Hellbaby

by Minx Malone

  “I’ll give you a few hours to decide.” He grasped her chin and turned her head so she looked into his eyes. His grip was firm but not hard enough to hurt her. She scanned his features, looking for some semblance of the boy she’d known. All she saw was an emptiness that frightened her.

  “Tell me why.” Her voice came out a rough croak. He looked away, but this time she put her hands on his face to force him to look at her. He flinched when she touched his skin, and his eyes locked on hers. “Why would you do this? Surely you have no trouble with women, so it’s obviously not just about sex. What do you get out of this?”

  His pupils expanded as he looked down at her, his eyes moving from her face down to her legs tangled in the linens. His nostrils flared, and she gulped when his breathing abruptly got faster. He pulled away from her and strode to the door, his boots striking the floor so hard she could feel the vibrations. He stopped when he reached the door and threw an angry glance over his shoulder. “You. Any way I can have you.”

  He left and the door slammed behind him, the loud click of the lock shocking her from her languid position on the bed. She stood and paced. Had he thought of her over the years? Did she haunt his dreams the way he did hers, or was his desire borne of his need for revenge?

  He was giving her the choice, but really she was only choosing the time and place. If he didn’t take her now, he would later. The Destroyer was ruthless in battle, determined, persistent. Donny had always been that way. Intent. Committed. Unstoppable. Now that she was back on his radar, he wouldn’t rest until he got what he ultimately wanted from her, whatever that was.

  You. Any way I can have you.

  Chapter Three

  Abaddon strode down the hallway, his heels striking the stone like gunshots. Three day holding period? It was bullshit, and he was surprised she hadn’t called him on it. Then again, she didn’t know how long her father had been searching for her. The Regent would be furious when he found out Abaddon hadn’t brought her to him immediately. He was deliberately breaking an order from a superior officer, and damned if he knew why.

  He threw open the doors to the training center and stood in front of the two sided mirror overlooking the sparring room. Two squadrons were in formation below practicing drills. The familiar routines, moves he’d done himself so many times, were a balm to his frayed nerves.

  My woman.

  He closed his eyes against the memory of her warm weight in his arms and her unique fragrance overwhelming him. Her father, Orion, had finally grown a conscience where his only child was concerned and had been searching for her for quite some time.

  He’d hoped she would never come.

  Years of working under Orion had convinced him she must have been playing him, part of her father’s twisted plan to see him fail. She was of the same tainted blood as the sick bastard, so she couldn’t truly be as he remembered. A beautiful angel with the temper of a devil. He’d alternately anticipated and dreaded the day they would find her, when he could finally get payback for the things he’d suffered.

  Then he’d seen her lying so still.

  He’d stood over that concrete slab in the holding cell, and the eight years between them had ceased to exist. All the longing, lust and obsession he’d thought buried had swept back in a breathtaking rush. She was just as he’d remembered. And for the first time in a long time, he wanted something more than revenge.

  “No. Don’t. Don’t touch me.” She’d thrashed at his first tentative touch and wiped her face with her hands. That was when he’d seen the bite on her neck. It stood out from her creamy skin like a brand

  “Son of a…” He’d cradled her protectively in his arms and materialized into his personal chambers. He’d rubbed the tender skin where her wrist had been rubbed raw and touched the red mark on her neck. Another man’s mark on her delicate skin. A mark similar to the one he’d given her the night he’d taken her under the trees.

  “No one’s going to hurt you.” He’d run a hand over her face and drawn the drugs from her blood and into his skin. Her eyes had latched onto him, and his heart had crashed against his chest again. My woman.

  Abaddon tracked the movement of the men in the group below until his eyes zeroed in on the one he wanted. The one he’d come for.

  He motioned to the guard in the control booth. “I need to see Payne. Ask Lord Venom to excuse him from the rest of the afternoon’s drill. I plan to train him myself today.”

