Chapter 44 Azrael
Azrael
I watched her from the doorway as she slept. It was the middle of the day, but I couldn’t help myself. I needed her again. Her beautiful wet cunt was so damn perfect, and the noises she made?
My cock throbbed again, my hand tightening on the cane. I hadn’t allowed her to sleep for more than a few hours a night since I brought her here. I’ve gotten very little information from her, but what I had gotten from her was priceless.
My little fractured sinner was a slut for me.
Late March 29th
“We have a message to deliver,” Bishop stated, getting up from his desk and grabbing his jacket.
I barely spared him and his brothers a glance as I gave them a dismissive wave. I didn’t care. I was busy diverting a plane to come back to the states.
Jacky boy and his little daffodil may not be going straight to her father this time around, but I couldn’t risk them getting any sort of information on his whereabouts. There was nothing in Dubai but a former associate of Charles. He was already dead, but once again, they didn’t need to know that.
My phone buzzed thirty seconds after the diversion was confirmed.
The Angry One
Are you fucking serious!
I ignored it, returning my attention to the monitor only to pause when I caught sight of a little sinner standing in my doorway.
Scarlett stood in the doorway wearing a crimson red dress with black accents. It was a dress meant to show off her breasts, her long neck, her arms, her legs, and her ass. It only fell to just barely cover it.
She stood with her hands behind her back, half her hair carelessly thrown up in a large red bow that peeked out from behind the top of her head.
One of the chefs had given her the haircut she had wanted just yesterday. Fringe bangs that fell into her eyes, fading into layers, shaping her face and making her neck look longer, her jaw more pronounced.
She caught her red glossed lip in her teeth, looking at me with those hazel eyes.
“Please,” she was begging without saying a thing.
I angled my head up, my cock already hard, ready to take her.
She was slowly finding her voice. Begging me for this was a good step. “Hello, little sinner.”
She started forward, keeping her eyes locked on mine, the pleading getting louder the closer she came.
She came up to the other side of my desk and stopped, glancing at her breasts and back.
After all that we had done since she arrived, I knew her breasts were her favorite part of her. She had this primal need to watch them bounce. She craved to have them squeezed, slapped, pinched, and bitten. She was obsessed with them.
So I was, too.
I still had work to do, but there was no reason I couldn’t service us both.
I pushed out from the desk and opened the bottom drawer, pulling out something I know she’s never seen.
I took the leg strap and buckled it around my thigh, tightening it down painfully so it wouldn’t move.
After I was sure it was secure, I grabbed the lube from the drawer and dripped it over the ridges and grooves of the silicone strap before returning the lube to the drawer.
The strap wasn’t a dildo, but just something to cause stimulation to her cunt, give her what she wanted, while I finished my work.
When I looked back to her, she quickly looked up, stepping away from the desk.
I couldn’t help the smile that touched one corner of my lips. Curious little creature.
“Come here.”
A small flick of the lips and a hop towards me told me exactly how excited she was.
“Close your eyes and turn around.”
She did exactly as I asked without hesitation.
I undid my tie and tied it around her eyes, her hands tightening above her ass.
I tightened it down and knotted it. I couldn’t have her seeing my computer screen, not yet. She wasn’t ready.
“You’re going to work hard for your orgasm today,” I told her, leaning back in my chair, “and then I’ll give you what you so desperately want. Sit.”
I picked up the back of her dress and gently pulled her back, guiding her over my thigh.
She inhaled sharply at the warmth of the lube, shivering slightly before she finally moved her hips and settled, her entire body shaking.
“Ah,” I told her when she started to move her hips. “Wrists.”
She shuddered, lifting her hands, pushing her wrists together, her legs already shaking.
I reached into the top drawer of my desk and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. I clipped them on each wrist and tightened them down until they nearly pinched. “Have at it, sinning doll. Work for your end.”
She didn’t wait.
As soon as I gave her the word, she started grinding herself against my thigh, moving her hips, pushing herself down, leaning back, her hands finding her right breast and squeezing hard.
I tried to return to my work, I truly did, but fuck.
Instead, I leaned back and watched her. Watched as she moved and lurched and sped up her own rhythm.
For a woman who was never given anything her entire life, she learned about herself very quickly.
