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I returned to Grace’s side and slit her throat.
That was better.
Cain nodded, cleaning away more blood from his face, but he ended up smudging it on his cheek and mouth. He slit the other girl’s throat and flicked the blade in the air to remove the excess blood from it.
Daiman stepped beside me. “It’s a shame she was picked. I would have loved to take her for the ride of her life.”
I glared at him. “Hold your tongue, brother. Lucifer is always watching and listening, and I’m sure he wouldn’t be pleased to hear you say she was wasted.”
I was met with his fierce glare, his dark crimson eyes filled with anger. He knew the Prince of Hell was constantly listening to us, and his narrowed gaze showed that he wanted to rebel against him.
I stopped my thoughts from straying into dangerous territory. All I could think was,I know, brother. I wanted her, too.
There was something special about Grace, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I clenched my fists as I recalled the way she danced and sang along to my music. I turned away from Daiman and descended the three steps from the altar. The clack of my shoes on the marble floor echoed as I headed toward the back door. I needed a moment alone before I left here.
My cock wouldn’t stop throbbing, needing the release.
* * *
I shed my clothes inside the grand bathroom. Steam curled from the top of the large walk-in in-ground tub. It could fit ten people, but only I would occupy it tonight. I lowered myself into the water, groaning from the bite of pain as my body met the heat. My skin reddened, yet my cock wouldn’t go down. I walked to the middle of the tub, my head barely above the water. I held my breath, closed my eyes, and dipped beneath the surface.
“Grace.”
Vacant green eyes flashed in my mind.
“Grace.”
Screams filled my head.
“Grace.”
I surfaced, blowing bubbles from my nose and mouth, and took a deep breath while pushing back my wet hair. I opened my eyes, lips parted and chest heaving as I caught my breath.
“Grace.”
I turned, looking behind me at the doorway that led out of the sanctioned bathroom.
“Grace.”
I searched the room, narrowing my eyes, trying to find the person who called for a dead girl.
The image of vacant moss-green eyes reappeared in my mind. More screams followed.
Guilt wasn’t something I felt. Even as a newly created angel while I still served God, I never regretted anything in my life. After the Fall, I became cold and callous. My world had changed, and a hole was left inside my chest where my heart should be. I’d always enjoyed inflicting pain on others. Even now, while angels and demons battled in a never-ending war, the pain I caused while ripping the wings from God’s favored warriors filled me with satisfaction. When I killed human women for Lucifer, my dick hardened from their screams and tears.
I didn’t feel guilt, but Grace’s eyes and screams plagued me, which turned me on even more.
Someone whispered her name in my mind, luring me to them and successfully gaining my attention. They wanted that, and they got it.
“Grace.”
I clenched my jaw and sat on the bench inside the bath. Leaning my head against the ledge, I rested my arms by my sides and closed my eyes. Innocent moss-green eyes stared back at me.
I dropped my head and glared at an upside-down cross with Jesus nailed to it on the wall across from me. It hung there as if it were mocking me.
Grace’s screams filled my mind, and I gritted my teeth.
My cock still wouldn’t deflate. It yearned to bury itself in a woman and empty my seed into her womb.
