WARNING🚧🚧:

I shouldn't be doing this again since I already did a warning thingy at the beginning of the book. Go back, read it and see what I mentioned there so you won't be shocked by this chapter.

There's violence here, a dub-noncon, and it is an explicit sex scene. So, if you don't like it, you can skip this chapter and wait for the next or simply stop reading.

Don't go reporting this book, you have be warned.

If you understand what I have just said, and you can stomach it, then proceed with caution.

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No alarm went off.

Nobody came running.

She bolted.

There was a circular driveway lined on both sides by a thick forest. Several cars were parked along the roadside, but they had no occupants.

Elodie turned around, gasping when she saw the looming house before her. It was something out of a billionaire's wet dream, with its towering heights and large brick walls.

The thought of going back into the hell house she'd just escaped from pushed her to run.

She headed straight for the forest, thinking she had no idea where she was, but it didn't matter. Her barefoot sliced open on twigs and rocks as she pushed herself into a mad run, her body barely registering the pain as fear and adrenaline pumped through her veins simultaneously.

She had no idea where she was going and there was no clear path for her to follow. Elodie turned every now and then, carefully not to accidentally run her way back to the house, and pushed herself until her lungs burned hotly like kindled coal and her thighs felt as though they were being stabbed with pins.

Low hanging branches slapped at her face, pulling at the strands of her unbound hair, and she slapped them away with her hands, getting scratched in the process, too. Her arms and legs stung with the scrapes she rucked up as she went, but she only partially cared.

Pain was little when freedom was on the horizon.

She should probably be sneakier, make less noise as much as possible, move less frantically just in case someone was tracing her steps, but the thought of what Angelo would do to her if he ever caught her spurred her on.

For so long, she was lost in her own head, that she barely registered the low humming sound slowly filling the air. Then, above the pounding of her heart, it registered.

Elodie slid to a stop when she realized that it wasn't coming from her. The sound came from all directions.

Spinning around in circles, she cocked her ear, eyes searching for any signs of movement, trying to locate its source but to no avail.

Was it coming from the house? Was someone else out here? Someone who could help her, prehaps?

No.

There was no way anyone could be out here.

It must be coming from the house.

Which only meant one thing...

Elodie cursed, running with more intent now, determined to put a lot of distance between her and the house, the sound and Angelo as much as she could.

The only solace she had was the headstart she'd gotten before the alarm sounded.

Everything flew by in a blur as she went, so she couldn't tell how much time had passed when she finally made out the telltale signs of car engines up ahead.

So, it wasn't as remote as she thought in the first place.

A relieved sigh left her lips and Elodie forced herself to keep going, climbing a small rock, gaze locked at the slope leading to what looked like a busy road.

She'd flag a car down and ask them to take her to the nearest station. She didn't care about the influence he had, no one would dare look away from a case of kidnapping.

It was better then facing Angelo's wrath, anyway, and while the police wouldn't do a thing, she'd at least have enough time to pack up her savings and Mace, and get them out of Sunset Bay.

She'd ask Jean for help, too.

It was a good plan as any.

Boss wouldn't be much help either, seeing as she'd tricked Elodie into accepting this job in the first place.

The sounds of a somewhat busy road grew louder the more she went down and just as she was about to roll down the slope, something dark and large appeared in her peripheral view.

Before she could turn, the shadow darted forward, slamming into her, taking the both of them down, away from the slope at a fast roll.

Stones, twigs and brambles scratched her face, and dug into her exposed arms as they went.

Elodie landed on her back with a thud that knocked the breath out of her, and she let out a painful groan as she stared up at the trees.

The shadow recovered faster than her, hands and legs already situating over her in an attempt to dominate and pin her down in place.

Elodie saw red.

She formed her palms into claws, and began to attack.

The figure above her cursed as she dug her teeth into the arm closest to her head, latching on with the ferocity of a terrier.

Screams of terror and pain left her lips as she punched, scratched at whatever flesh she came in contact with.

Strangely, underneath all that fear was...exictement?

Hell no, E2 groaned.

Angelo fought back as harder.

He growled and hissed at her like a dog.

The look in his eyes betrayed the animal he was as his irises began to get darker and darker.

He wasn't gentle when he planted a knee on her stomach and pressed down.

Elodie saw stars, but she retaliated with her fist, connecting it with his jaw. Instead of dazing him like she'd expected, it only pissed him off the more.

He roared like a bear, dropped down, and latched his teeth onto the spot between her neck and right shoulder.

Then, he bit down. Hard.

It wasn't a sexy bite nor a hot one, but a full on I'll-rip-your-guts-out.

He broke through the skin, digging in deeper as he moved his jaw back and forth.

Elodie screamed as tears of pain gushed out her eyes, and battered her hand against Angelo's chest, his back, the side of his head, his arms, but no matter where she touched, he held on still.

