a deadly intimacy that was sure to bring her to her knees.

  He carried her across the room while his mouth engaged hers and she felt the mattress dip slightly as he laid her on her back beneath his hard, brawny body.

  “Nimbus, this is wrong. Please stop.” Why did she have to sound so damned aroused and breathless? She panicked when she felt him fettering her hands to the headboard, “What are you doing?”

  “Forcing you to be honest with us both,” he replied calmly, though his green eyes were teeming with hunger.

  “Please don't. I will behave.”

  “Bu
t you won't. You like being chased and I have a feeling you will enjoy being restrained by a stronger partner. Let's see how much you revel in being controlled by a sexually aggressive male, shall we?”

  “Nimbus, no, please don't touch me!” She cried out in rapture when he buried his face in her chest and laved her tits with his eager tongue as he groped them into a state of acceptance.

  “You have amazing breasts, Sonya. The best I have ever seen. And they are all mine.”

  “They are not yours, you cad.” She moaned when he sucked one of her tits into his mouth while his fingers teased the other one.

  “Your breasts are submitting to my mouth. See how the nipples firm for me? You desire me, Sonya. You cannot hide it, nor can you fight the inevitable. You will be ravished tonight and you will love every minute of it, you filthy girl.”

  Sonya jerked against her restraints, but they didn't give. She twisted in a weak attempt to free herself, but was only pushing further into his tempting mouth. Her moaning and panting became even more fervent as he kissed a licentious trail down the front of her body, ending at her mons.

  “Please. Please,” she implored, hoping the desperation in her voice and eyes would sway him to be merciful, though she doubted the likelihood of that.

  His grin was wicked and carnal awakening a she-devil in her she hadn't realized existed or ever cared to admit to. “As you wish, little flower.”

  He parted her labia and dragged his tongue through her sex lips. Her body bowed at the erogenous stimulation on her most private flesh. “No, I meant please don't.”