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“I cut them from my back and gave them to my brother to prove my loyalty,” he explained as he tightened his grip on her until her body was flush against his. “I can’t go back to heaven without them. Not that I’d ever want to, but it was a small price to pay to get Lucifer to believe me.”
Her violet eyes were wide as she stared up at him, and for some reason, he couldn’t look away from them. Not even when she sank an angel blade into his stomach and twisted.
It burned just like it had the last time.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered again. “I would rather die than go back.”
He growled his frustration, wishing she wasn’t forcing him to do this.
Dropping the scythe, he grabbed her chin and pushed, snapping her neck so quickly she blinked in surprise before her entire body went limp.
Such an infuriating creature.
Asmodeus took her blade and her scythe, tucking them both away before cradling her broken body against his chest.
Spreading his wings wide, he launched into the sky and wrapped an illusion around them, holding the lilim close.
Blood slid down his abdomen, and he decided he needed to figure out why the fuck she was so good at getting the upper hand.
Why she was so afraid to go back to hell.
It was extremely unlikely he was going to care about the answer, but he was curious enough he headed for his house in the mortal realm instead of going straight back to hell.
Answers were more important than his pride. That had never been his sin to bear anyways, but Lucifer’s.
No…his sin was lust, and considering the creature in his arms, he had a feeling he was going to sin again and ruin them all.
Soraya woke up in a kneeling position, of all things, her cheek resting on a warm thigh. She blinked, trying to remember if she’d fallen asleep like this or not.
Between his legs.
When she looked up, dangerous golden eyes were staring straight ahead instead of at her, but his hand was on the back of her head in such a possessive hold that her breath caught, pussy clenching before she remembered how she’d gotten here.
This asshole had snapped her neck instead of killing her for real.
It was even more infuriating that he’d stolen her two best weapons.
Well, if he thought that was all she possessed, then he was sorely mistaken.
But why the fuck was she kneeling at his feet?
Soraya took inventory of her body, deciding to stay silent for now.
Her ribs were healed, as was the hand he’d crushed. All the cuts and bruises he’d given her were gone, and even her wing was better.
Strange, they still hung from her shoulders instead of being tucked away like they usually were.
Her stomach flipped when she remembered that Asmodeus had wings that looked a lot like hers – not the angel wings she’d expected. He’d cut the others from his back. That level of dedication from a man who felt nothing but wrath…
Looking up without moving her head, she made sure to stay as still as possible just in case he wasn’t aware she was awake. Soraya took her time inspecting the Prince of Demons before she let herself freak out about everything else.
It was imperative she understand her enemy if she was going to get out of this somehow.
Asmodeus hadn’t specified that she had to beat him during their first battle, just that she had to win. So, she could probably argue best two out of three and choose something she could actually beat him in.
Winning a fight against him wasn’t something she could do no matter how good she was. He was just too fucking strong – too fast.
Too beautiful.