Angelo rewarded her efforts by digging his knees in deeper, biting down harder until the sharp smell of copper filled the air.

Elodie dropped her hand to the forest floor, fingers searching for anything to use as a weapon.

The minute her fingers closed around a small round object, she cried out, lifted it, and twisted to slam it into the side of his head.

Angelo saw it coming, even with his face buried in her neck, he knew somehow, and twisted at the last second so that the rock grazed his cheek, instead of hitting his head like she'd planned.

They both froze.

Elodie didn't need to be a genuis to know that she'd committed a grave error.

The man above her coiled, face slipping into a mask of rage and all of her senses seemed to narrow him on him, the rest of the world falling away, as hope became faraway.

Elodie wasn't the type to give up that easily. She'd fought her whole life to get to where she was, even when it seemed as though it would all come to a head, she'd held one. She'd never given up a fight, before. Look how far she'd come with Mace on her own for over seven years.

But, her fingers unfurled around the rock as though she was being controlled and the bloody weapon fell onto the bed of leaves beneath them.

She was shaking, Elodie realized, sweat from her run causing debris and leaves to stick all over her body, her breath coming out in short, shallow pants as though she was afraid to make too much noise to set off the man above her.

No.

Not man.

The archangel of death.

One currently coated in blood.

It was impossible to miss it, now that she noticed.

The thick, red liquid smeared across his face, arms, cheeks, glistening wetly in the evening sun trickling in through the canopy, lightning it up like a ruby under a beam of light.

The tear from where she'd cut him was also bleeding. It was clear that that was the only place he was hurt.

How had he gotten so much blood on him?

She hadn't heard a thing while escaping the house...who in the world had this bastard hurt again?

Elodie opened her mouth to beg for her own life using Mace as an excuse, but a wave of fear rolled over her, and she snapped her mouth shut, before a single word could escape.

As if drawn by the sound of her teeth snapping together, Angelo lifted his molten gaze from the discarded rock and finally settled back on Elodie.

She watched as a frenzied glint enter Angelo's eyes and she knew the exact second he was about to snap.

Not that it did her any good.

Elodie cried out, and tried to kick as Angelo tore her pants off her with ease. He flung them over his shoulder and they vanished into the bushes behind him, leaving her naked from the waist down.

With zero effort, she was flipped into all fours.

"No!" She shoved back at him as her legs were forcefully pulled apart, her ass tilting up into the cold air, exposing her.

A cool breeze wafted by against her heated flesh and it was like a gust of icy wind that had her shivering.

Or, maybe that's not why at all.

The air brushing against her, wet liquid slowly trailing down the sides of her thighs, and her ass tipping up just a little bit. Almost in welcome.

Elodie trembled, unable to comprehend the foreign feeling invading her body, even as she trembled from the fear of what she knew was surely to come.

She screwed her eyes shut, and inhaled deeply for what she knew was about to come.

The first hit was painful and it knocked the breath out of her.

Elodie tried to scramble away, bloodied fingers clawing at the forest floors as the slaps against her ass increased in tempo. It was hard enough that she began to feel welts forming all over as blood began to pool toward that one area.

She bit down on her lip, drawing blood, in attempt to stave off her cries, but a sob ripped out of her lips and once it did, there was no stopping the rush of emotions that escaped from her like Niagara Falls.

Angelo dragged her back each time she tried to escape, his grip on her hips tight enough to bruise.

"Stay still," he commanded, when he'd gotten enough of her attempts. "Or I'll find something harder to use."

Elodie sucked in a pained breath at the image that created, and forced herself to stay still like he ordered even before her brain caught up.

Angelo picked off from where he left off, hitting and hitting, until she couldn't tell if he'd stopped or still continued.

Then, she felt him rub his palm around her backside in gentle soothing motions that cooled the fire raging along her body.

Elodie pressed her cheeks into the grass, eyes going glassy, and she began to grind her pubic region against the floor looking for some type of relief she didn't know she needed.

As soon as that happened, Angelo cut off the comfort move.

He flipped her around so fast, that it rendered her shocked and unable to move. One minute he was soothing her abused flesh, the next he was ripping that warmth away from her.

The sound of a zip echoed through the forest like a gun shot and then, Elodie felt something hot and blunt press against her opening, shoving in deeply before she could process the new danger.

Not only was the stretch made her feel like she was being torn apart, but the added agony when Angelo pressed his hips against her battered flesh fractured her mind.

Dark spots burst behind her eyes as her spine bowed, a silent scream parting her lips as tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over before she could think to rein it in.

The pain was worse than being shredded into pieces.

How in the world did books and movies romanticize first time penetration, when it was anything but?

"Please," someone was pleading, and it was probably her. "Please. Stop. Please."

When she forced herself to blink away her tears, she found Angelo watching her with lack of empathy on his face. In fact, he did not look as though his cock was buried into her.

Elodie clawed at the ground, and pushed her hips upward, trying to buck him off, but was sidetracked by the mind-numbing pain that acred up her spine.

Angelo ceased the opportunity to flip her over on all fours.

He pistoned deep into her, flattening her upper body into the floor, and pushing her knees up higher so her hips was up in the air.

"No, it's too much," she begged. "Please."

Angelo pulled something out of his pocket, and slipped his cock all the way out. The sound of squirting liquid came next, and Elodie realized that it must be some type of lubricant.

"No," she tried again, weakly.

He only glared at her as he tossed the empty container over his head. His hands came back to settle around her hips.

"Brace yourself," was all the warning she got before he was thrusting back into her.

Elodie hated herself because the emotion that sprung up in her when he eased back in was relief.

She was relieved that Angelo had taken pity on her and given her lube instead of just continuing.

As though that was a romantic thing.

As though he wasn't taking her against her will.

"I told you I won't go easy on you if you attempt to escape again," Angelo growled above her, and Elodie's gaze snapped to his face over her shoulders. "You shouldn't have done that."

No, no. She shouldn't have.

Elodie realized how foolish she'd been now.

"I'm going to scar you so deeply, that the thought of running away from me will make you break out in hives."

Angelo didn't last long at all, maybe because he'd applied the lube. Maybe a few minutes.

He yanked himself out of her abused hole, and stroked himself in quick jerky motions aiming at her back and came with a groan that she felt deep in her core.

Shots of semen hit her allover her cooling backside, splattering her raw flesh, and painting her until he had no more to give.

Angelo didn't let her go, instead, he collected the semen with his fingers and shoved them deep into her, hammering in and out of her, scratching against her abused walls.

The constraint Elodie felt the minute her cries of agony switched gears on her, seemingly out of nowhere and it was like being hit by a truck.

She started mumbling the word no over and over to herself, shaking her head back and forth, not caring about the twigs digging deep into her scalp and behind her ears.

Her arousal dripped down her thighs and her pussy clenched around the fingers buried inside her.

Angelo withdrew his fingers, then flipped her onto her back, holding her legs open while staring down at her.

Elodie buried her face in her left arm, sniffling and biting down on the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying.

She'd just been raped, and here she was getting aroused by it?

Peeking over her arm, she saw that Angelo was watching her with that indecipherable expression of his.

Elodie had done that. Made him crazy enough to snap the last thread of his control. It was fucked up and sick but she—

"You're enjoying yourself aren't you, Strega?" He sounded like the angel of death himself right now. "I see that burst of pride. This was meant to be a punishment."

"No."

Elodie managed to wriggle one of her legs free, and she rammed it into Angelo's face, twisting and turning in the dirt until she got to her feet.

She was only able to make it a few feet away before she was shoved up against a tree, rough bark skimming the tops of her thighs and belly.

Then, Angelo's cock was back at her entrance and he wrapped his fingers around her neck and squeezed tight.

Elodie took the abuse from all sides, as her airflow as caught off as he fucked her ruthlessly.

She felt as though she was about to die.

Angelo was finally going to kill her and discard her body in this forest for wild animals to find. Even through the terror and pain, a strange buzzy feeling started up her belly, narrowing down to that point between her legs, and second now she'd—

She was released just as quickly, and he gave her just a few minutes to catch her breath before dragging her back to the floor.

Too stunned to fight, Elodie found herself returned onto her back, one leg over his arm, the other held outward as he pounded back into her.

"I know why I like choking you now," Angelo told her, as he lapped at her cheeks. "Your tears are aphrodisiac to me. Something about you not wanting to cry in front of me turns me on. It makes me want to bend you over every surface and fuck you over and over again until there's nothing but my name on your lips."

He worked her harder. "Tell me you're sorry, Strega."

"I'm sorry," Elodie's voice came out a messy, wrecked sob.

"Again," he commanded.

"I'm sorry!"

"Again!"

"Please, I'm sorry. Please."

"Beg me to let you cum," he whispered against the shell of her ear, biting down on the lobe hard.

"Please," what is happening to me? "let me cum. Please. Please."

It was the right answer.

Angelo pulled out of her, dropped onto his knees, and buried his face in her pussy. He licked, sucked, and bit down on her in no clear move.

It did not take long at all.

Elodie tumbled head-long into the blinding pleasure, body shaking violently from it. She came, and came and came.

And all the while, Angelo continued to milk out every last drop.

A/N:

Whew! That was a roller-coaster of cluster fucks (no pun intended).

Once again, I in no form support any form of non-consensual sex, no siree, this was written to boost the plot.

I apologize if I've offended some delicate sensibilities, but I did warn that it would be a dark romance.

Question time:

How many of you guessed that Angelo would catch up with her?

Did you expect him to punish her that way?

What does it say about Elodie that she became aroused despite the fact that it wasn't a pleasant situation?

What do you think will happen next?

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