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Chapter One

Eden Manor, Massachusetts

The sound of Gabriel’s Gregorian chantstairs Raphael ran his fingertips along the gray stone walls They were danant water that trickled in froreen h cracks and fractures in the brick, betraying the e

With every step he descended into the candlelit darkness, Raphael’s heart began to thunder into a heady velocity The string that forever sat on his right index finger was so tight he could feel his pulse throbbing in the very tip He focused on the rhyth wrapped around and around and around his flesh A fire of pleasure broke out in his chest and surged through his veins at the tightness, the suffocation, the hedonistic asphyxiation of the digit It was a denial of blood, of the life his finger needed to survive, to thrive—to exist Raphael’s lip kicked up in a ser would be blue, starved of the sustenance it needed to function He hissed out in pleasure when the fire that vision ignited darted straight to his cock Raphael didn’t care if his brothers heard hiht in their own heads, their own excite the kill, to care—they never cared

Raphael felt Michael breathing heavily behind hi the vial of blood around his neck while al his sharp teeth into a vein and sucking down the blood Gabriel told thenia He had a word for what he claimed “ailed” all of them

Nothing ailed them

Gabriel just didn’t understand the way the six of them were, the way they had to be, the six of the Fallen ere nothing like Gabriel They liked to kill Needed to as much as they needed to breathe It wasn’t abnormal to them Blood and flesh and cries of pain inflicted by their hands didn’t bring repulsion, only satisfaction

It was simply who they were

Out of all the brothers, Raphael was closest to Michael But right now, each of the brothers was coht out the utmost selfishness in them

The chance to bring death consumed them

Controlled them

And Raphael wouldn’t have it any other way

Raphael’s cock grew hard in his jeans at just the thought of taking soainst his crotch as the blood rushed to it, but the burst of painful pleasure that spiraled up his spine only e he alore around his dick constricted his flesh and began to strain, biting into hi The BDSM contraption was designed to bring pain And it was successful; pain it brought But Raphael didn’t see pain as a punishony he felt, theof his penis, relished the choking of his erection as it tried to break free of the rubber constraints

Raphael lost his footing, his back slarowing dae’s incessant strangling His hands curled into fists as the addictive fire ravaged his body

Flashes of his ulti his ecstasy He was powerless He couldn’t stop theet out of bed each day, birthed every single breath his lungs inhaled What he had waited years for, and would wait a lifeti beca-sized bed, the red rose petals thrown on the pure white Egyptian cotton comforter And her, the one, sprawled out for him on her back, naked, a temptation made true Her cheeks would be flushed, and her lips would be cherry red Her skin would be so soft, no ble his gaze with nothing but adoration She would be his, and he would be hers There would be nobody else for either of them She would be his one possession that he would have for all of his days

Raphael knew his pupils were dilated beneath his closed lids—oddly colored golden-brown eyes that set hireatest tool, eyes that lured in his victi, enticing,he pretended to bebefore he pillaged their lives, fucking the into their dying bodies as he consu hands