She knew how she liked it, what her body needed the most to enjoy the feelings she got.
She craved the attention, the pain, the rush.
She wanted it all.
And who was I if not a doting husband?
After a minute, she started whimpering, her body shaking, her feet stretching up on their toes. She had pulled her dress down to reveal her breasts, squeezing and twisting, even going as far as to find the bruises I had left before and pressing into them.
I could feel her arousal and the lube soaking my pants around the straps, my cock fighting to break free, my nails digging into the arms of the chair as I watched her unblinkingly cum just for me.
She shook and writhed, moaning softly into the room before she collapsed.
But before her body even fell into mine, I was shoving her up and into the desk.
I threw her dress up and tore my belt out, wrapping it around her neck and cinching it down.
She whimpered again, her hair pooling over her tits and the desk, her pussy dripping wet.
I pulled my cock out and leaned over her, pressing her hips hard against the edge of my desk. “You’re not done yet, my divine little whore.”
I leaned back and pushed my cock into her, watching it disappear into her tight cunt.
She shook in need, shoving her hips back the best she could only to be shoved back painfully, my cock sinking into her far quicker than I wanted.
She panted and I tightened my hold on the end of my belt, pulling her head back, cutting off her air.
I grabbed onto the desk just beside her hips and started fucking the energy right out of her.
I forced myself balls deep, knowing that she still wasn’t used to it.
I tightened the belt, knowing that she couldn’t breathe.
I slammed into her without remorse, knowing that it would leave bruises on her hips.
And she cried tears of joy.
She spread her legs, begging for me to go deeper.
She pushed her hips up.
She removed her blindfold, pulling at her own hair, and looked down, watching her tits bounce while she held onto the desk.
She groaned while her face turned cherry red.
“That’s it, Scar, this is what you get when you beg.”
Present Day
I wondered if she had put together by now that my cock had a few modifications to it. Pearls embedded into the entire length of the top of my shaft, an apadravya, and a deep shaft. I was a slut for pain too.
She had gauze wrapped around the small cuts I had made on her arms and legs.
The upside down cross on her chest was scabbed over now, but still a little red around the edges, so doctor Manson was staying an extra night to keep an eye on it, although I didn’t think it had an infection.
It was difficult to keep her skin from looking red and blotchy when I had her shackled, chained, and pressed up against every surface in this place.
I was ready for another session, but I had other things to deal with before church tomorrow, and she needed the rest.
Two hours later, I was driving up to the building I had once called a place of dwelling.
Red was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, frowning. “Where have you been for the last week?”
I swiped my finger across the pad and pushed open the front door. “Busy. Why has Uncle dearest summoned us?”
She was stewing beside me as we walked through the building. “I have no idea. Malachi is away on business, so he’s handling this meeting, that’s all I know.”
“I’m disappointed in you, Red.”
She huffed. “The convoluted things you do just to not be surprised is absolutely insane.”
I twirled my cane. “You don’t know the meaning of the word.” I noted the emptiness of the halls as we made our way to our uncle’s office, located right next to the crime lord’s. It was March. Graduation was still four months away, so the fact that there wasn’t a soul to be seen was strange.
A few moments later, we stepped into his office, smaller than his brother’s, more humble of his beginnings. Our uncle hadn’t created this business by his brother’s side. His past was a little more mysterious than that.
In fact, he and father dearest were estranged until a year into the crime lord’s beginnings. Father dearest had only brought our uncle on because he needed help and advice. Our uncle was the smart one, younger, more willing to do the dirty work. He reminded me, in his earlier days, of Havoc.
Uncle dearest was leaning back in his chair, waiting for us, his blue eyes, softer than his brother’s, watching us steadily.
Red shut the door behind us as I stepped up to the chair and lifted a brow. “We’re here.”
He set his pen down and straightened. “Where is Everett in his planning?”
“I’ve encouraged him to push the start of the school to Fall,” I answered easily. “Building should begin in the next week or two, despite our father dearest’s clear disapproval.”
He hadn’t yet said anything about the start of the build, but I could see in his eyes the clear disdain.
Ever since the mountains first brought this idea up, our father, while his words were supportive, made it clear with his expressions and clear avoidance of the subject, that he didn’t like the idea.
