by Rue Volley
“Take off your clothes.” He had Night right where he wanted her, at his mercy. Up there she might be Layla the fallen angel. Here he’d remind her of who she’d once been. His Queen, his Night. The one who provided the light that kept him balanced. When she’d left and he returned to the eternal darkness it’d warped him. His cruelty had increased three-fold, and he’d savored the taste of others pain. It’d become less about making others understand and his mission
“Wh-what.”
“Undress. Let’s make sure you can handle the plans I have in store for you. Because of you I became the monster everyone always said I was. Now you’ll pay… and I’ll make sure you like it, love it, crave it. Then you can understand what it feels like to become the thing you once thought you were above.”
Her large, brown orbs filled with tears. He remained unmoved. Moving his finger in a circle he frowned. “Giving up already?”
“No.” Her voice shook, but she reached down, grabbed the hem of her tank top and removed it. The swell of her large breasts in the black lace bra made him hard
“Did you wear that for me, Night?”
Her jaw clenched
“You’re silence says it all. It pleases me knowing you have no control over your emotions. It makes you a canvas I can play on.” He stepped closer, ran the tip of his index finger down her throat and savored her quick intake of air. “You don’t smell of fear as I expected. You smell of lust.” His tongue flicked out to taste the air. “So much sweeter.” Bringing his hands up, he cupped her chest, testing the weight
“They’ve grown. The pregnancy perhaps?” His anger flared. Stepping back he released the warm weight and pinched her taut nipple. I missed out on too much, seeing her grow ripe with my child and watching Heavenleigh suckle at her breast. I bet she was stunning.
She cried out and flinched.
“All this time, and I had no clue I could create life.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Save it.” His tone was sharp enough to cut glass
She clamped her jaw shut and he scowled. Words meant nothing.
“Take your hair down, and remove your pants.” She did so, barring miles of chocolaty skin he ached to lick. Not yet. The tiny scrap of lace that covered her center hid nothing. He scowled at the bare pussy beneath the sheer material
“From now on you won’t shave, only trim. I prefer my wife to look like an adult. Furthermore… no more underwear. I want easy access at all times.”
“Now I’m your wife?” The poison laced tone made his dick rock hard. There was the fire he remembered. He’d break her out of her icy shell, and remind her who she’d always been deep down at the core
“You were always my wife. I just happen to care again. I handled you with a delicate touch before. That ship’s sailed.” He snapped his fingers removing her lingerie. She jumped, instinctively covering herself
“Lower your hands.” Feel the way I did when you left me, naked, ashamed, and foolish
She fisted her hands forcing them down to her sides. Her body tensed, and shook. He could see the battle
“You should leave your pride and dignity at the door. It’ll make things easier.” His voice slid over her like melted chocolate. She wanted to gorge herself on him. Swallow down every morsel he’d offer up
“What should I do first?” He asked. His expensive, Italian, loafers echoed over the marble flooring in the silent space. He paced a circle around her taking in her form from all angles. “You have such a tempting body Night. If anything having Heavenleigh made you more attractive. Perhaps that’s the ingrained male instinct in me.” He caressed a path down her back, allowing his hell fire to creep to the surface. A hiss escaped her lips. “Oh the fun we’ll have.” Eager to begin he licked his lips and pressed his body to her back. As a fallen angel bound to the King of hell, she could withstand the hell fire, enjoy it even. Right now the desire it coaxed against her will made her fight
Snaking an arm along her ribs he held her body to him and slid his hands down to explore her pussy. “Mmm. Still just as hot and wet as I remember.” He delved between her folds and buried the length of his finger inside her slickened entrance. “And oh so tight.” Circling his finger he savored the moan she released. “Maybe I should keep filling this pretty pussy of yours with my cum until your belly has my child again. It’d go a whole lot differently this time.” She jerked in his arms. “Is this where you get off my ride? Tell me what I’m asking is too much? Are you willing to risk it?” He could feel her alarm grow with every second that passed. He smiled. This is how it feels to be helpless. How I felt. Get used to it.