  Abaddon didn’t miss the guard’s shudder as he turned to his microphone and relayed the message. On the floor below, Lord Venom received the signal and lifted his head in acknowledgement. He gestured for Payne to leave the lineup and report back to the control tower. Abaddon backed away from the window as the soldier passed. He’d meet Payne in the locker room.

  He’d prefer their private training session to be a surprise.

  * * * * *

  Helena woke disoriented, her perception coming back to her in an assault of light and sound. She rubbed her eyes and looked around, taking in the mounds of pillows, the antique furniture and the rich red paint on the walls. She was in Donny’s room.

  There were patterns on the ceiling, strange curlicues that looked sort of like angels, the last thing she’d expected to see in a bedroom in Underworld. She swung her legs over the edge of the massive bed and carefully hopped down, her toes sinking into the luxurious pile of the Persian carpet. She followed the sound of splashing water to the door of the adjoining bath. Abaddon stood just inside rinsing off his arms. She swayed and collapsed against the doorframe.

  “Is that blood? You’re hurt—”

  “You needn’t be concerned about me. It’s not mine.” He glanced at her over his shoulder, amused. “Go back to bed. You’ll need your strength whether you accept my offer or not.”

  She ignored his comment and stepped closer. “Well, I need to be concerned about someone. That’s a lot of blood.”

  “Would you waste your tears for the one who marked your neck? If I wouldn’t have to answer to the Regent for it, he’d have lost more than just his life’s blood.” His lips curled back in a growl. He snapped back the shower curtain and flicked the water on. “Now you really need to go, unless you’re trying to tell me something?” He pulled his black shirt over his head, and she caught a flash of golden skin before she whipped around to face the door.

  His suggestive chuckle followed her into the bedroom as she fled. The slide of the shower curtain brought to mind images of them naked, wrapped around each other under the cascading water. She squeezed her eyes shut, tried to block the tantalizing thought of hard muscle and damp golden skin. Tried and failed. The Donny she loved had died, to be replaced with this frightening, virile man. Could she give herself to him this way, her body in exchange for her safety? She cringed inwardly at the thought. She’d been many things in her life but never a whore. How ironic that she’d come here hoping for help to find him, only to find him and realize how much he’d changed.

  By the time Abaddon emerged fully dressed from the bathroom a few minutes later, she’d made her decision.

  “I’ve decided to stay with you.”

  His eyes stayed on the carpet, but she didn’t miss the sudden tension in his neck and shoulders.

  She forced herself to step closer. If she was going to do this, she had to do it with no fear. “I want to stay with you.”

  His head whipped up, and Helena backed away from the intensity of his stare. He was suddenly behind her, the heat coming off his body scorching her back. He wrapped his massive arms around her, locking her in a cage of steely muscle.

  “Complete submission, Lena. I will accept nothing less.” He sipped at the sensitive skin between her neck and shoulder, his deep inhale loud to her ears. He stayed like that for a moment, just breathing in her scent before he gently bit her on the delicate curve of her neck. “I’ve waited so long to have you under me.”

  “Will you give yourself to me? Completely?” His red pupils expanded, and the flames d
ancing in his pupils were beautiful to her. His passion for her was in his eyes, and when she answered him, it was without hesitation. He had changed, but somewhere inside this warrior was the boy she loved. Perhaps her love could bring him back.

  “Yes. To everything. Just yes.” She bit her lip when he gripped her mound suddenly, his big hand covering her hot core completely. He pressed harder, rubbing two thick fingers against her lips, and the thin cotton of her sweatpants dampened immediately. She gasped at the exquisite friction and gripped his arm to steady herself. He growled his approval in her ear, the rough sound tumbling over her shaken nerves and causing her pussy to release another wave of cream. She whimpered with frustration when he removed his hand.

  “Shit, you’re so hot. You’re flooding my hand. Should I give this hot little pussy what it wants?” Suddenly there was a sharp click. He chuckled when she shivered at the sight of his three inch long razor sharp nails.

  “Abaddon?” She reached back and gripped his hair.

