Broken Vow

by Zoey Marcel

  “We're both liars. I employ deception to damn you and you utilize it in an endeavor to be redeemed again.”

  “No! I'm not a liar.” Her eyes stung, but fear of the potential truth in his words froze the tears still. “I want to be good. I may not be an angel anymore, but I'm a good person.”

  Her lips trembled when her clitoris swelled until it doubled in size and tingled with carnal awareness.

  His eyes taunted her for being seconds away from a powerful orgasm. “No, Sonya. You're coming for a demon. There's no redemption from that.”

  “This is a mistake. I'm a victim. I'll be forgiven.”

  Nimbus looked like he might smile at her ruin, but he refrained. “No, Sonya. Blade was a victim when Delilah raped him, but you're different. Because despite your protests, deep down you enjoy what we do to you and the truth is you prefer demons to humans in bed.”

  She gasped, cursing his psychic abilities. “No! I won't let you damn me again!”

  He rubbed his groin against her clit harder and faster.

  “Oh, god!” She mewled as the sensations increased in strength.

  Nimbus smiled. His face blazed with sexual desire as his cock swelled in his pants from the friction burning on their flirting genitals. “Come for me, Sonya. Come for your master.”

  Sonya snapped her mouth shut and felt her face distort with pleasure as she tried in vain to keep them from seeing how affected she was. Her climax bombarded her with heat and cold as it stole possession of her body. She shuddered against his crotch and soaked the front of his jeans with her release.

  The men looked smug and turned on by the sight of her coming beneath and against them.

  “So damned hot,” Drakkar praised.

  “As delicious as that was, we should get going before that wolf shows up to warn her,” Jude advised, “unless you're planning on killing him.”

  “No! He hasn't done anything wrong!” Sonya shrieked into the gag Jude crammed into her mouth and quivered when she saw the dangerous glare Nimbus gave her.

  “That's not a bad idea,” he agreed in a thin, jealous tone.

  Drakkar shook his head. “Now, now, let the holy canine be. He doesn't know it yet, but eventually I'm going to go after him and make him my fuck buddy.”

  Nimbus answered him while glowering down at Sonya. “Fine, just so long as he stays away from Sonya.”

  The vampires got up and Nimbus flipped Sonya over onto her stomach and handcuffed her wrists behind her. “Jude, get her some clothes to take with us and make it quick. Drakkar, bring the van around front.”

  Drakkar headed out. “Be sure to grab at least a few slutty ones.”

  “Of course.” Jude went into her closet. “We should stop for coffee on the way, Nimbus. It sounds good and I think it would be a good idea to get some caffeine into all of us for the long, vigorous night ahead.”

  Sonya shivered as she tried to wriggle up the mattress to get away like a worm.

  Nimbus chuckled and dragged her back to her original place by the hips. “I don't think so, girl. Would you like a coffee on the way?”

  He removed the gag from her mouth. “Please let me go. This is wrong. I -”

  She squealed when he stuffed the gag back into her mouth and pulled her up so she sat astraddle on his lap. The position brought their genitals together and their faces within inches of one another. It was far too intimate to be this close to someone she'd been commanded to avoid like the plague.

  “There's nothing wrong with enjoying coffee, Sonya,” Nimbus sassed her. “Since you're too overly stimulated from my expertise, I will rely on memory to make the decision for you.”

  She blushed at the reference to his undeniable skill in bed.

  “A hazelnut latte was your favorite in cold weather, but since the night is warm, perhaps you would favor your summer preference of a blended mocha.” He stared at her, waiting for her answer.

  Sonya nodded, feeling ashamed at how giddy she felt when he smiled at her. God, he was gorgeous. He always had been.

  Nimbus helped her to her feet and she bolted toward the door with her arms behind her. She felt like a chicken running like that. He caught her by the arm easily and swatted her fanny to chastise her.

  “I told you you weren't leaving and I meant it. Try to break my promise again and I'll pummel your ass raw. Do you understand me?”