“Good. In these last two weeks, he’s been less than…” His words trailed off, his eyes trailing aimlessly across the desk. He inhaled sharply and found my eyes. “We’re going hunting. It’s a big project, killing off any and all Initiates that we feel aren’t up to par with how we run things.”
A smile touched my lips. They’re finally doing what I suggested all those years ago. Clear-cutting the forest and starting from scratch. What better time than months before the school opens. “Congratulations, Uncle, you’re a serial killer.”
He frowned. “We have to go about this delicately, kill as many of them as we can before they start talking,” he went on. “We’re not killing them all—”
My smile fell. A mistake, truly.
“—just the ones we believe are most likely to use their power for evil.”
“An evil we don’t condone,” I said easily. “And those in higher positions?”
He sighed. “Untouchable, for now.”
“Okay, why bring us?” Red asked.
“Because we need everyone. Delicate means not moving in groups. The others have already been informed, and while I suggested Rae and Jack, Everett and Olivia, and Grey and Emily split up, they all made their case why they should stay together. Evelyn and Zo are already off on their own, now it’s your turn. I already have your assignments.”
“No,” Red replied before I could even get a word out. “I’m not leaving him.”
Our Uncle sighed. “While your loyalty is unmatched, we don’t have a choice.”
“Don’t mistake obsession for loyalty, Uncle,” I hummed distantly, my mind on my toy. I wasn’t going to leave my mission, not this close to the end, and my doll? Well, I certainly wasn’t going to leave her alone to please herself as she saw fit. That would be against the unspoken rules.
“Fuck loyalty,” Red responded. “This isn’t about loyalty. He’s a fucking psychopath, Becks, we can’t leave him alone for a second without—”
“He can handle killing people without you. It’s what he does best,” he said dismissively.
He wasn’t wrong, going on a spree was in my wheelhouse, the only problem? I wasn’t leaving Seattle any time soon. So he was just going to have to accept that or not bother asking for my help at all.
“He has a girl, Beckett,” she responded, a little too loudly for my liking. “He took her last Sunday and disappeared. She’s going to die if I can’t find where he’s kept her.”
His eyes shifted to mine. “A Claim?”
“No,” I answered evenly.
“Yes,” she said at the exact same time.
I should have poisoned her drink when I had the chance.
“I heard him,” she went on, causing my hand to tighten around the cane. “I heard him say the words.”
She bugged the church? I had to admit, I was impressed that she had the guts to do it, but it didn’t work well in my favor.
Why had I said the words? Because it was far more sacred than what Masters had written in his precious book.
Because if I was going to make a vow to my wife, I would do it the right way.
That precious Claim of theirs was about ownership, and ownership was what I craved.
“He claimed her and then disappeared. You know what he did to those girls before I got here. What do you think he’ll do to the girl he claimed?”
Uncle dearest found my eyes and raised a brow.
“Words mean nothing,” I said simply.
What was her game? If she wanted to stay with me so terribly, all she had to do was kill him.
Red scoffed. “Words mean nothing? That’s what you’re going with? That’s pathetic even for you, Azrael.”
I kept my eyes on our Uncle, feeling the anger start to build under my skin, and the way his eyes were hardening, I knew he could see it too.
He straightened. “Stay with him, Pops,” he ordered her. “And you,” he went on, his eyes trained solely on mine. “Get rid of her. If she’s not claimed, she’s a liability, one we don’t need. Wherever you have her holed up, end it. I expect a report by the end of the day.”
Well, I certainly couldn’t kill her.
I felt that smile as sharp as my sword. “Very well,” I said chillingly.
“Take Poppy with you. I want a witness.”
“Do you trust me so little, dear Uncle?” I hummed.
“Yes. You’re both dismissed.”
Without a second of hesitation, I turned on my heel and headed out into the empty hall, pulling my phone out within seconds.
Havoc answered. “What?”
“Has Alaric finished making that thing I requested?”
He was quiet a moment. “Yes.”
“Get it ready.”
“Do you want us to wake her up?”
“No, I’ll be there soon.” Them waking her up would only cause her to panic. I could have the chef do it, but I’d rather me be the first face she saw.
“What are you doing, Az?”
“Keep up, Red, you won’t want to miss the show.”