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  An Angel’s Justice

  Danica Winters

  An Angel’s Justice

  A Books to Go Now Publication

  Copyright © Danica WInters 2012

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  An Angel’s Justice

  Sarah was no angel. For the first time, and hopefully the last, she found herself holding white lace-covered wings, an ill-fitting saint mask, and wearing one crooked halo. She flipped down her mask and pulled the keys from her car’s ignition. It was now or never—and there was no escaping her boss’s attendance-required Halloween party.

  She hated Halloween, and this year was no exception, the day just another excuse for her idiotic co-workers to get drunk and fondle each other. Maybe what upset her the most was the fact she didn’t have anyone to fondle her. Regardless, her solo status was only made worse by being at her boss’s house, which was filled with a bunch of drunken ass-grabbers wearing the only attire allowed—their company’s line of Halloween themed lingerie.

  She stepped out of her comfortable seat and slammed her car door shut. Her high heels clicked on the walkway as she tugged at the laced edges of the white satin corset that had ridden up her side. Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart as she readjusted her tilted halo.

  The thumping noise of the party greeted her as she made her way up the concrete steps that led to her boss’s front door.

  A man leaned against the bricks of the arched entryway. “Are you alone, little angel?”

  His face and body were the same shade of red as the front door of the house and he had black, cow-like horns that extended above his ears.

  “Who’s asking?”

  “The Devil.” He laughed wickedly. “Or, as I would prefer—your Devil.”

  She slid her arms into the holes of the lop-sided wings and stepped closer to the mysterious black-haired man.

  “How ‘bout this, Devil… Let’s stick together and make a pass around the idiot circuit, and then we can see where things take us?” She looped her arm around his and reached up to stroke his muscular chest.

  She was acting like a tramp, but wearing the mask made her feel protected by the anonymity the thin plastic offered. She could say what she wanted, to whomever she wanted. The effect was exhilarating and unexpectedly empowering. Usually she was the quiet underling, but tonight she could be the fallen angel. And if he was lucky, she could be his fallen angel.

  His eyes brightened.

  “I like your plan.” He gave her a quick swat on top of her satin panties. He leaned into her ear. “Great costume by the way.”

  He opened the door and she walked into the smoke-scented house.

  “Thanks.” She pointed to his form-fitting black leather pants. “It looks like you got out of wearing a G-string tonight.”

  He slapped the sleek black leather. “These aren’t much better.”

  “I like them.” She stepped back to take a look at his perfectly rounded ass. She sucked in a breath. “They’re sexy.”

  The Devil smiled.

  A blonde woman she recognized from Accounting walked up to the man at her side. Sarah could smell the pungent aroma of bourbon on the woman’s breath.

  “Hey, Mr. Devil…” The woman reached up to touch one of his horns.

  He slapped her hand away. “Don’t.”

  “What? Don’t you want anybody to polish your horn?” She giggled.

  He said nothing as he grabbed Sarah’s arm and pulled her away from the drunken woman and towards the roaring fireplace in the main room. The velvet-draped room looked like the set of a bad porn film, complete with dim lights, which created the feel of welcome hedonism.

  At the far side of the room, Sarah recognized their masked sixty-something secretary. A wayward nipple protruded from her net body suit as if it wanted to escape. The woman should have known a mask wouldn’t keep her identity a secret; it didn’t cover her curly grey hair. From what Sarah could see, the woman’s hair was greying everywhere.

  “I can see what you mean about the idiot circuit.” The Devil nudged her, gesturing in the direction of a man who leaned over the bar, obviously the worse for drink and wearing only a pair of assless chaps.

  The man’s naked ass wiggled as he reached for his almost-empty glass. His fingers bumped against the glass and he slowly circled his fingers around the drink. The man lurched as he stepped back from the bar.

  “I think having an adult novelty company throw a lingerie-themed Halloween party was a bad idea,” Sarah whispered, averting her eyes from the man’s bare ass.

  The Devil nodded. “I’m sure your fool of a boss has realized that by now.”

  “He’s not a fool.”

  Her boss, Mike, was the only person in the office she could stand. When she found out he had gone along with the Halloween charade her co-workers had arranged she had been surprised.

  She looked around the room, but Mike was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he was trying to humiliate everyone by allowing them to dress like sluts and pimps, without having to be embarrassed himself. She couldn’t help the feeling of foolishness that rose within her.

  Had that been Mike’s intention? To demean his underlings? She shook off the thoughts. That isn’t like Mike. He isn’t the kind to belittle his friends and employees.

  For him to intentionally shame people seemed like the exact opposite of the sweet, caring man she knew—the man who knew her secret weakness for overly-sweetened coffee, two creams and three sugars, and who sent her emails of clichéd motivational posters every Friday.

