Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.” Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.”

She buried her face into the crook of his throat. “You came.” “You called,” he answered.

“I will never beg you for anything,” she said. He grinned. “Famous last words.”

“As much as it pains me to say this,” Blackwell’s voice rang out, “keep your clothes on, angel.”

“All of you. There is nothing I have seen yet that has made me look away. No atrocity you could commit to make me not want you like this. No matter how forbidden.”

“I want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”

“I can only imagine death is more kind than you.”