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"This room was different. It was completely red and had sex machines everywhere. Poles hanging, a BDSM section, it had everything, they were only 3 people in it. One;a man in a jacuzzi, the other a woman getting head by another woman and then another woman just sitting there smoking. "Hi Sebastian, ouuu, whose the hottie?", The woman smoking asked. "Asher, new PA. Asher this is Valerie, my childhood friend", he said pointing to the woman smoking. "That's my best friend", he said pointing to the man in the jacuzzi ", he waved. "And that's Stephanie ", he said pointing to the woman at the other end.

Only, there are some traps. First being any tainted with a distinct black aura must never be absorbed. Evil lurks in these men, their thoughts each more scary than others. In her last life, there was a serial killer who killed almost a thousand people before getting caught. There was another who established a cannibal camp in the east. Eventually, both were decimated by the army, before throwing all the nuclei in the nuclear dump site. She probably should tell this to huo mei. I digress. Her first priority is the damned cactus plant, she's already feeling the compulsion urging her to go and pet the blasted thorny ball.

Chapter Two. AZAEL BLACKWELL. The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine.

I wanted the blur. “You know the crazy part?” I slurred and leaned heavily on her shoulder. “I think I actually like him, like I really like him. I’ve been with guys before. Nice ones. Safe ones. But nobody has ever fucked me like Zane does. Nobody makes me feel like I’m on fire and drowning at the same time and begging for more.” Mia’s mouth dropped open. “Lila. Are you ovulating right now? Because that’s some seriously horny talk.”

"You can take a tour outside this rest house. But don't go anywhere further. I might not find you or some animals will eat you alive. Perhaps a person can skin you alive also. We'll have breakfast in the city. Grab fruits there for you to eat for a while. I'll just take a shower and ran things quickly," "Yes, Dad," heading out as he heads upstairs. Exiting myself from the living room and close the door. A horse was the first thing I saw. A familiar one. The horse's hair was shining as the rays of the sun were striking on it. "Lyka?" Calling the horse and it yee ha! "Hi," covering my mouth as it shooked me. "You can speak, Lyka? Oh, God! This is incredible," but a finger poked me at the back

But deep in my chest, beneath the burning hatred, a tiny seed of unease had taken root. Why did his touch feel both repulsive and… familiar? Why did those emerald eyes make something ancient stir inside my sealed powers? I shoved the thought away violently. This was only the beginning. I would escape this place. I would regain my divinity. And when I did, Caelum Nikolaus would be the first to fall. As they pulled me down the corridor, I caught a snippet of nervous whispering between two maids watching from a doorway. “…east wing again. The master said no one is allowed near that room…”

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

I started leaving searching for Azrael in panic. Fuck thank God, fuck, fuck, fuck. “So, you’re going without the answers?” Adam muttered and I turned to look at him. “Don’t worry, I’ve got all the answers, right here…” Azrael beamed from the living room. A huge ass folder in his hands with a huge ass Halsey written on it. “I guess not…” I shrugged my shoulder, I can’t believe I was hating Azrael until now, I'm glad he portrayed himself useful.

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.

This caused Azrael to stop laughing. "Wait, you're serious about this aren't you? You really think I'm a submissive? "Honey I don't think it, I know you are! I smelled your slick, and it was mouth watering! It was the sweetest and most delicious scent I'd ever smelled in my entire life. It took everything I had not to rip your clothes off and spread your legs so I could dive my face in that ass of yours to lick it up!" Blake said and Azrael gulped. Blake smiled when he saw, for the first time Azrael's eyes begin to turn red. He knew he wasn't angry, he supposed he could be hungry, but he highly doubts that's why they turned red just now.