Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 by Layna Snow (best books to read all time .TXT) 📗

wasn’t for her, who would they f… err have relations with? They liked that she gave herself to them. Not because she had to, but because she wanted to.

Now, hours after, she was sitting in a different room, this one a large mostly empty cave. It wasn’t attached to the main one, and they had to leave the cave to get here, but it was the only place big enough for them to practice in, or so they said.

Soph would have loved to say that it was nice to get out, but she was still in a darn underground cave!

She wanted sunlight, fresh air and flowers. But she wasn’t going to get that any time soon. Instead, she was going to go from this to fire and brimstone.

Well, she was already in Hell, technically, but she was really going to go into the bowels, and talk with the big flaming honcho. It was kind of a shame that she had plans to make, that she couldn’t just relax and enjoy what these men gave her.

But, she wasn’t going to think of that. She was going to hold this stolen selfish thing. Just for once.

Sophie sighed silently, and turned her attention back to what was happening. The men were fighting. It wasn’t the semi-wrestling/punching that she had witnessed back home.

No, this was the crazy kind of fighting that you saw sometimes in movies or documentaries. This kind involved knives, or in Thanatos’ case a sword. And they weren’t holding back! She cringed once or twice at how close they came to hurting each other.

Adrian was amazing in his skill. He looked like he was performing some kind of macabre dance, moving from foot to foot while weaving around Thane. His body moved fluidly, twisting and turning to avoid blows. His knives were like a part of himself, their curved surfaces gleaming through the air, almost too fast to track. The shine, she was sure, would distract some enemies.

It sure distracted her! She had missed the kick that was aimed at Thane’s groin, even though it didn’t hit.

And of course Adrian was never off balance. He didn’t stop between moves but moved from one to another, making judgements quickly. Instead of falling forwards when his target had moved, he rolled with it, bringing his knives into play again. That time, he did cut Thane, leaving a thin red scratch across the skin.

Soph stood, wanting to do something to help, but the guys ignored her. They weren’t going to stop and she wasn’t going to wade into the fight. She didn’t know how to do this, and could very easily die if she wasn’t careful. And careful meant staying at least ten feet back from the guys.

So she sat down again, resting her back against the uneven red rock.

She didn’t really want to be here, she didn’t want to sit in the dust and watch these men hurt each other.

Sophie knew that she shouldn’t be worrying about men that she didn’t know well, but she felt like she did know them. Felt like they were more than just temporary sex partners.

They saved her, and were really kind to her. She was still surprised how Adrian had talked to her throughout the massage, although he said plenty that left her cringing or blushing.

She just hated seeing their blood, their bruises and pain.

Thane didn’t appear to notice the cut on his leg, sidestepping Adrian’s movement to avoid other damage. He wasn’t like Sin, didn’t make a production about fighting. He didn’t taunt, or laugh, instead he carried on with calm determination, his moves precise and without flare. He didn’t waste extra energy, didn’t move without thought.

Thane was also larger, at least 50 pounds of extra muscle, and so his blows were harder. His sword, the massive, shiny metal thing, clanged against the knives with purpose, and required most, if not all, of Adrian’s strength to keep the blade away from him—another feature of the curved blades, she was sure.

She should have been watching for strategy, anything she could use when she had to confront the Devil. Not that she was going to fight him!

That would be really dumb.

But she did need to get to him. And anything could happen. She’d rather get out alive.

And so, she should have been watching, but instead she couldn’t help but notice the play of muscles. She couldn’t ignore the sweat that dripped down their bodies, or the way they moved. She shouldn’t have been so preoccupied—she had just had sex, awesome sex, this morning—but something about these men brought out the worst in her.

Before coming here, Adrian had told her that they needed to practice. Apparently they did so every day, either with each other or on Demons. They also patrolled the upper part of Hell—the part that they were in now—to keep Demons away from the gates. They couldn’t reach all the gates, of course, but they could get to a few.

Even though they were exiled from Heaven, they still did their best to fight for Human lives. They still did their jobs.

It was probably primarily Thane’s decision, Soph reflected as she watched them. Even now Thane didn’t use dirty tactics to win. He didn’t go after Sin’s soft spots, didn’t hassle him into making a mistake. He just struck with efficiency.

He was like a machine built for killing. It didn’t surprise her that the Greeks had created their death God based on him. She was sure she’d see him in her nightmares, if he hadn’t just cuddled her after the massage five hours before.

“Come on, Death. You can do better than that!” Sin taunted, sticking his tongue out at the bigger man. “You could probably do more damage while Phie danced around topless.” And of course, the man sent her a pleading look. As if she’d do it!

She was