  He was probably just late to the party… Or maybe she just didn’t know the man. Maybe he was nothing more than a closet sadomasochist who derived pleasure from making other people squirm.

  “God, I can’t believe I’m here.” She pulled at the edge of her corset. She had never felt more ridiculous than she did now, standing in front of her co-workers half-naked.

  Someone thrust a drink into her hand.

  “Mentioning God right now seems like a bad idea.” The Devil motioned around the room. “This place could burst into flames.”

  “Flames?” She lifted an eyebrow. “Aren’t they part of your job description?”

  “I could rain fire on this place,” he joked. “But I wouldn’t risk hurting you. If I did, then who would ‘polish my horn’?”

  “You have high hopes if you think I’ll be polishing anything of yours.” Sarah tried to not notice the way all the women’s gazes fluttered toward the man at her side. “If that’s what you’re looking for, there are plenty of other women at this party who would gladly help you. But I’m not one of them.”

  She pulled off the mask and dropped it on the floor. Taking a long swig from the drink, she let the straight vodka burn its way down.

  His eyes sparkled as he looked her up and down. “It doesn’t matter what they want. I only want you.”

  “How does it feel to want what you can’t have?” She turned away.

  “But you said─”

  She looked over her shoulder, back at the red man. “I changed my mind.”

  He put his hand on the small of her back. His hot touch made the sudden heat between her thighs grow.

  The party was getting a whole lot better.

  “Maybe I can change your mind.” He pushed her back into the corner closest to the fireplace.

  He claimed her mouth with the strong force of his own. She submitted to his desires as he parted her lips with his searching tongue.

  His hands slipped down the bones of her corset as he slid his fingers into her damp panties. He stroked her as his kiss deepened. His fingers spun faster and faster and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped her lips.

  Sensing her need, he drove his fingers inside of her. Rubbing her from the inside, he pushed his thumb to her swollen nub in a synchronized motion, doubly moved to satisfy.

  She closed her eyes and went limp from his incredible touch. She tried to remain standing, but her legs weakened. The man pushed her against the wall as he supported her weight with the strength of his body.

  She opened lust-blinded eyes and, seeing none of the drunken idiots noticed, she drove her hips in unison with his touch. Her moan was deep and throaty, and at the sound, he ran his moist lips up her neck. The simple motion pushed her over the edge and as she cried out, but he captured the echoes with his open mouth.

  “Next time I will satisfy you with all of me,” he whispered, nibbling her ear.

>   She could say nothing as he held her orgasming body to the wall.

  As her thighs quivered against the skin of his wrist, he gently bit her lip and pulled his wet fingers from her.

  She wanted all of him. But as he took her glass of vodka and finished it, she realized she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take their tryst any further. What would happen when the party was over? When she had to return to work and face the mystery man? What if he was married?

  “Tell me who you are.”

  “I’m the Devil. I already told you.”

  “I have no doubt you are devilish, but who are you?”

  “Sleep with me and I will tell you.”

  Her internal danger meter shot off the charts. Only a man with something major to hide would play such a deceptive game.

  As luck had it for him, this was a game she was growing to like.

  She took the empty glass from him and set it on the mantel. Grabbing his hand, she pulled his fingers into her mouth and licked her flavor from him. He tensed and she could see the bulge beneath his leather pants shift. Taking his whole finger in her mouth, she looked into his eyes and sucked.

  His damnable grin told her how much he wanted more.

  A woman walked up and she dropped his hands from her mouth.

  “Hiya, honey.” The net dress-wearing secretary interrupted. A cigarette dangled from her lip. “You wanna little more action?”

  He laughed, but Sarah didn’t see anything funny about the situation. “Get the hell out of here.”

  The woman staggered away, her sagging butt jiggling as the tight strings of her costume cut into her ample flesh.

  “I’m leaving.” Sarah pushed away from him. “I came here because I had to, but I don’t have to stay. These people are morons. If you want, you can come with me.” She started to walk away.

  “No. Wait. I want to show you something first.” He turned her towards the fireplace. The heat of the flame warmed her skin. “Do you trust me?”

  “I just met you. You won’t tell me your name. Do you think I should really trust you?”

  The moment the words escaped her lips, she realized they were just a game. She did trust him. There was just something about the way he touched her, like he had known her for years, which made her feel secure.

  He smirked. “I know you should.”

  She sighed as she let him slip his fingers between her’s.

  He looked around at the crowd. Nobody was watching as he pushed his foot into the flames.

  She gasped as his leather pants sizzled under the licking tongues of the fire.

  “Don’t be frightened.”

  “What the hell are you doing?”

  “Trust me.” He stepped in with his other foot. “Follow me.”

  “No,” she whispered, trying to avoid the crowd’s attention. She didn’t need the police showing up and her on the front page of tomorrow’s news.

