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

Maybe he’d watch more cooking shows!

As if that wasn’t enough pain, not enough gooey green stuff, he worked the knife farther towards the Demon’s middle, peeling off the skin as one would an orange. Only the juices didn’t smell as good. As he got down to the mother-shitter’s abdomen, he started in sideways, making a large rectangle. His plan? To work off a piece of skin as big as he could, and maybe use it as a blanket.

After a bit, rectangle by rectangle, he removed the creature’s skin. When Sin thought that his efforts—as fun as it was—were wasted, the thing let out one last cry and clicked for death.

“Surrender” It cried, its voice a shriek that made Sin’s ears want to bleed. “Will tell.”

Adrian dropped the knife and wiped the blood from his hands. He wanted to continue, wanted to make this Demon hurt as badly as possible. Unfortunately they’d been at this for a half hour, and they needed to get to Phie.

“Where is she?” He asked, turning his head to see Thane’s eyes focus intently. As relaxed as the huge dude looked, leaning back against the wall, Sin could see the massive muscles coiled tightly.

“He has her.” The Plate Face said, his clicks so low that he had to lean close to hear them. And instantly the sounds infused him with dread. There could only be one He. Just the man that Sophie wanted to meet.

And before Sin could take his anger—well that was too mild of a word—out of the crap-pan fucktard, Thane the benevolent took the Demon’s head in his huge paws and snapped his neck. The sound final, but doing nothing to help the feelings that rose up inside.

It didn’t seem to help Thanatos either, if the scowl on his face was anything to go by.

They both knew now.

The worst information.

The Devil had Sophie.

They were all so screwed!

15

The wind was killer, forcing Sasha’s hair to whip around her face. This was so the last thing she needed. But, alas, there was no point getting mad about it.

The moan that sounded in the night pulled her gaze from the street to the man in front of her, or, all around her actually. He was large, cute and had the face of an Angel, all tanned and hot. It was sure no hardship kissing him.

Moaning again, the guy moved his left hand from her hair, trailing it down to her ass, under her short skirt only to pull her against him. And his massive erection.

Now that was something else she liked about him. He was hung super well.

“How about we go back to my place?” he asked, moving his face away from her very sensitive neck, letting his slightly soured whiskey breath brush against her face. The fact that he was a little drunk wasn’t lost on her. It was one of the reasons she picked him up at a bar down the street, not even 10 minutes ago. Sasha smiled and leaned more of her weight against him, letting all her lush curves press against his hard body.

She knew that he didn’t want to just make out in a dark alley in the middle of nowhere, but she had no plans on leaving just yet.

“Nuh uh, baby. I can’t wait.” She said, her voice low, breathless, as she sent him a smoldering look that she hoped he could see in the dim light. It was super late, like midnight, but she wasn’t tired yet. Instead she was invigorated.

And just as she wanted, the man reacted, holding her even closer to his body. His hands were warm, rough against her skin, which was awesomely delicious.

“Oh, fuck yea.” He groaned, pressing his mouth to hers in a kiss that was slightly sloppy.

She didn’t mind though, as she nipped, licked and explored his mouth, while he worked his hand around between their bodies. She could feel his knuckles against the cloth covering her crotch, and she knew that he was opening his fly. The thought excited her, making her wet and ready for him.

It didn’t take long, although it was a little awkward, for him to roll on a condom and then spin them around so her back was against the rough bricks.

He didn’t wait, just moved her undies aside and pressed into her. And boy was she ever right! He was long and thick and her insides were happy. She shivered around him, moaning into his kiss. It was awesome to feel filled up again. To feel the friction inside her, revving up all her nerve-endings.

He was primed, ready to go and didn’t bother to go slow and easy. He just pounded into her. She could feel his energy, feel his exuberance and it made her quiver around him. She loved feeling wanted, even if it was by this strange man in this back alley.

Before long she felt him go ridged against her, his whole body tensing while his face went tight with pleasure. Just seeing him like that was almost enough to push her over the edge. Almost.

She wished that she felt the same satisfaction that she saw on his face. Wished that she had the same easy going night ahead of her that he had. However, it wasn’t meant to be.

“That was fantastic!” He whispered, his body moving away from hers, letting her feet settle on the ground. She teetered on her heels for a moment, holding onto the man’s thick shoulders until she caught her balance. It didn’t help that the ground was filthy and she was stepping on who knows what! “So, now that we’ve both gotten off once, why don’t we go somewhere with a bed so we can continue this, a little slower this time?”

Awee, the man was precious. He was so cute and