“Yes,” She whispered
“Such a good Mommy.” Pressing his lips to her cheek he began to move his fingers. Relearning every nuance of her walls he coaxed her hips to move to his rhythm. I’m wicked with many things, but my fingers are a specialty. Her breath grew huffy, and he added another finger
“Oh ,Lui.”
The familiar nickname hit him in the gut, splitting his brain in two different directions. Pleasure and pain blossomed. Anger at the time lost overruled them both and he increased his speed, pounding a hard rhythm inside the walls that molded to him. Her legs shook. He adjusted his angle. Hit the button inside her that always made her see stars
“YES!” She came hard, long, gushes of liquid flowed down her thighs, onto his wrists, and down his arms. Her body slumped. His grip held
“How does it feel knowing I own you now?”
A sob sounded. He turned her around and licked the salty drops from her face. “All of its mine now, Night. Every tear, every orgasm, and we both know I covet what belongs to me, don’t we?”
She nodded
“If you’re good I can be nice.” He buried his hands in her thick locks and pulled her into his body. And we can both pretend.
“Y-you said.” She hiccupped. “Ship sailed.”
“That was old me. He’s gone, but new me can play well with others when he wants to.” He fisted her hair pulled the locks tight. She whimpered. Her eyes turned golden. “Can you?”
“Can I what?” she whispered
“Play nice.”
She nodded, and he pushed down. “Show me.”
Sinking to her knees she had his pants unbuckled and his aching cock in her hands in a matter of seconds. This was always one of her favorite things to do. Her pink tongue darted out to flick his head. He twitched and tightened his grip
“Don’t tease, please.” Her eyes blazed and she swallowed him down
Her hot mouth wrapped around him and he grunted. Hollowing her cheeks she took him deep, bobbing her head as she slurped, twisting her fist up his length. It was heaven and hell all at once, the embodiment of who Night had always been. Dark and light mixed together to form a knock out combo. Unable to stay still he surged forward, hitting the back of her throat as he fucked her mouth. She opened took him deeper and he bite town on his lip, drawing blood as he staved off his orgasm. Her eyes were full of feminine power. Fuck she knows she’s got me by the balls. Her hands slid down to cup his sack. The pressure built, she continued to work him over with her hands and her mouth. She hummed. His spine stiffened and he shuddered. A spray of hot come coated the back of her throat. Pausing she opened her mouth so show him all he’d given her before she swallowed it down and licked her lips
Unwinding his fingers from her hair he patted her head. “Good girl.”
The smug expression faded from her eyes. It’s going to take more than that to get back in my good graces… much more
* * *
She wanted to rise up and smack the smirk off his delicious lips. How dare he treat her like a pet! Because essentially that’s what you are you silly woman, his property. Best make sure it’s an investment he continued to care about. Furious didn’t begin to cover the way she felt, but she knew deep down she reaped what she sowed. He was the monster she made. It was her job to defuse this dangerous bomb. “I aim to please.”
“Then you succ
eeded.” His silken voice made her pussy hum to life like the last mind-blowing orgasm had never happened. She pressed her thighs together tighter. “I can practically smell how much you want me Night. I think this is where we’ll stop for the night.”
Thrusting her tongue into her cheek she staved off the scream threatening to escape the confines of her throat. She gave a curt nod and gained her feet. “Then I’ll be going.”
“Not so fast.”
She lifted an eyebrow, confused
“You almost forgot something.” He opened his palm to reveal a piece of jewelry she hadn’t seen in over sixty years. The platinum band held a bloodstone forged by their own life giving liquid.
“So people know you’re off the market. Speak frankly or someone may lose their life. I don’t like it when people touch my things.”
He’ll never let me forget my new position. Not at his side but on my knees at his feet. “Understood.”
