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His brother started to laugh, his eyes lighting up with wicked glee. “Oh my God. She stabbed you. That’s so fucking hot.”
“What, and miss out on getting stabbed by the hottest woman alive?” Riff shook his head. “Yeah right. He’s gonna be jacking off to the memory of this for a while.”
“What did we tell you about shame?" Riff tutted. I huffed. "That there's no place for it at Sinner's Sideshow.”
"It's because I can't stand the thought of all these strange monsters drooling over you. Seeing your naked body, seeing how well we fill your pretty little holes, and knowing they're touching their unworthy flesh at the sight of you...It makes me feral with rage."
"It makes me want to crush every last one of their skulls. And knowing what I do and how badly our master needs to feast on their terror, I'm seriously considering doing just that."
The list of our freaky kinks was pretty extensive, but watching our Harbinger of Justice stab a rapist up the ass with a sword while she made the biggest, baddest alpha in the troupe hold her snack? This had to be top three, easy.
“If they win, if the world burns, I’ll come looking for you in the ashes.”
“A hellhound is knotting your asshole.” The incubus cursed, and Daemon laughed. “That’s what you get for getting blood on my carpet, imp.”
