Chapter 39 Chapter 39
I froze in the doorway, the blanket slipping from my fingers to pool at my feet like spilled blood. My heart cracked open at the sight of Apollo kneeling there, naked and raw, his powerful demon body a canvas of brutality—welts striped across his broad chest in angry red lines, bruises blooming purple on his thighs where my nails had dug in, his ass still faintly gaping from the drill and from Levi's merciless pounding, a trickle of dried cum crusting the dark hair between his legs. His wings hung limp, feathers glistened with sweat and flecks of his own blood, and his cock still hard from the silver ring I placed, sat heavy against his thighs, sitting hard, and leaking. His beautiful crimson eyes, that I love so much, which usually shone like fresh rubies, usually fierce with his demonic fire, now shimmered with unshed tears, vulnerability etching lines into his ageless face that made my chest ache like a fresh wound.
I had the sudden urge to drop to my knees, to wrap my arms around his bruised form and pull him against my silk-clad breasts, it surged hot and fierce within me. I wanted to kiss away the salt on his lips, to let my fingers trace the whip marks and whisper both apologies and forgiveness into his ear while my pussy throbbed with the need to feel him inside me again—not as punishment, but as proof of my ownership. To show him that he was more than just my possession. To touch everywhere that I had allowed both Elena and Levi to touch, to make him forget everything that had happened to him because of me in the past six hours. But I could not. The guilt gnawed deeper than the anger now, twisting in my gut with the memory of his screams mixing with moans, first from the drill then from Levi as his thick cock reamed Apollo’s hole wide, and then as Elena’s wet pussy grinded down on his face until she squirted helplessly. I had orchestrated it all, reveled in his pain and his submission, my own clit pulsing as the camera captured every degrading thrust so that I could not only relive it but so I could make money as others enjoyed it as I had. How could I comfort him when I could not forgive myself for turning our love into this savage dominance? For turning his pain into views for my channel. Not yet. The words stuck in my throat, heavy as the thick ropes I had tied around his wrists.
Instead, I crossed my arms under my tits, the sheer nightie doing nothing to hide my hardening nipples or the slick heat building between my thighs despite the turmoil.
“Why the fuck have you not healed those wounds, Apollo? Or at least thrown on some clothes? You look like a used whore kneeling there, blood and cum still dripping from your ass.” My voice came out sharper than I intended, laced with the dominance that still simmered in my veins, but underneath it trembled with the pain of seeing him so vulnerable.
Apollo's breath hitched, and tears finally spilled over, carving wet tracks down his cheeks as he kept his gaze locked on the floor, his bound hands—wait, no, I had freed him—clenched into fists on his thighs.
“I... I was waiting for your permission, Adrianna,” he whispered, voice cracking like shattered glass, raw from the screams and moans I had forced out of him earlier. “You have not given me permission to heal. Or dress. I do not deserve to, not after what I did. I deserve every mark left from the whip. Every drop of blood that has been spilled is justified when compared to my sins.” He swallowed hard, shoulders shaking as another sob escaped, his cock twitching faintly against his leg as if even pain stirred his need for me. “I regret it so fucking much—I only planned on torturing him then forcing him to take his own life. I am not making excuses, but when Levi showed up, I could feel what he felt. We knew that would doing that to Paul would break him, and I gave in to that temptation, fucking Paul like the animal I am. Raping him, breaking him until he begged, until his mind shattered... it was wrong. All of it. I should have returned to you and shared what I had learned. I should have asked your opinion first, let you be the one to decide his fate since you were the one he wronged.”
My pussy clenched at his words, a traitorous pulse of arousal mixing with the heartbreak, the air thick with the scent of his dried cum and the faint sulfur of his demon skin. I stepped closer, the hardwood cool under my feet, fighting the pull to touch him, to run my fingers through his dark hair and yank his head back for a bruising kiss. But I held back, jaw tight, anger and guilt warring in my chest like demons clawing for dominance.
He looked up then, eyes pleading, tears streaming freely now, his full lips parted on a shaky breath.
“Please, my love... let me stay. I will obey every command, endure every crack of the whip, every brutal fuck you demand. I swear on my horns, on my love for you, on whatever it is that passes for a soul, I swear that I will never touch another body again, human or demon—not their skin, not their holes, nothing. If I need to destroy a soul, I will confer with you first. I would rather rip out my own wings, bleed, become mortal and weak, than taste or touch anyone but you.” His voice broke into a sob, body trembling as he leaned forward slightly, knees spreading wider on the floor, exposing the raw pucker of his ass still swollen from the night's assault. “I will watch as you get railed by a thousand cocks, your pussy stretched and filled with their cum, if it meant I could stay by your side. Just do not send me away. Do not force me fuck anyone else. Please... I'm yours. Only yours. I belong to no other. If Lucifer demands my return to hell, I will tell him that he needs to get written permission from you first. Just please let me stay.”