Cursed Angels

by Edwards, Anna

  Archer

  I’m sure I should feel something when they drag the broken and bleeding boy away, but I don’t. My common sense says I should sympathize, but my brain has shut down. I wipe the blood from the cane, fold it up, and place it back into its box. My back is hurting, but it isn’t the pain of a strain from my recent exertion. It’s a reminder of something I’ve forgotten. I cannot dwell on it though. I have a job to do. My task is to instill discipline into the pupils here at The Factory. We cannot have them floundering our rules in this manner. My name will become synonymous with command. They will fear the path I walk lest they tread wrong upon it. Where is all this coming from? I rub my temples where the last vestibules of a headache still linger. It’s still early, but my body feels off. I think I’ll return to my rooms for a while. The discipline can wait; I’ve sent a big enough warning for today.

  My rooms are warm and welcoming when I enter, and my butler stands there ready to serve. I ask him for a coffee and retire for a shower. I throw my jacket onto the floor, somehow knowing it will be neatly hung back in my wardrobe when I’ve finished washing. My shirt is tossed toward what looks like a linen bin. It feels strange to have such luxuries in my life. Clean clothes feel alien to me. I’m not sure why though? So much feels strange at the moment. It’s like they have plucked me out of a previous life and stuck me in this one. It all feels familiar even though I know for certain it is new. It’s the oddest feeling in the world. I look at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Yes, it’s definitely me. Who knows what is going on, but while I have my own personal butler, I’m not going to complain because something tells me this is the best I’ve ever had it.

  “Do you take sugar?” A feminine voice has me spinning around.

  The head of the company stands in front of me with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. I step forward and take it from her. “Miss Ward, what can I do for you?”

  “I wanted to see how the punishment went. Does the boy know not to try anything like that again?”

  I snigger. “I doubt he’ll be trying anything for a while. Moving in anyway is not going to be high on his list of priorities for the next few days.”

  “You’ve done well on your first task. I’m pleased.”

  “You come here to offer me a reward?” I ask with profoundly evident sarcasm. Miss Ward looks fucking hot in her tight skirt that skims the curve of her J-Lo ass. Her blouse is open just enough to allow me to see the swell of her breasts. My cock grows hard within the tailored pants I’m wearing. She looks down at the tenting I have going on and licks her lips.

  “Well, that wasn’t exactly why I came here, but it could be a perk to my job. Your easy enough on the eyes, and there have been enough rumors as to what a big boy you are. Mind you, it all depends on what you do with it.” She raises a playful eyebrow at me.

  “Baby, you know I’m good to go whenever you are. See if you can keep up and all that.” I probably shouldn’t tease this woman, but I’ve always been a cocky asshole. The chase is as much a part of the fun as sticking my dick in the hole. But Miss Ward is my boss, and she seems the sort who likes to get her own way.

  “I knew there was a reason I chose you for this position.” She gives as good as she gets when she puts her hand against my chest and pushes me back against the bed. “Remember this, Archer King, we may be about to fuck, but that is all it is. You screw me over, and I’ll rip your balls from your body and feed them to my dogs while you watch. You’re scratching an itch I have. This doesn’t improve your position within this company any more than it is. You get up tomorrow, and you do whatever the fuck I ask you to do. I created you, and I can destroy you.”

  “Are we talking or fucking?” I’m not going to give her an inch. Something inside me is telling me I shouldn’t allow her power over me. I should walk away from this right now, but my dick has taken over my brain, and he wants inside the sweet pussy on offer. She rips her blouse open, the pearl buttons scattering over the floor. Damn, her tits look good encased in an ivory bra. I can’t wait to bury my head in them and suck the nipples that peek through the gossamer material.

  “Nice,” I offer.

  “Only nice?” she retorts.

  “Well, I need them a bit closer to properly appraise.”

  She reaches around behind her and lowers the zip on her skirt. The fabric skims down over her muscular thighs to the floor and reveals stockings and suspenders but no knickers. I knew it! She is just the sort of woman to be dressed like this. Ready to part her legs should the occasion arise but doing it with classy style.

