Salvation of the Fallen

※Please note that this work contains content with divisive elements, including coercive relationships. Reader discretion is advised.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting.”

The naked body pinned at arm’s length shuddered.

The man with closed eyes buried his head in the nape of her neck and breathed deeply, rubbing his face against Arsena’s wet cheek.

“Since the moment you were born. I’ve waited. And waited. For you to commit sins. For you to fall into my hands. I can’t wait to mess you up. But I’m a very patient man.”

“B*stard.”

“How does it feel to desire that b*stard?”

Wretchedly, his words were true.

Every time Arsena faced Tarta, she couldn’t help but desire him.

When consumed by the pleasure filled with malice, she could forget everything and howl like a beast. In this hellish situation, Tarta was the only salvation she could hope for.

An opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss.