4. Chapter

I saw the disbelief flicker across his face, and my smile only widened. Our faces were separated by just a few inches; the chains cut sharply into his shoulders as he strained against them. His shirt was tearing more and more with each subtle movement, revealing the hard ridges of his abdomen, the taut muscles shifting beneath his skin as the metal links scraped against him.

“Well,” he said, frowning slightly, “I suppose we’ll find out the truth soon enough.”

At first, I didn’t understand what was happening. Our eyes locked—and suddenly, I couldn’t look away. It was as though something invisible held me there, pulling me deeper into him. The trance grew stronger, and I could feel my thoughts blurring, my resistance slipping away. Then a strange scent filled my nose—spiced, intoxicating, otherworldly. Instinctively, I leaned closer, my hands clutching at his chest.

When I looked up at his face again, for the first time I saw something like emotion flicker there—disbelief.

“What… what’s happening to me?” I whispered, my voice trembling. My hand drifted to his shoulder, then up to his neck, tracing along the warm line of his skin. My mind was fogging, dissolving into something heavy and hot, something primal. All I could think about was how impossibly beautiful this creature looked beneath me.

“This can’t be,” he muttered. “It can’t be you…” He didn’t finish the sentence, only let his gaze travel down my body. My sweater had slipped from one shoulder, baring the curve of my collarbone and the top of my chest. His legs tightened between mine, trapping me, and I kept stroking the side of his neck without even realizing it. Something—some unseen force—was controlling me, pushing me to arch my back, to move just enough that I looked… inviting. My chest lifted, my spine curved, and I slid a little closer to him.

The angel of Hell looked back into my eyes then, and his own were burning. The chains strained, metal creaking as he leaned forward against them, desperate to get closer.

“This,” he said quietly, his tone smooth but commanding, “is what I would call an extraordinarily fortunate coincidence. So if you’ll excuse me, I intend to take advantage of it. Now—unlock me.”

His voice was soft, but the order in it was absolute. I couldn’t resist, though some part of me screamed that what I was doing was wrong.

My hands trembled as I began unlocking the restraints. Still sitting astride his thighs, I twisted to reach behind him, freeing his legs first, then his arms. With each click of the lock, I felt my will slipping further away. At the last one, I leaned down toward his stomach, fumbling with the key, my fingers shaking. I felt his hand brush the back of my neck, then trail down the length of my spine. When the final lock came loose, I started to sit upright again—and that’s when I felt his hands seize my hips, pulling me forward, up against him. His long fingers burned through the fabric of my pants as he dragged me closer until I could feel the hard shape pressing against me.

“It’s… it’s done,” I gasped, the words spilling out involuntarily. And with them, it was as though the haze suddenly lifted—I realized, with a shock of clarity, what I’d just done. I looked down at him, now completely free. An angel of Hell, unbound.

I was dead.

“Well,” he said, his smile dark and predatory, the dimples cutting deeper into his cheeks. “Now things are going to get interesting.”

He leaned in, his eyes gleaming with wicked delight, and gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze again. That intoxicating scent filled the air, thick and dizzying.

“Now,” he said softly, “start moving on me—as if the only thing that could soothe your hunger was my thighs… and my cock.”

My hips began to move on their own. Pleasure surged through me like fire in my veins, blinding, uncontrollable. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. There was only him.

“What’s happening to me?” I panted, my voice breaking.

“Well, darling,” he replied, his tone calm, almost amused, though edged with command, “what’s happening is quite simple—we’ve been bonded. It’s… rare for my kind.”

He held my hips, guiding my movements as he continued, his voice low and unhurried.

“You see, our race doesn’t reproduce easily. Only males have been born for centuries, and our kind is slowly dying out. We began searching for other species that might be compatible. Your bodies—your DNA—are almost identical to ours. You could have been perfect hosts. But there was a problem: we can’t impregnate anyone unless we find a genetic match. The perfect mirror of our own essence. At first, they tried to find it through tests, experiments—but it was tedious, unreliable. This—” his fingers dug into my hips, quickening the pace “—is much faster. And, I must say… far more enjoyable.”

“I… I don’t—” I gasped, trying to resist, but every instinct screamed otherwise.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a thunderclap in my skull. My hazy eyes found his black, endless stare. “Now tell me… do you know who Isaac is?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

“And he’s alive?” he asked, disbelief in his tone.

“I— I don’t know,” I whispered, shaking, my body betraying me as I teetered on the edge of something uncontrollable.

“I thought so,” he murmured. “Get off me.”

The words hit me like a blow, and I obeyed instantly, scrambling back. My palms hit the cold tile floor, and with the shock of contact, the haze began to lift. Clarity returned, crashing down like a wave—and with it, fury.

“You filthy, worthless piece of hell-born trash!” I shouted, throwing myself at him.

He moved impossibly fast, catching me mid-lunge, his hand clamping around my jaw like iron. He tilted my head up, forcing my eyes open until our gazes locked again.

“Kneel,” he said.

I dropped to my knees before him without hesitation.

“Now,” he continued, his voice smooth as sin, “go upstairs. Choose one of the rooms. Chain yourself to the bed. Pick whichever feels… most comfortable. Choose wisely, baby,” he added, his gaze sweeping over my kneeling form with dark satisfaction. “I plan to spend a great deal of time with you there.”