Tilting his head he studied her closely. “Good. I have business to attend.”
Re-clothing herself with her powers she thought of her home and whisked herself from hell into her bedroom. She felt dirty. Used, and violated. That she could handle. It was the lustful fulfillment that sickened her. Jesus, I’m just as fucked in the head as he is. Stumbling into the bathroom she put a stopper in the bathtub and ran the water as hot as she could stand it. She peeled of her clothing, reluctant to leave the familiar smell of musk with a hint of fire. Most people wouldn’t say fire had a smell, but she’d lived among it long enough to know it did. Similar to the distinct scent just after a match was blown out
The obsession ran both ways between her and Lui. It was why they worked. Maybe we both came off the assembly line cracked. Turning off the water, she sank down into the tub all the way to the bottom wishing for a moment it was holy water and she could cleanse away the stains that darkened her soul. Surfacing when the urge to breathe took over she smoothed her hair back from her face.
“Nut up. This is your life now.” Releasing a deep breath she leaned her head back against the tub and relived every second of their encounter. At times she saw something more than revenge flicker in the depths of his eyes. Could he still care? Her heart raced and her stomach fluttered. Is this the chance I never thought I’d have? Too afraid to hope she curbed her excitement. It was too soon to tell, emotions were raging. Nothing good ever came out of rash decisions.
Self doubt crowded in on her. Was I wrong to leave? Would he have seen her as a child and not a weapon? She could’ve saved a million lives, maybe even prevented World War I and II. When he went hard, mass chaos spread across the world like an airborne virus. Guilt pressed down on her chest like a boulder. Stop. There’s no going back. You know that. Disgusted by her mental flogging she removed the plug and left the tube. Drying off with a fluffy, sea-foam green towel from the rack she wondered how Heavenleigh was fairing. They rarely fought but when they did it was always best to give her space. Lower than she’d ever been before she padded into her room and pulled on a pair of blue flannel shorts, and a white tank top. Even the action of getting dressed made her think of Lui when she forwent the underwear. Bastard.
A shimmer of power disturbed her wards and she tensed
“Layla! Tell me the rumors aren’t true.” Death
Grateful she rushed from her room and met him in the living room. “Depends on the rumor.”
“You and Lui back on again?”
“Or something.” She mumbled
“Why? Heavenleigh?” His horrified expression made her want to slink away and hide her face
She nodded
“Damn. You think you’re out and he finds a way to pull you back in.” Death rolled his eyes and sneered.
“I went to him… my soul is all I had to barter with. You know what would happen to Heavenleigh if she opened that gate. She’d be heavens most wanted, second only to him. I couldn’t allow that.”
He shook his head. “No, you couldn’t. Two people that powerful on the same side … they’d be damn near unstoppable. I mean… she could drop him off right in the middle of heaven, Layla.”
“Oh my God… I never even thought about that.” She placed her hand on her stomach in an attempt to quell the rocking and rolling going on. The thought of her daughter helping her father slaughter all of her brethren. Her legs wobbled and she sank down onto the couch heavily
“Hey. We’re not going to let that happen.” He sat down beside her. His voice chased away the bloody scene formed in her head
“Right. He showed up at the bar tonight. Turned on the charm, told her God knows what.” She shook her head. “When I saw him there with her I just… lost it. I’m sure I looked like the wicked bitch of the west to Heavenleigh while he stood there all cool, calm, and collected. The son-of a bitch knows how to make you have sympathy he doesn’t deserve.”
Death winced. “You guys fight?”
“That’s putting it mildly.” She snorted
“I’m sorry.”
She glanced over at him and shrugged. “It was bound to catch up with me eventually, all the lies. I should’ve been prepared.”
“You did what you thought was best. Don’t crucify yourself for it.” His dark eyes bore into hers.
“Do you think it was the right thing?”
“Given the climate of the time, yeah, I do. Don’t torture yourself over things that can’t be changed. There lies the way of madness.”