  Sonya nodded. She may understand, but there was no way in hell that she could stick around to let him break the rest of her vows. As soon as she found an opportunity, she needed to run.

  * * *

  Sonya rode in the back of the minivan with Nimbus while Jude and Drakkar sat up front and took turns driving. They drank coffee and had the radio blaring. Nimbus left her handcuffed and occasionally flipped her over his lap and spanked her ass. Judging by the discussion up front and Drakkar's previous mention of Ane Rouge, she guessed they were driving to Seattle.

  When ACDC's “Highway to Hell” came on, Jude got an irritating grin on his face. “Why, Sonya, I do believe your life song is playing.”

  Sonya wanted to get a choking hold on him. She and Dante had rocked out to the song in the car before, but hearing the words now scared her. It had been Nimbus the whole time. She'd slept with him, but she hadn't known. They would forgive her. They had to and she would escape.

  “It is perfect, isn't it?” Nimbus agreed.

  He pulled her down onto the floor with him and undid his fly. Her heart raced when he took his cock out and lifted the hem of her baby doll. The hard, private feel of the bulbous head strumming through her slick folds summoned a gasp from her.

  “You're wet,” he whispered with a smug smile. “Why is that?”

  Sonya blushed and her eyes dropped. Thank god it was dark and he couldn't see the desire in her eyes. She wanted him so bad she wouldn't be surprised if her body burst into flames. He must never know this or she would be screwed.

  “Nimbus...”

  “Yes, Sonya?”

  She let out a gentle gasp when the crown of his erection pushed slowly into her vagina. His wide girth left her feeling stretched and excited, even as the lyrics in the background reminded her of the cost of her actions.

  “I want to be good,” she whispered, holding his gaze.

  He slid another inch of his dick inside of her, seeming pleased at the way she gaped from the feel of him sinking into her. “Do you?”

  Did she? Yes, of course she did.

  “Yes,” she whispered, hoping he would stop before she gave into him.

  He slowly advanced, pushing inch by luscious inch of his cock into her soaked, throbbing pussy until he was seated to the hilt inside of her.

  “Oh god!” She gasped and twisted, trying to escape the mind-blowing penetration.

  Nimbus smiled as he tugged her lingerie down so he could see and touch her swollen breasts. “Is that a prayer, Sonya, or do I please you?”

  She tried to wriggle free of the handcuffs binding her wrists behind her. They wouldn't break and he had her on her back, lying on top of them. “I want to be good.”

  His warm, wet tongue traced the curve of her bottom lip like she was a candy apple. “You mentioned that already. I think you're just saying that in case there are any angels in the vicinity who can hear you. Deep down I think you like the way my penis feels inside your body. Why else would your cunt be soaked and your aura saturated with lust?”

  Sonya blushed and squeezed her eyes shut in shame. “It's not true.”

  “Still a bloody liar I see.” His strokes were deep and deliberate as he used his strong arms to support his brawny body while he hovered over her and ravished her slowly.

  Sonya swallowed, trying desperately to let her mind wander so as to shut out the incomparable pleasure of his erection gliding inside her quim. A controlled swat on her pussy brought her mind back from its rambling journey.

  “That won't work, Sonya. I won't let you shut me out,” Nimbus murmured. “Your lovely lips may deny me, but your trembling
body never will. You can pretend with other cruxim and deceive yourself, but I know you're inflamed for me.”

  His words made her feverish and she felt chills when he grunted and accelerated inside of her. His plunges were hard and deep as though he wanted to drive his point home deep inside of her until she could no longer shut him out. He raised her pelvis up and gripped her buttocks as he rammed into her repeatedly.

  “Nimbus,” Sonya panted his name, trying to stop him, even though she never wanted him to stop.

  Her name on his lips seemed to drive him crazy and he pistoned into her faster still.

  Drakkar spoke from up front. “Fuck, that's hot. It's my turn next.”

  Her subconscious screamed in protest, but her concentration honed in on the lover pumping his cock into her body. Nimbus' balls slammed against her ass as if to punish her for denying her feelings for him. The internal friction of their genitals communing made her wetter and stirred erotic sensations to life inside of her.