  He tugged her and she fell forward into the flames. She could feel the heat and a slight burn as she reached out to stop herself from falling. He grabbed her wings and caught her as she plunged. He lifted her up, and as his hands connected with her skin, the sweltering heat of the fire subsided. Scooping her up into his arms, he moved deeper into the rising flames.

  “I’m sorry I had to do that. I just needed you to hurry.”

  She didn’t know how to respond, but his apology didn’t seem equal to the amount of fear she was feeling. The light of the flames was blinding and she shut her eyes.

  “Are you okay?” The Devil rubbed his thumb against her thigh.

  She nodded, but refused to open her eyes.

  The Devil chuckled. “It’s okay. We are out of the flames. You can open your eyes now.”

  Squinting, she peeked out from under her eyelashes. The room was dark. Sniffing, she could make out the distinct odor of ashes and faint sulfur. She opened her eyes as a groan escaped the darkness. Scanning the void, she couldn’t find the sound’s source and she looked up at the Devil. “Who was that?”

  “Don’t worry about the condemned.” His voice had a sharp edge that told her she shouldn’t ask any more questions.

  He sat her back down and her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she could see they were standing in the center of a vast ravine. Faint blue flames licked up the steep, soot-covered walls that surrounded them. Black smoke writhed above the sharp edges of the cliffs. Even in her nightmares, she had never imagined a place as terrifying, or remarkable.

  She had trusted the Devil. Talk about having a problem with falling for bad boys.

  She thought back to the long list of losers she’d dated. There had been Brett, the man who had stolen her underwear, David, who she had walked in on screwing another woman in her bed, and most recently, Bill, who had a habit of using her money to pay for strippers.

  At least if I’m going to have a problem, I’ve fallen for the crème-de-la-crème.

  Sarah studied the man at her side. Could he really be called a man? His black horns reflected the ghostly blue light of the surrounding flames. He looked like a man, the way his muscles rippled over the cuff of his white linen shirt and the way he smiled with his entire face.

  A thought caught her off-guard. “Since I am here in Hell, does that mean I’m dead?”

  She thought back on all the things from her past, the dirty looks from co-workers and the snide remarks from her so-called friends. As for her family, only her mother was left, and she rarely saw her. If she were dead, what was there to miss?

  He gently caressed her cheek with his fingers, and she could smell her scent on him.

  “Usually that is the rule for this game, but for you, my angel, I could make an exception.”

  “What kind of exception?”

  “After I show you what I have to offer, if you still want to go back to your regular, mundane human life selling sex toys, I will send you back. However, if you choose to stay with me, you will have to give up your life and promise yourself to me for eternity.”

  Fuck. What man is worth eternity?

  She jerked as somewhere in the distance a man screamed.

  “You get used to the noises. I promise.” He reached up and pushed her tilting halo back into its upright position.

  “I’m not one for pain.”

  He looked down at her with a twinkle in his black eyes. “That’s fine. I only want to bring you pleasure.”

  Her cheeks warmed, but it could have been the heat.

  “How about I show you what I have to offer?”

  “I hope you mean here,” she said, motioning down the ravine.

  “I suppose we can start there,” he said with a chuckle. “Hell does offer more possibilities than you would think; especially since you came as my lover and not one of the damned.”

  The word ‘lover’ struck a chord in her heart. She looked forward to being in his arms, feeling all he had to offer, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling the one person she would miss if she stayed—Mike.

  She scoffed at her stupidity. Mike knew nothing of her feelings and probably didn’t even know her last name. Instead of thinking what could have been, she reminded herself to live in the moment and appreciate the strong, handsome, intrinsically dangerous, but sexy man at her side.

  As though he could read her mind, the Devil grasped her chin and pulled his lips to hers. He tasted like vodka and smoke and as he pulled back, she tried to follow—the kiss was too short.

  He smiled as she tried to recover her composure. “There’s much to see, but I will show you what I can.”

  He led her down the ravine and into a small valley lined with rows and rows of cells. Each cell was barred, a prison for the person inside.

  “Help me!” a man yelled.

  She couldn’t stop herself; she moved towards the sound.

  “Stop, Sarah, you don’t want to see…” The Devil broke off.

  She let go of his hand as she kept moving. “If I’m going to live here forever, I need to know what I’m in for.”

  The man screamed in agony and fear. The cry sounded like it was coming from somewhere nearby. Looking ahead into the darkness, she saw a small, flickering fire. Stepping closer, she grabbed the bars and pressed her face against them as she tried to see into the dimly lit cell.

  Above the flame, the man swung upside down. His back was to her, but she could see glistening metal hooks piercing the skin of his inner thighs and scrotum. The skin was stretched tight and looked inflamed and swollen. Slowly, the suspended man began to turn. As he moved, his motion fanned the flames and they billowed up towards him.