Chapter 50: Chapter 50: NOT ENOUGH

AZRAEL

The room smells like sweat and perfume, a mix that usually gets my blood pumping. Right now, it just feels… empty.

Two women are all over me, their hands sliding over my skin, their mouths leaving warm, wet trails. One is kissing my neck, the other whispering something dirty in my ear.

I’m not hearing it.

Lena—or is it Linda? Laura? I don’t care. She’s arched over me, one thigh hooked by my head, her hips grinding down against my hand.

I can feel how wet she is through her slick folds as my fingers work her in slow circles. Her moans are like a broken record, and her fingers twist in my hair, pulling hard.

Below me, the other woman has me buried deep inside her. Her back is arched as she meets each of my thrusts with a sharp jerk of her hips.

Her nails dig into my lower back, a sharp sting that mixes with the deep feeling of being inside her.

It’s a perfect, filthy setup. My fingers sliding in and out of Lesley, while Lady Two’s tight heat grips my cock.

They are using my body to get off. Lady Two’s hand slips between her own legs, her fingers rubbing frantic circles on her clit as I pound into her. The wet sounds of me fucking her mix with Linda’s gasped pleas.

And I’m not feeling it.

My body is moving on its own, a machine just going through the motions, but my mind is completely checked out.

Their hot, eager bodies, the way their moans are getting louder as they get closer—it’s all just empty.

A distracting noise that isn’t loud enough to drown out the nothingness in my head.

I’ve done this a thousand times. A thousand women. A thousand nights. It always worked before—the pleasure, the release, the brief moment of silence in my skull.

But not anymore.

I pull my hand away from Laurette suddenly and slide out of Lady Two with a wet, slick sound. Lucy collapses beside me, breathing hard and confused.

Lady Two stares up at me, her eyes dazed and pissed, her whole body still trembling from the rhythm I’ve just broken.

“I want to watch,” I say.

Their disappointed gazes turn expectant almost instantly—seconds before they turn to each other, devouring their faces at my command with lewd desperation.

I grab another bottle from the table, gulping down its entire contents before settling on a chair facing the bed.

The burn of the alcohol does nothing. It used to. Now it’s just liquid sliding down my throat, as meaningless as everything else.

My hands slide down the front of my pants without another word, grabbing hold of my member just as it starts getting heated between the two of them.

I try to focus my mind on what they’re doing—their naked, wet bodies, voluptuous and sexy, doing anything to draw pleasure from each other.

Their desperate, high-pitched moans of desire and passion fill the room.

They’d do anything for me, right? Even if it meant fighting to the death if I asked them to—until they’re both filthy, bloody messes—all to earn my praise and recognition.

But it’s still not enough. That dreadful choking in my chest doesn’t feel lighter. If anything, it weighs down on me even more.

’…You’re wrong, Azrael. The only truly evil and wicked thing in this world is you…’

Valoria’s venomous words resound in my mind yet again, haunting me along with that vile hatred in her eyes.

Those fucking eyes. Blue-green and burning with a fire that should have been extinguished long ago.

“Fuck…” I swear under my breath, stroking myself faster—remembering the way her lips pursed at each word, biting down on them with bitter emotion.

The warmth of her small body in my arms… how close I was to having her.

To fuck her.

I wonder what face she’d make if she’d let it happen. If she’d scream with pleasure as I thrust into her.

If she’d hate me just as much as she claimed to—while writhing in pleasure beneath me.

Just thinking about it has me so close to coming undone and losing my mind completely.

I want her underneath me—begging, yearning for my touch like a bitch in heat. Maybe only then could this strange feeling come to an end.

Or maybe not. That alone confirms something is indeed wrong with me.

There’s absolutely no reason I should be remotely affected by what she thinks of me.

She’s not the first person to look at me with so much scorn or to hope that I’d die a miserable death.

She’s not even remotely significant enough to draw that much rage from me. I know all of that.

And yet her voice echoes louder than all the moans in this room. Her face burns brighter than the naked bodies writhing before me.

But whatever this is has long since exceeded the confines of logic. Valoria Wilderose has some unknown hold over me, and I have to find out what exactly it is.

What exactly do I want from her that isn’t just sex?

The doors are suddenly swung wide open, cutting into the mood of the room as my beta walks in.

He has a stiff, stoic expression, bursting into my room without knocking.

The girls scurry to hide themselves upon his intrusion, but he doesn’t stop at just invading my privacy. No—that I can tolerate to an extent.

He moves in further toward the windows, swinging the curtains open and letting the damned sunlight in, stinging my eyes.

“What the fuck, Eros,” I curse out, as if the light itself is acid.

Three days they’d been sealed—and for good reason. Because I wanted to be alone, fucking until Valoria’s words stopped haunting me.

Until I could face her again completely void of care or remorse for her stupid feelings.

Until I felt like myself again.

Three days. And nothing has changed. If anything, the ache has grown worse—festering like an open wound I can’t stop picking at.

“Forgive me for interrupting your brooding session, sire. You see, there’s something called work that has to be done and can’t be put off for another day,” he bites back, clearly irritated.

And with one cold stare, the women on my bed grab their things and run off desperately.

Just when things were getting good, he ruins the mood.

Not that it was ever good to begin with.

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