On Your Knees

Chapter 21

a/n: heyyy..... so i'm back from like a month off💀 i was gone partly cuz of school, mainly cuz if procrastination:/ but i'm getting into it so expect more updates!! i hope you can enjoy this short chapter (it's also not proofread in classic sofia styles bc i'm lazy)

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Amora's POV
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I must be dead. I have to be. The absolute bliss my body is in is something that I dream about. So, I'm either dead or dreaming. And honestly being dead doesn't sound like a bad option right now. It's an escape from the shit show I'm in. An escape from the war, my duties, and Helios.

Helios. Fuck!

My eyes shoot open, the gasp that left my mouth reminds me of last night's events. Sitting up in the very, very comfortable mattress, my eyes gaze at the unfamiliar room.

Silk black sheets cover the beyond huge mattress. The sun shining through the dark curtains dimly lights the room in a soft, warm light. The size of the room is something completely different in itself.

The dark walls pair with the wooden floors as dark as night. The fireplace was beautiful. Shiny black tile cover the exterior, gold was dusted on the tile pieces closest to edge of the fireplace. The gold details made it seem like the woods ashes had hidden gold underneath the rough wood exterior.

Swinging my feet over the bed, I walk over to the door. My fingers wrap around the gold knob, turning it sideways. However, the knob comes to a halt and the door remains shut. My mouth turns downwards. Maybe it turns the other way.

I try twisting it the opposite way but I get the same result- a locked door. My patience is running thin and I yank on the door. It obviously doesn't budge and a frustrated sigh escapes my throat.

"Leaving so soon?" Helios' voice rasps out. My body stills, his voice was different. Instead of it's usual deep monotone voice, it became husky and gruff. I turn around quickly. My eyes widen at the sight of him. His muscled chest is littered with droplets of water that glisten against his tanned skin. A gallery of tattoos compliment his frightening title.

Russian phrases along with other sinisterly beautiful artwork cover his chest, trailing to his wide shoulders and finally down his arms. Without a second thought, I let my eyes wander farther down. My breath hitches when I see a dangerous low towel hanging on his hips. My brain betrays my thoughts and I begin to imagine things that completely contradict what I've told the devil in front of me.

A chuckle reels me back to reality. "Done staring?" Helios says, an arrogant smirk is proudly on display. His behavior has turned dangerously playful as he waits for my answer. "I've seen what I've needed to see" I reply.

Helios' eyes graze over my body then return to meet my own. "You're lying" He states. I cock my head slightly, "I was". The air between us grows thick, tension filling the room and grabbing us by the throat. "It's sinful to lie, kroshka. And you know what happens to sinners, don't you?". The gruffness of his voice makes the hairs on my body stand on edge.

Slowly, I nod my head. "Yes. They get punished". Helios' eyes darken at my response and he steps closer to me. I want to move to meet him but I stop myself before I can. Helios is now at arm's reach and the air between us makes my chest rise and fall at a faster pace.

Helios leans down, the warmth of his body making mine ten times hotter. "You're acting like you want me to punish you" His voice rumbles in my ear. He picks his head up and looks at me, waiting for an answer. "Maybe I want you to punish me" My voice says, barely above a whisper.