  “Better.” I let her have this time while admiring her nearly shaved pussy. The thin line of chestnut hair trailing down toward a succulent treat.

  “I was warned you had a mouth on you. I’m glad I didn’t tell them to fix it,” she purrs while coming to the bed and straddling my hips.

  “Comes from having nothing I care about anymore.”

  She balks. I can see it but cannot place the reasons why. Does she want this to be more? I thought it was just a fuck? Something tells me I should care about this. I should ask questions. Is there something she is hiding? But my brains, the big one and the little one, tell me to quit thinking. Rebekah centers herself with a deep breath and a grind of her hips over my still-covered cock.

  “You going to get yourself off with a dry hump, or you going to get me out of my pants?” I place my arms behind my head and lean back against the soft pillow.

  I can see the moments of indecision in her head. She wants to retain her control as the boss at The Factory but is starting to figure out I don’t give it up in the bedroom. She shuffles her hips back and unbuckles my belt. I don’t take my eyes of her the entire time. I want to watch the expressions on her face. It’s the way you read people’s intentions. I feel her lower my zip, and then her tiny hands circle around my hard cock and pull it from its hiding place. Her eyes flicker when she sees the size. I wasn’t only blessed with arm muscles that can bench press a giant panda but also a cock that when erect makes a woman’s eyes water.

  Rebekah Ward though, she’s an enigma. She actually smirks, and after a couple strokes, introduces my cock to her pussy. I push up into her warmth, the muscles of her vagina stretching all around me, so I can fill her to the hilt. She feels good, and I lose myself in the gentle rock of her hips. She takes a few seconds to adjust to my size then slowly starts to raise and lower herself up and down my length. Her C-cup tits bounce when her movements quicken. I’m content to lay back and let her take her pleasure. My dick can do the work for the first orgasm.

  Rebekah continues to rise and lower over me. I can feel her tightening, and she elicits small whimpers. They intrigue me, because in that moment, they make her weak. That noise comes from the fact that I’m inside her. I’m stretching her in the most intimate place on her body to cause her pleasure.

  She is my boss, but in this moment, I possess her. She cannot reach her orgasm without my cock. It gives me a power, a strength which surges through my body. Fuck. This is too slow. I flip her over onto her back in a fluid movement that is almost magical. My cock swells even more. It’s to be soaked in her juices. She bites her lip, and eyes sparkling with mischief dare me to take her as I want. My hips buck backward, and in an animalistic thrust, I bury myself within her again. She cries out, but if it’s from pain, I don’t care. If she wanted the unleashed Archer King fucking her, then she’s going to get it. She’s going to get the monster she created. Fuck. She created me. My rhythm falters for a second.

  “Archer,” she snarls. “Don’t tell me you aren’t going to live up to the reputation?”

  I shift my hips so that every millimeter of her pussy will feel my dick and know it’s me inside her, and I’m not coming out until she’s screaming my name in ecstasy. She gasps, and her eyes darken. They’re as black as the witching hour with no moon.

  She looks demonic in that split second.

  I pull back and thrust hard. I find my rhythm, and it’s punishing. She w
ants a monster, she will get one. I will fuck her so raw she’ll need a cushion to sit on for at least a week. The entire board will know she has been in my bed; the screaming orgasm I’m about to give her will tell them that as well. Her pussy clamps down on my dick. She’s close. Time to send her over the edge. I bend down to her breasts and take a nipple into my mouth. I want to fool her into thinking I will be tender with the buds that scream out for my teeth, so I flick my tongue over the nub. She groans in frustration. She’s close, but not falling over the precipice until I say she can. My hips still gesticulate wildly the entire time I tease her breasts. I go to the other and do the same.

  “Fuck, Asher, just bite me,” she growls out.

  “Patience,” I respond. “You don’t get to come until I’m ready for you to do so. This pussy is for my pleasure. I’ve not had my fill of it yet.”

  “You aren’t in charge,” she hisses.