  “You have nothing to worry about, my beautiful little hellion. The only pain you’ll experience at my hands will be coupled with pleasure. I’m just making you more comfortable.” With a couple of lightning fast swipes, her tank top and sweatpants lay in shreds, leaving her in just a lacy black bra and thong.

  She gasped when the cool air hit her, and again when she thought of how close those wicked nails had just been to her skin. “More comfortable? How will I be comfortable later without my clothes?” She glanced over her shoulder at him. He was staring down at the tiny black triangle of cloth nestled in the vee of her thighs. The muscle in his jaw worked furiously as he swallowed. Hard. When he looked up at her, the heat of his gaze was palpable.

  “I couldn’t give a shit about later. And I meant more comfortable for me.” He slid his nails beneath the tiny strings holding her thong together at the sides and ripped. With a sharp click, he retracted his nails and ran his hands down her stomach to brush the remnants of cloth away. As the smooth, bare skin of her pussy was revealed, he closed his eyes briefly.

  “Oh, fuck. You’re perfect.” He stood suddenly and scooped her up. He strode to the bed and dropped her on the covers unceremoniously. He placed his large hands on her thighs and spread her legs until she lay open before him.

  “Abaddon?” She looked up at him uncertainly. Self conscious, she turned her head away and drew her legs up to her body, concealing herself from his view. Her breath hitched as she watched him undress.

  He was silent as he stripped off his clothes, the black shirt giving way to a thickly ridged chest crisscrossed with scars. The sheer masculine perfection of his form was only enhanced by the thin white slashes, a testament to his ferocity and tenacity as a warrior. Heaven or hell help her if he ever decided he wanted her for more than three days. There would be no escape. This was a man who never gave up, not even when he was obviously being attacked with a knife.

  “Open your legs.” When Helena winced and backed up against the headboard, he growled in warning. “Too late for second thoughts. Complete submission.” He crawled over the comforter, shoving pillows out of his way. His muscles shifted with the sleek grace of the predator he was. He nailed her with his gaze, his eyes intense, probing.

  “Show me.”

  Chapter Four

  Her legs fell open, and the sweet scent of her arousal filled the air. Abaddon lowered himself between her legs and breathed deeply. Mine.

  “Damn, you smell good. I’ve dreamed of this so many times.” At the first lick, she arched off the bed, so Abaddon gripped her slim hips to hold her down. He delved inside her, her cream flooding his taste buds, overwhelming his senses. She was perfect, her slit wet with arousal and the delicate blush pink of coral. He swept his tongue through her juices and groaned as her woman’s musk hit the back of his throat. His darkly tanned hand on her stomach made an erotic picture, a startling reminder of how different they were. She was so small, so fragile. Too good for a nasty bastard like him.

  Helena purred as he increased his suction. Once he discovered a particularly sensitive spot, he was relentless, driving her harder, forcing her to take the pleasure. Her scent grew stronger as she neared orgasm. Her small hands clutched the sheets frantically, and her throaty purrs increased. She cried his name and grabbed his hair so hard he felt pinpricks of pain where each of her nails dug into his scalp. He welcomed the pain, used it to distract himself from his own growing arousal. He wanted to hear her scream first.

  “Oh no. I can’t stop it…oh shit.” Her reply was cut off abruptly. Her face flushed crimson and her eyes slowly changed, the brown bleeding out to be replaced by a brighter hazel tone. She sobbed silently, her body clenching against his face. The heat from her body was so intense he could see steam rising from her skin. He gentled his tongue, allowing her time to recover, enjoying her soft sighs of satisfaction.

  As soon as her breathing slowed, he rededicated himself to his task, enjoying her breathy little moans and the tiny hitch in her breath when his tongue dipped into her anus. Mine. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she had screamed her way through at least another orgasm. Only then could he be sure her body was ready to take him.

  Her hands twisted in the linens at her sides, and her hips arched off the bed to meet each thrust of his tongue. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. She looked like heaven. She tasted like sin.

  “The fire’s coming, I can’t stop it.” She tried to pull away from him but stopped when Abaddon growled deep in his throat.

