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Authors: Lexxie Couper
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man who’d plucked her fantasies from her shamed mind all those years ago and took her to a place she didn’t know could exist. A place of rapture and bliss.
The very man who’d promised her nothing but shattered her heart when, without word, he disappeared from her life.
The very man she’d falling in love with and would always love, no matter how much she hated him and herself.
Flynn Marsters.
She stared up at him, her pussy contracting on his thrusting, pummelling shaft, her climax scorching through her like a raging, ravenous bushfire, and cried out: “Flynn Marsters, you fucking bastard.”
***
Abaddon walked through The Wicked Lynx’s main gaming area, watching human and paranormals alike with detached interest. Everything was coming to plan. Flynn Marsters was under his control, albeit reluctantly and tomorrow night, the Daemon Moon would be in his—Abaddon’s—possession, not The Big Man’s.
He pictured the flawless stone, its clear diamond composition, its iridescent heart. Within that heart lay his freedom. The Big Man may have thought he’d won, but Abaddon rarely played by the rules, a fact more than one human and demon could attest to.
He curled his lip, letting the inferno that was his core radiate from his being, uncaring of the hisses of surprised pain from those around him. Losing a game of Poker to the head of the paranormal mafia had been foolish, especially when the stakes had been so high: his unquestioning service and obedience.
Not even the Fallen Angel, Lucifer Himself, owned Abaddon. Not until that stupid Poker game, and then, bam. Just like that, what should have been a winning hand became the lock on his imprisonment and servitude. Twenty human years. Who would have thought someone so obsessed with the disgusting human concoction peanut butter, could bluff so well?
Well, fuck that. He wasn’t anyone’s lap dog, least of all The Big Man’s.
The second he crushed the Daemon Moon in his fist, his contract was destroyed and his smiodan —his will —returned. Then nothing would stop him from having what he wanted. Power. Dominion. The souls of sinners and the blood of innocents. Oh, and the complete submission of The Big Man himself.
He smiled at the heady thought and an image came—rather unexpectedly—to his mind.
Katrina O’Lauchlan. The very delicious, very intoxicating Katrina O’Lauchlan. A woman who longed to submit, but fought that longing with every fibre of her being. Perhaps, when he was returned to his true power, he would take her after all. The Mouse—pitiful human that he was—would not be able to stop him doing so.
Striding through the crowd, he tuned his mind into her psyche, tasting her, smelling her, hearing her…
Christ. I’m going to come .
A wave of unadulterated pleasure stormed through Abaddon’s being—Katrina’s pleasure.
God, I’ve missed hearing you scream that. As much as I’ve missed being inside you .
The words—like those of a ghost—lashed at Abaddon’s pride and in blur of senses he saw Flynn Marster through Katrina’s eyes. Saw him moving over her body as though it were his . Felt him in her body, felt his cock swell and rupture and flood her cunt with his seed. Flynn’s seed.
Hands curling into fists, nails puncturing his flesh, blood seeping from the wounds, Abaddon let out a low, savage growl.
And, regardless of Los Magia law, dematerialised from The Wicked Lynx . Fury devouring him as he did so. Fury and unending rage.
Chapter Six
“How dare you?”
Flynn stared down at Katrina, his cock, still stiff and throbbing despite being drained by his climax, buried in her tight, wet sex. His heart told him to wrap his arms around her, hold her close and apologise for everything. But he couldn’t. His heart had no idea what was to come. “It was your bet, Kat, and you lost.” He traced a line down her profile, from forehead to nose, to lips to chin. “You’ve come a long way since the up-tight,
The very man who’d promised her nothing but shattered her heart when, without word, he disappeared from her life.
The very man she’d falling in love with and would always love, no matter how much she hated him and herself.
Flynn Marsters.
She stared up at him, her pussy contracting on his thrusting, pummelling shaft, her climax scorching through her like a raging, ravenous bushfire, and cried out: “Flynn Marsters, you fucking bastard.”
***
Abaddon walked through The Wicked Lynx’s main gaming area, watching human and paranormals alike with detached interest. Everything was coming to plan. Flynn Marsters was under his control, albeit reluctantly and tomorrow night, the Daemon Moon would be in his—Abaddon’s—possession, not The Big Man’s.
He pictured the flawless stone, its clear diamond composition, its iridescent heart. Within that heart lay his freedom. The Big Man may have thought he’d won, but Abaddon rarely played by the rules, a fact more than one human and demon could attest to.
He curled his lip, letting the inferno that was his core radiate from his being, uncaring of the hisses of surprised pain from those around him. Losing a game of Poker to the head of the paranormal mafia had been foolish, especially when the stakes had been so high: his unquestioning service and obedience.
Not even the Fallen Angel, Lucifer Himself, owned Abaddon. Not until that stupid Poker game, and then, bam. Just like that, what should have been a winning hand became the lock on his imprisonment and servitude. Twenty human years. Who would have thought someone so obsessed with the disgusting human concoction peanut butter, could bluff so well?
Well, fuck that. He wasn’t anyone’s lap dog, least of all The Big Man’s.
The second he crushed the Daemon Moon in his fist, his contract was destroyed and his smiodan —his will —returned. Then nothing would stop him from having what he wanted. Power. Dominion. The souls of sinners and the blood of innocents. Oh, and the complete submission of The Big Man himself.
He smiled at the heady thought and an image came—rather unexpectedly—to his mind.
Katrina O’Lauchlan. The very delicious, very intoxicating Katrina O’Lauchlan. A woman who longed to submit, but fought that longing with every fibre of her being. Perhaps, when he was returned to his true power, he would take her after all. The Mouse—pitiful human that he was—would not be able to stop him doing so.
Striding through the crowd, he tuned his mind into her psyche, tasting her, smelling her, hearing her…
Christ. I’m going to come .
A wave of unadulterated pleasure stormed through Abaddon’s being—Katrina’s pleasure.
God, I’ve missed hearing you scream that. As much as I’ve missed being inside you .
The words—like those of a ghost—lashed at Abaddon’s pride and in blur of senses he saw Flynn Marster through Katrina’s eyes. Saw him moving over her body as though it were his . Felt him in her body, felt his cock swell and rupture and flood her cunt with his seed. Flynn’s seed.
Hands curling into fists, nails puncturing his flesh, blood seeping from the wounds, Abaddon let out a low, savage growl.
And, regardless of Los Magia law, dematerialised from The Wicked Lynx . Fury devouring him as he did so. Fury and unending rage.
Chapter Six
“How dare you?”
Flynn stared down at Katrina, his cock, still stiff and throbbing despite being drained by his climax, buried in her tight, wet sex. His heart told him to wrap his arms around her, hold her close and apologise for everything. But he couldn’t. His heart had no idea what was to come. “It was your bet, Kat, and you lost.” He traced a line down her profile, from forehead to nose, to lips to chin. “You’ve come a long way since the up-tight,
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