  “When you’re in my bed, I’m in charge.” I push hard into her to emphasize my point. There is no better way to show someone you mean something than by shoving your dick into them. “I’m not a toy soldier anymore. I’m the man who does the punishments for you. I have no conscience. You saw to that. You want a loving person to fuck, then you need to reprogram me.” Reprogram me? Shit. What the hell was I talking about? I’m losing it.

  I bite down on her nipple, and she shatters around my cock. Her inner walls massaging my own release from my body. I empty deep within her in an endless flow. It hits me midway that we didn’t use any protection.

  “Shit.” I pull out and jump off her, still coming into my hand. She groans out a lamenting cry of frustration when her orgasm subsides. “We didn't use anything.”

  I expect her to start panicking, but instead she throws her head backwards and laughs.

  “Rebekah?” I enquire, not expecting this reaction.

  “Miss Ward,” she corrects me with venomous scorn.

  “What the fuck?” I wipe my cum-covered hands on a tissue from the box on the nightstand.

  “You wanted your moment in charge, and you got it. The only time you will get it is when we fuck, because I made you, and I can destroy you. Just like I did your predecessor. This is a warning, Archer King. When I come to your bed, you’ll make me scream like you just did, and I’ll take care of the precautions.” She slides from the bed, and I see my release dripping down her thighs. She takes a hand and wipes it through the essence. She brings her hands to her mouth and licks it clean. Fuck, I don’t know whether to wither in fear or come again. My dick decides the latter and hardens once more. “Listen to what your little brain wants. Switch your big one off. This is the future, Archer. Embrace it, and you will be rich beyond your wildest dreams.” She comes over to me and dips her hand between her legs again, our combined essences coating her fingers this time. She brings them to my lips, but I keep them shut and stare her down.

  “You were born to be a god here. To rule at my side, if that is what you choose. Make your decision. Allow the conditioning to consume you and give you the life you deserve.” She licks one side of her finger and then presses it back against my lips for a second time. I have a decision to make. I submit. It’s the only decision I can make. I let my mind go blank, stick my tongue out, and seal our deal.

  Chapter 9

  Samara

  My body aches, a beautiful freeing pain. When I roll over, Hunter is there, sprawled in the sheets we were tangled in last night. I gave him everything. And in that moment, I lost Archer. I offered myself to Hunt, allowed him to consume me, but deep down, I know as much as I’ve given up on my love for a man who’ll not return to me, I’ll never stop loving him.

  The guilt of what I’ve done weighs on my chest, heavy and unyielding. Shoving off the bed, I silently pad into the bathroom so as not to wake Hunter. His brown hair is messy, his full lips are parted in gentle breaths, and his toned, masculine torso greets me as I drink him in like a fine wine.

  Once I’ve shut the door I take in my reflection. A freshly fucked glow pinkens my cheeks. My eyes are alight. They shimmer with life, with affection. My lips are plump from kissing, from being kissed. But it’s my tanned flesh that causes me to intake a sharp breath.

  Dotted over my breasts, on my stomach, and hips are blue and purple bruises. Love bites. Giggling, I turn to find one on the curve of my ass. I haven’t had these since I was a teenager. Since . . . Archer.

  “Where are we going, Arch?” He’s strong, beautiful, and he has made me feel safe when he’s around. We’ve been running for a little while on the grounds of the orphanage, but he hasn’t told me where we’re going. His hand is gripping mine possessively, and even though it should scare me, it only instills need inside me.

  It’s my sixteenth birthday today, and he said he’s planning to get us out of here. He’ll be eighteen soon. And I can’t wait to be with him all the time. Last night was scary. They took me into one of the rooms. The doctors told me it was a test, to make sure I’m healthy. They prodded and poked me with needles until my body was sore all over.

  I haven’t told him yet, because I know if Archer finds out, he’ll do something stupid. I don’t want him to. I need him here, where I can lie in his arms. So, I stay silent about what happened. When we finally stop, I notice a small clearing where there aren’t any cameras. We can’t be seen.

  “Surprise,” he says. The smile on his face lights his eyes. They shimmer with affection. With love. My heart expands in my chest. The emotion sitting in my throat makes it difficult to swallow. “I thought we could celebrate your birthday alone.”

