Reign A Romance Anthology - Nina Levine Page 0,220

and ruined hundreds of others. She didn’t want to think of those others. She knew what he’d become. What she’d made of him. She knew it, and in this moment she didn’t care. Because this moment—crystalline and clear—belonged to her.

He belonged to her.

Everything she’d never been able to take.

All her long-secret desires, bursting free of her chest in a dizzying rush.

Sera’s hand slid behind his neck and then she hauled his face toward her, their mouths clashing as the resistance in him died.

It was a yes.

His tongue thrust inside her mouth, and suddenly the tables were turned. She wasn’t the one in control of any of this. Hard hands captured her hips, and then his fingers were digging in, leaving bruises. He hauled her against him, until she could feel the brutish weapon in his slacks grinding against her.

It broke her concentration. Sera gasped against his mouth, struggling to keep her balance. This body might have come with an entire new set of instructions and strange desires, but she’d never given into it. There’d never been anyone that made her heart skip a beat, like he did. She was as virgin as they came, and this was the first time she’d come face-to-face with a cock, so to speak. Desire burst to life within her like an explosion, stirred by the lash of his tongue. It was overwhelming. An assault of the senses. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. She just wanted some sort of ending to this tension within her. It felt like her skin was containing every inch of raw desire until she wanted to burst.

Or maybe that was just her heart, skipping beats like a schoolgirl jumping rope, and the fact she was finally fucking kissing him.

Azazel’s hand slid over her ass and he hauled her against him. Grinding there, hard flesh digging into the slickness between her thighs.

He broke the kiss and shoved her back on the desk, his eyes blazing.

Sera gasped as she stared up at him. “What are you—?”

“Like I said….” His smile was cruel. “It ended. Badly. Innocence is a mirage. Love is a lie. And betrayal is the kiss of death. Even a demon can be fooled. Once.”

The word was a knife through the room.

He knelt on the desk between her thighs, leaning forward onto his knuckles. “So don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart. I don’t believe in mercy.” Fingertips stirred the hem of her skirt higher, until her breath caught. “But maybe you can earn it. Up.”

She barely dared think her way through the motion.

He slid his fingers under her skirt, tangling them in the strings of her G-string as her hips lifted. A single fierce pull and they were gone, torn in two. The sting of it marked her flesh.

“Maybe we should lay some rules,” she said, a little nervously.

A hand slid up her abdomen, slamming her back against the desk. “Maybe there are no rules.”

“Isn’t this—”

“Part your thighs.” He nudged forward, between them. “Part them and show me how much you want this. I promise you’ll like this, little angel. You want to be her? Then be her, just for one night. I will break you with pleasure. I will make you scream with need. I will do to you everything that I ever wanted to do to her.”

She had a fist in his shirt. “You won’t hurt me?”

Glory’s kiss, what had she gotten herself into?

His hard gaze shuttered. “Only if you beg me to.”

There was a wealth of meaning in those words, ones she was afraid she understood.

Sera nodded, and her voice came out in a small whisper, “Okay.”

He must have sensed her sudden nervousness.

Knuckles brushed between her thighs, the leather of his gloves sliding slick against her clit. It was shocking. Deliciously gentle. And she was so close to the edge that she didn’t think it would take her long to break. Not like this.

Sera gasped.

“Reach back,” Azazel insisted. “Grab hold of the handle on that drawer. And don’t let go. If you let go while I’m eating your pussy, I’ll throw you out of this club.”

“And if I don’t let go?” She complied, the wings digging in a little as she caught the handle.

Their eyes met.

He palmed her thighs, forcing them as wide as they could go. Her skirt slid up, and she was fairly certain she was bare to the world.

But he didn’t look. He merely stared through her, as if this was the moment he’d remember, once this was all done.

“They say that angels taught