“You’re right.” Gathering her scattered thoughts she ran a hand through her damp hair
“You deserve better than you’re getting here. I don’t think you believe that.”
“I’m a fallen angel by definition I deserve all he shit luck in the world.”
“No, you really don’t.” He gave an enigmatic smile that told her he knew more than he could share
He held the secrets of the universe in his dark eyes and at times carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. She didn’t envy him his job. Not for all the knowledge in the world
“I’ll take your word for it.”
A look of understanding passed between them and he moved closer and wrapped an arm around her. Not even Lui would fuck with Death. It made him the perfect Best Friend
Chapter Five
Heavenleigh felt her mother’s presence before the knock sounded. It’d been a few days since their fight. It was time to mend rifts before they got out of control. She glanced over at Yophiel who smiled
“I think I’ll go for a fly, it’s a beautiful night.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his lips before they left the couch. He slipped out the back into the inky blackness, and she walked to the front. Opening the door she took in her mother’s appearance, and frowned. She looked tired. Dark circles formed under her eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a lackluster ponytail that hung limp and lifeless. “Mom, are you okay?” Concerned, she reached out to place a hand on her arm, swearing she’d lost weight
“Yes. I know I’m rocking the frumpy look, but I’ve been busy thinking and making plans since you left. It’s led to many sleepless nights.”
“Come in, and sit down. When’s the last time you ate?” Heavenleigh led her mom to the kitchen. She’d never thought of her mother as fragile. It was a terrifying concept
“Last night.”
“Sit.” She pulled out a high back stool. Her mother sat, and she pushed her in. “How does oatmeal and fresh fruit sound?”
“Amazing.” Her mother placed her elbow on the counter, and placed her face into her palm
“I’m sorry I took off like that. It was an information overload, and I had some shit to get right in my head.”
“I understand. I should’ve told you sooner. But I was ashamed. I’d built this new life and an identity to go along with it. I didn’t want to remove the façade and let you see the flawed me with a lifetime of mistakes and regrets. Parent vanity I suppose?”
Heavenleigh glances over her shoulder and snorted. “Mom, you
dated Lucifer, you didn’t turn into him. Besides, that’s your past. There’s nothing you could’ve done that would make me love you any less.”
Her mother sniffed. “Thank you. I needed to hear that
Heavenleigh nodded, closed the fridge and walked over to the counter. Sitting the milk on the counter she pulled the carton from the cabinet, and walked over to wash her hands in the sink
“I sense there’s more to tell.” Careful to keep her tone gentle she patiently waited for her mother’s response. Cleary her mother had been through the ringer all ready
“There is, your father and I were married, still are.” Her mother smoothed her hands over her hair
“I don’t understand…why didn’t he divorce you?” Confused she frowned
“Because the bond we share is eternal. Once your named as royalty in hell there’s no revoking your membership.”
“Wait… royalty?” Royalty! Mentally she screamed and ragged. This was huge. How much had her mother hidden? It was a giant ball of crazy she that kept unraveling at every turn. Just when she thought she’d found a new layer
“Surprise.” Her mother held out her arms. “I’m the Queen of hell.”
Heavenleigh moved her mouth, but no sound came out. Which was just as well really, since I had no idea what to say. Rolling the words she wanted to say over in her head she dried off her hands and walked to the counter to pour out oats and milk into a pot she snagged from a rack
With everything on the eye of the stove boiling she spoke. “What exactly does that mean?”
“Now… nothing.” Her mother shook her head. “I had a talk with your father. We’ve come to an understanding. There’s an ocean full of unresolved issues between us. So we’ll be spending a good amount of time together.”
“Umm… are you guys rekindling the flames?” I’m not sure how I feel about that
“I don’t know what we’re doing.” Her voice wavered
“Weren’t you just warning me against him? Why the sudden change of heart?” I don’t like this
“Like I said, we had a very open conversation.” She shrugged nonchalantly