  “But,” I start, glancing behind us to find we’re far from the house, and the small space he’s found is indeed hidden from the guards who walk the perimeter. “Why do we need to be alone?” I question, turning my gaze back to his.

  “Because today, I’m going to show you something special. I’m going to show you how much I love you.” His words cause butterflies to flip-flop in my belly. He helps me onto the small blanket he’s set out then joins me, leaning in to plant kisses on my neck and on the curve of my small, teenage breasts.

  “We’ve . . . I mean, we’ve . . .” I don’t know what I want to say as I stumble over my words.

  “Shh, sweetness. I’m going to love you,” he coos, calming my nerves but never stopping the racing heart that seems to pound away in my ears like the beat of a drum. Gently, he nudges my tank top down. His mouth finds my small, rose-colored nipple. His teeth graze along the hardened peak, causing me to whimper.

  Dark eyes pierce me as he settles himself between my thighs. I can feel his hardness pressing against me where I need it, where I ache for it. But he doesn’t take himself out. He merely moves down my body, licking and kissing. When he reaches my stomach, he sucks the soft skin into his mouth so hard I cry out. His teeth bite down harder than I thought someone could without sucking my blood too. When his mouth pops off with a loud smack, I watch in awe as the bruise turns a bright red.

  “You’re mine now. Marked,” he utters. The words cause my pussy to pulse around nothing. His fingers normally fill me up, but he hasn’t taken my virginity. He told me it’s precious. I need to keep it for him until we’re free.

  “I love you, Arch,” I murmur as he moves his face between my splayed thighs. That’s why he told me to wear a skirt. He shoves it up around my hips, his fingers tugging at my blue cotton panties as he pulls them down my thighs.

  “I love you, sweet girl,” he rasps. His mouth lowers onto my wet entrance, lapping at me like a thirsty dog. He licks, suckles on my clit, and taunts me by pushing his tongue into the hole that’s so wet for him. He growls like an animal as my body spasms around him. “That’s it. Come for me, Mara.” He coaxes my wetness, drinking me like a glass of water, like his sustenance.

  My eyes roll back when his fingers open me, when his tongue delves deeper as if trying to inhale every drop of me, as if he’s trying to draw my soul out and devour it. I’ll gladly give it to him, offering it as a sacrifice for th
e love he’s offered me.

  “Buttercup?”

  The word drags me from the memory of my first orgasm with Archer’s mouth on me. The way he made me feel as if I was flying.

  “I’m in here,” I call to Hunter, hoping to calm the erratic emotions in my chest and in my voice. The door opens, and there in all his naked glory is the man who’s heard part of my story and is still here.

  “Are you okay? You look flushed.” He closes the distance, grasping my cheeks in his hands, holding me steady. A small smile plays on his lips. “You’re beautiful any time of the day. You know that?”

  “Not really,” I utter. Then, out of nowhere, tears stream down my face. Hot, fat, scary tears. “I’m so broken. Why would you want me, Hunt?” I fall into his arms suddenly at the rush of emotion racing through me.

  What I recall of my sixteenth birthday wasn’t only the beautiful afternoon spent with Archer. It’s what happened that night. The same night I believed the man I loved left me, but it’s only because of me. I was the reason he left, and now I don’t know how to live with the guilt.

  “Why don’t we go pay a visit to the first name on our list?” Hunter asks, lifting my face to his. “You’re always incredible when you fight, and I think it’s time to reclaim your past. This,” he says as he swipes away the tears, “is you remembering. I want you to finally have your revenge.” He’s adamant, and I nod. I can’t deny it will feel good. The first name on the list is the man who finally broke me, who took what Archer was meant to have.

  It wasn’t beautiful. It wasn’t romantic.

  No, the moment I lost my innocence, my virtue, was the day I shattered into a million pieces. And that was the moment I vowed to avenge myself and the boy I once loved.

  “I’ll be ready in ten minutes,” I inform Hunter with my blood heating, ready for a fight. He smirks. The sexy, naughty curl of his lips tells me he’s ready for this as much as I am.