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Thrown out of Heaven for a crime he didn’t commit, Callum, a fallen angel turned demon wants revenge. When an angelic beauty falls to the floors of Hell, the captain of Lucifer’s army is torn between his need for vengeance and his lust for the tantalizing angel.
Forgoing her life in the Heavens, Amara descends into the underworld in search of the demon, who has captivated her thoughts. Instead of the warm welcome she anticipated, Amara finds herself a prisoner willing to risk it all for the love of the hardened demon.
“I’m not going to love you,” he bit out, hating the memories she evoked in him. “I don’t want you pretending this is more than the obvious. You’re a criminal who trespassed into Hell. A prisoner.”
Amara narrowed her eyes. “Is this what you do to all your female prisoners? Remove them from their cells to pleasure you?”
“I don’t recall forcing you to do anything you didn’t want to. To answer your question: No, I’ve never done this before. I don’t make a habit of having sex with anyone under my charge. You’re the exception.”
She inched closer to him, clasping her arms around his waist. “You were drawn to me because that is how it should be.” Her lips spread into a smile so sweet he had to resist the urge to kiss her. “I noticed you didn’t bother to bind your prisoner before leaving this morning. Why did you take my feelings into consideration?”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.” He smoothed the area above her ass, and whispered in her ear. “Hell can get chilly in the winter without a gorgeous angel keeping my bed warm.” He was thankful when she drew her brows together in confusion, clueless to his crime.
“You won’t make me wear them again?”
He kissed the corner of her lips. “Not those. I’m not ruling out silken bonds.”
“Silk?” She gazed with wide-eyed fascination at him, and his cock ached as he imagined her naked and spread wide for him — her arms held high above her head and her ankles tied to the bedposts wrapped in the most luxuriant silk.
He nodded. “I’d tie you the bed, and all you’d have to do was make sure to stay wet and ready for me.”
“Is this the tainting of me?” Her voice shook.
Callum lifted his brows and quirked his lips. “Tainting?”
“Yes. I was told that you would taint me in ways I was too innocent to understand.”
Callum groaned in disbelief at the affection she inspired in him. “You could say that. Did you like what we did this morning? It was very sinful. Some mortals would object to that type of tainting. But you enjoyed it, didn’t you? You liked having my cock on your tongue. I know because you had an orgasm. Did you like the taste of my seed?”