  He cried out and jolted against her body as he emptied his release into her with several breathless thrusts. Sonya couldn't stop shaking and repeatedly swore at herself inside for the way her heart and libido soared to an unhealthy high.

  He tucked his prick away and closed his jeans, but he left her on the floor with a drenched twat and her full breasts exposed.

  “We're here,” Jude told them.

  Nimbus glanced down at her and rubbed the sole of his shoe on her bare thigh as though she were a rug for him to walk on. “Are you ready to pay for what you've done?”

  She swallowed nervously. “I thought I had.”

  “No, Sonya. You have not even begun to suffer for your infractions.”

  Chapter Nine:

  Retribution

  Sonya tried to make a run for it once they got out of the minivan, but her attempt proved futile and only pissed her captors off. They went inside the sex club, Ane Rouge, and Nimbus took her into a room alone.

  Now she knew why it was called The Red Room. The king-size bed had a scarlet bedspread and the sheer, crimson mosquito netting that draped down the four-poster cherry wood supplied the answer. The gold and white walls blended well with the extravagant chandelier that hung overhead.

  There were plenty of sex toys, BDSM furniture and implements of pain and pleasure. The room excited her as much as it scared her.

  Nimbus ordered her to undress, feeling her up with his eyes when she obeyed. He made her bend over a spanking bench and secured her hands with the attached cuffs. The clink sound of his belt being unbuckled electrified her and she secretly hoped he would take her again.

  What was she thinking? He mustn't. It wasn't right. She would burn in hell for it.

  “God knows your thoughts, Sonya,” Nimbus told her as he removed the belt from the loops on his jeans. “He knows what a shameless little whore you are.”

  Her head hung in shame. He was right. She must force herself to hate Nimbus and to somehow become sickened by his touch, but how?

  Sonya’s eyes widened and her lips parted when she glanced over her shoulder and saw him double the belt up. She gulped and tugged on the restraints that didn't give. “Why?”

  His alluring eyes narrowed at her question. “You know why and if you don't then you need to have the remorse beaten into you.”

  She grimaced. “Please let me go. I'll never bother you again.”

  She yelped in misery when he struck her with the belt, igniting an inferno of fiery anguish on her rear.

  “I told you you're not leaving. Bring it up again and you will regret it. Let's start with your first offense. You left me and our son. Do you know how worthless that makes you?”

  She screamed at the intensity of the blows as the leather bit viciously at her ass. “I'm sorry.”

  “Not yet you aren't.” He lashed at her with twice the severity, making her cry out with suffering. “You became a black angel.”

  She choked on a petrified scream as he spanked her twice with the belt. He hit in different places and she was grateful he avoided her tattoo. Oh dear god, her tattoo. He would see his name inked on her ass. Sonya cringed when she recalled that he was the one who put it there back when he was disguised as Dante.

  “You slay vampires. Some of my dearest friends are vampires. Our son was a vampire for Christ's sake. What happened to him, Sonya?” He delivered several brutal slaps to her fanny until she whimpered in tears.

  “He died.”

  “How did he die?”

  Her eyes closed as they flooded with tears. “I can't.”

  “Answer me, you bitch!”

  A scream tore from her throat at the severity of the next few strikes. The sound of the belt making violent contact with her flesh made her fearful and the agonizing stings hit with such force, she knew he must be leaving marks on her. Her ass bloomed and heated with the same fiery rage she felt emanating from Nimbus.

  “A black angel killed him.” A startled gasp slipped from Sonya when he grabbed her by the hair and jerked her head up so she could see him kneeling beside her.

  “Which black angel?” His face was a boiling cauldron of fury as he interrogated her for answers he already possessed.

  Her eyes lowered, unable to hold his gaze while she struggled to tell him what she couldn't bear to.

  “Look at me, goddamn you!”

  Her eyes ascended swiftly to meet his angry ones.

  “Look me in the eye and tell me what you did to our son,” he ground out in a ruthless tone.

