They might as well have you locked up in hell because something was wrong with you. Addiction has led you to sin; this love was far from holy.

But you are too far in.

Keegan, your military sergeant, the man you fell for—the devil himself. You were trapped in his grasp, something you couldn’t escape even if you wanted. He was the worst thing possible for you, and that’s what made him an addicting drug.

You and Keegan were in his personal barrack; he circled you, his finger running along your neck as he stared you down with a piercing gaze. A hand wrapped around your chin from behind, tilting your head back so eye contact could be made. Another hand snaked your waist as he pulled your back and hips flush into him. The hand that grasped your chin slowly trailed down your throat. His grip around your neck tightened, forcing a sinful noise from your lips. A devilish grin twitched on Keegan's lips.

God forgive you because you don’t want to change.

You felt like the angel who fell; fell for the devil.