Angel Breaker – Dark Romance (Angel Prison #1) Read Online Loki Renard

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Angel Prison Series by Loki Renard
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 40901 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
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She gets wetter, tighter, as I lecture her. I hear her start to moan, and when I reach under her and start strumming her naughty clit, she starts to buck against me. I ride her easily through it all, even as her motions get more intense, her back arching, her hips squirming, her pussy looking for release on my cock.

I don’t want her to have it yet. I can tell this woman is playing games. So I pull free of her pussy and attempt to clear my head by rubbing and tapping it, working my way up to spanking her wet cunt.

“Tell me why the man in black wants you so badly.”

“Because I am an angel, fool.”

I spank her drenched sex swiftly and shove my cock back inside her. “You are no angel, darlin’.”

FWOMP!

That is the sound of two pristine, shining wings extending from her bare, naked back. The tips of each of her wings reach opposite sides of what suddenly feels like a very small hotel room. She knocks a lamp off the side table with one of them. I stare, shocked, my hands clasped on her hips, my cock deep inside her. The beautiful creature looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “That convincing enough for you, cowboy?”

“Fuck yes, it is,” I growl back. There’s no pulling out now, there’s no going back. I’m fucking this angel until I come inside her divine pussy. I’ll be damned if I discover angels are real and get blue-balled at the same time.

She lets out a half-laugh, half-moan then leans down and arches her hips higher, inviting me in with an arch smile and catlike narrowed eyes. She is enjoying herself, and the harder I fuck her, the more she seems to purr, the shine on her wings growing brighter and brighter as she approaches climax.

I have to close my eyes when I finally come, rubbing her clit with my fingers, tapping, slapping, urging her to her own peak with all the firm aids at my disposal. My cum is filling her, spilling out of her. I am defiling her in the hottest way possible, though I am not sure it is actually possible for anything to besmirch such a creature. Her orgasm matches and then exceeds mine in intensity, the walls of her sex gripping my cock with a supernatural strength that traps me inside her, milking my cum deep into her interior. Her moans come with what my orgasm fevered mind interprets as a heavenly chorus of cries and wails, as if I just fucked a whole host of angels in this one woman.

“Fucking hell,” I curse as I pull free of her pussy.

Her wings fade and disappear, leaving just one feather on the bed. She rolls over onto her back, naked, smiling, happy.

“Now what are you going to do, angel hunter?” She lifts a well shaped brow at me, challenging me as my seed continues to leak from her.

“I guess I’m taking you in.”

“Are you now,” she smiles. “Do you have any idea where you are taking me? Or who you are taking me to? Or is it enough in your limited world view to simply trade women because you’ve been told to? Very mercenary of you, if so.”

She might be right, but a deal is a deal, and I can tell she’s trouble. “Come on,” I say. “Let’s make this easy on each other.”

“Oh, yes,” she smirks. “Please, let me make it easier for you to abduct me. How rude of me to object at all. Let’s get dressed and we’ll go.”

It speaks to the fuck-addled state of my mind that I don’t have anything to say about that plan. I do need to get my clothes on, so I tend to that while she tends to…

Not getting dressed, as it turns out. I have my pants halfway up my thighs when an intense electric current runs through me, the prongs of a stun gun having hit me right in the ass. I convulse and fall to the ground twitching, suddenly helpless as a kitten.

She looks down at me with what I imagine might be a sad smile.

“Sorry, cutie,” she says. “But you did deserve that. Let it be a lesson to you. Never, ever cross an angel. And stop working for the man in black. It will end in tears.”

With that, she leaves me writhing on the floor, cock out and muscles tremoring. I am found five or so minutes later by an elderly couple wearing matching Hawaiian shirts. It is then that I discover, somewhere between their panicked cries and being thrown out by security, that the room was never Katie’s at all.

I decided then and there that I would one day recapture that angel and make her truly, properly mine.

4

Katya

I open my eyes and look into his. I knew before I opened them that he was there. I could feel him next to me in the dark of my drugged sleep. I have felt him for a long time. Months, maybe years. He has been a cruel apparition in the distance, but now I am in his clutches and things are going even worse than I expected them to.


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