  Tears poured down her cheeks. “I killed him.”

  She wept and closed her eyes, feeling tortured inside.

  “Why did you kill him?”

  “Because he was attacking Portland. I had to save the people.”

  “Goddamn it, don't you dare lie to me!” He grabbed her jaw so tightly her lips puckered. She choked on a sob at the anguish in his furious eyes. “Why were you required to do so in the first place? What is at the root of your motive for killing Sully?”

  Her eyes squeezed shut. A tiny cry of pain mangled in her throat when he twisted her breast in retaliation for her disobedience.

  “Close your eyes again and I will torture you. Now look me in the eye and answer the bloody question.”

  “I wanted to be forgiven,” she whispered.

  He released her chin and slapped her hard across the face before standing. “Was it worth it, you two-faced traitor? Is your redemption worth the life of your son and losing my favor?”

  She wept silently as her lids descended.

  “Answer me!”

  Sonya cried out when the belt bit at her ass in several violent slashes. A bloodcurdling scream tore from her when he lashed at her thighs with the punishing instrument. “I don't know!”

  She bawled uncontrollably through the storm of physical and emotional agony.

  “You always were torn,” he snorted. “You never could commit fully to God or to me. He doesn't want a divided heart. Do you think I do?”

  Her heart ached and she sniffled as she watched her teardrops ping onto the floor. “Why did you come back? I was doing just fine and now you want to damn me again?”

  “You were not fine.” Nimbus belted her across her butt and thighs, ignoring her pained outcries. “You got my name and Sully's tattooed on your ass. You regret turning your back on us every day of your life.”

  “No! I don't. I want to be good.” She refused to examine his accusation for any signs of truth.

  “You're no good.” He spanked her harder all over her legs and backside. “You slept with other men without my permission. You told Dante you loved him.”

  Sonya wailed at the beating and how tormented Nimbus seemed by her actions. “But it was you all along.”

  “You didn't know that!”

  Her butt cheeks and thighs felt like they were on fire and they ached terribly beneath the punishing force. She sobbed and pleaded for him to stop, but he wouldn't.

  “And you rammed a stake into my chest earlier.”


  “I didn't know it was you.” She cried as he continued to spank her hard.

  Nimbus let up and came around to the front of her. He fisted her by the hair and made her look at him as he knelt down to her level. “And if you had? Would you have killed me in your pursuit of redemption?”

  Sonya stared at him, not knowing how to answer that without condemning herself. “You're not a vampire.”

  “What if I was?”

  “I don't like to play what if games.”

  He stood and set the belt aside, returning to her with a wooden paddle. His features tightened with sadistic authority. “Did you really think your spanking was over? Your crimes against me were unforgivable. Your punishment shall be likewise.”

  “But I'm already in so much pain.”

  “Good. We're just getting started.”

  Sonya sobbed and cried out as he whacked her ass and thighs with the broad paddle. It sounded like a volley of gunfire as it cracked against her skin with merciless thuds that inflamed her flesh in every place it touched.

  “Cruxim take orders from Cassiel. Do you think I want you taking orders from him, Sonya?” Nimbus paddled her harder. “You know how much I despise him.”

  “I can't help it. He's in charge of the black angels.”

  “He's not your master,” Nimbus growled as he beat her fanny, making it flare with hot, aching misery. “Who is your master?”

  “God.” Sonya cringed when he beat her good for that one. She knew it wasn't what he wanted to hear.

  “Who is your master, Sonya? To whom did you lose your virginity? Who was it that made you into a pony and got you to piss on yourself in public?” He emphasized each question with a fierce slap on her sore bottom. “For whom did you willingly sleep with twenty demons in hell? Who was the one you sold your soul for and mated with in human and demonic form?”

  Her heart moved and broke in remembrance. “You.”

  “Call me Master, Sonya. Earn back my forgiveness with your allegiance.”

  It scared the hell out of her that she was tempted to. She shook her head frantically. “No. I don't need your forgiveness. I want to be good.”