  “A little fire won’t hurt me. Have you forgotten who you’re with?” He dipped his head again and swiped her burning core with his tongue. She jerked and cried out. “Perhaps I need to remind you.”

  He slid his hands under her bottom and lifted her to his face. He stretched his tongue as far as it could go and used it to tongue fuck her. She grabbed his head again and held him against her, her inner muscles rippling. The temperature amped up, the air in the entire room charged with the heat she generated.

  “Please. Abaddon.” Her body bucked and clenched around his tongue. As she wailed his name, her skin ignited and bright orange flames danced around them. He closed his eyes, savoring the burn. Her fire wrapped around him, seeped through his pores and sprinted through his veins. Her fire was in every cell of his body, even the tips of his fingers and toes.

  “Hell, I can’t wait. I have to be inside you.” He reared up and thrust inside her. Gliding through her silken walls was like pushing into a wet fist. She screamed and wrapped her legs around him, hanging on as he pulled back and hammered into her. Every thrust into her body was like coming home, the muscles of her pussy grabbing him, holding him to her. He savored the burn as he pulled out until the tip of his cock rested at her entrance and then tunneled his way back in.

  Every stroke, every thrust enveloped him in her cream, and her scent was all over him. He looked down to the place where their bodies joined. God damn. The sight of his dick stretching her open, her delicate slit being stuffed full of his hungry cock, was enough to send him over the edge. The flames on her skin licked at him, igniting the passion he kept buried deep. He was like a man possessed, slamming into her tiny drenched hole, as the force of his orgasm ripped through him like a tornado.

  “Oh no, Abaddon. I’m coming.” She sobbed as her body bucked beneath his, her long, smooth legs wrapped around him, her heels digging into the curve of his ass. Her scream cut off, her voice hoarse as she hung on to his shoulders and rode out the waves of her release. He didn’t stop thrusting, the muscles of her pussy milking his cock long after his initial release. Finally he collapsed on top of her with a groan and rolled to the side.

  He went to the bathroom and brought back a warm washcloth. He gently wiped the inside of her thighs before cleaning his shaft. He threw the damp cloth carelessly on the bedside table and climbed back into bed. She settled her head in the curve of his shoulder. Her sighs were a wash of warm breath on his chest.

  Her body was a living blanket, cove
ring him with her warmth and her light honeysuckle scent. As she shifted next to him, her lower body brushed against his. In a rush of blood, his cock filled and stood away from his body slightly, aching every time she moved. He swallowed, willing his cock to stand down, as if it was a soldier that would respond to orders. She was a small woman and wouldn’t be able to handle the force of his needs. Despite his initial anger at her, he didn’t want to hurt her. He heard the soft whisper of skin against skin as she moved over him. Then he barked out a cry of surprise when her soft hand gripped him at the base of his cock.

  “I just thought I should introduce myself. It seemed only polite.” Her husky voice washed over him and she laughed, warm and low, when his cock jerked in her hand. “He seems pleased to meet me, but just in case, perhaps I should kiss him hello.”

  His moan as her mouth covered him was strangled. His shock that she would take him this way dissolved into an intense want unlike anything he’d ever experienced. She took him all the way to the back of her throat, humming in pleasure as she swallowed around him. The vibration from her mouth skittered across the tip of his cock, and he was rock hard in seconds, his shaft aching as she pulled back, her lips clinging to the head before releasing him with a pop.

  As she leaned over him, the wild strands of her auburn hair tumbled down, teasing the skin on his stomach and thighs. She used it to torture him, dragging the tips over his cock as she played around the head with her tongue, exploring the veins pulsing in the shaft, licking into the shallow indentation at the tip.

  “Fuck. Do that again,” he ordered. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire as she dipped her tongue into his tip. His hips wrenched off the bed and he fought to control his urge to pump his hips. Her lips were already stretched taut at the edges as she swallowed down his length. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her hair and holding her still as he fucked her face. She looked up at him with laughing eyes as she tormented him.