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I’m not sure if I should fold my arms over my chest to hide my boobs or arch my back to tempt him.
The world is a dumpster fire on most days.
“Listen, darling,” the military man says. “I’m not your fucking darling.”
They’ll never know the fear of being a woman alone in the world. They don’t care that the fear a woman feels is only perpetuated by men like them.
“Look alive,” Military Man says. You’re about to be dead.
You get the girl, and we walk out of here alive.” Wrath keeps his hands up, as if those were the only weapons he wields. “You know I can’t do that. Not now.” “Why’s that?” the military man asks gruffly. “Because you’ve already harmed her. You’ve already put her life in jeopardy.”
Wrath yanks the collar of my shirt down, assessing the wound above my breast. “Describe to me how you feel,” he says, his eyes sweeping over my chest.
How the hell is it that I’m safer in the hands of a demon king from another world than I am with mortal men?
“Tell Lauren to get her some real fucking clothes,” Wrath says over his shoulder, “or I will not only denounce her as an ally, I’ll rip out her fucking heart and shove it down her throat.”
“What is it?” “Nothing,” I say, eyes heavy. “That’s impossible,” he points out. “There is never nothing.”
“Why are you so infuriating?” I challenge. He leans in close, his spicy scent overwhelming me. “If I’m so infuriating, then why are you so wet?”
His sure, deft fingers tease at my opening and I breathe out. My eyes are half closed when he brings his hand up and licks my juices from his fingers. Holy shit.
We’re both starving. Ravenous for something.
“I’ve been thinking about your tight little pussy since we met in the alley.”
He wants to feel in control with me. But he’s not. He never will be. Because I’m an enigma. I don’t know why. I’m still not sure if I believe the possibility that I’m something other than human.
“This changes nothing,” I breathe out. His mouth is at my ear when he says, “Oh dieva, this changes everything.”
But I think more than the physical, it’s the mental pleasure of knowing the Demon King can’t get enough of me. The way he thrusts inside of me, it’s like he’s claiming me as his, claiming me as his divine retribution.
He slows his thrusts. I moan and tremble. “Stop teasing me.” “Or what?”
I just fucked the Demon King. I said I hated him. Detested him. And now I’m in his bed surrounded by his scent, his cum leaking out of me.
I can’t believe it and yet…there’s a thrum of rightness in my chest. Like a knot has been undone. A feeling almost like…like I’ve come home.
Moonlight puts catchlights in his eyes as he looks at me silently.
“Stay,” he says, his voice hoarse in the dark.
I should go. But I don’t want to go. Instead, I slide across the bed to him. He weaves his arm around me, pulling me in, and I rest my head against his chest right over his heart. The steady thrum of it acts like soothing white noise and I’m quickly out, tucked safely into the Demon King’s embrace.
It’s just…I don’t think she knows. Which means she’s innocent.” “When has innocence ever protected someone?”
“The girl stays until I figure out how to use her to my advantage or until I bend her to my will. Whichever comes first.” I clamp my hand over my mouth to tamp down the cry that threatens to escape. The girl.
Fire lights in my veins from pure rage. I should have known better. He told me to bow, and I finally got to my knees.
I realize that even if a person hates Wrath, they’re still fascinated by him the same way people are fascinated by true crime and car accidents. It’s the mystery, the puzzle, the spectacle.
I guess when you get pulled into a world of the supernatural, you’re bound to start seeing more of it. Like when you decide you want to buy a red car—suddenly there are red cars everywhere.
I’m like a rogue missile. They’re either going to figure out how to guide me or shoot me out of the sky regardless of what I want.
There’s an itch between my shoulder blades, right where my birthmark lies. “When I find you, dieva,” Wrath says, “I’m going to make you pay for this.”
“Dieva.” She goes rigid beside me. “What did you say?” “Dieva? Am I pronouncing that wrong?” “Where did you hear that?” She turns in her seat, back pressed against the car door, eyes narrowed. “It’s what Wrath calls me. Why? He said it means ‘little girl.’” “That’s not what it means.”
“In Alius, calling dieva means you’ve claimed someone as yours. It is an unbreakable oath. It means that when a person has called dieva, they will do anything in their power to protect what is theirs.”
“In Alius, lesser men have gone to war over dieva,” Sirene says. “Lesser men?” “In all of my years, I have never seen Wrath or any of the royal line call dieva.” There’s a flash of emotion on her face, something that looks an awful lot like jealousy. “They’ve never wanted something that badly.”
A shiver races down my spine, and I swallow hard around a lump quickly growing in my throat. There are firecrackers in my veins and fizz in my lungs. Wrath has claimed me as his.
He’s here. The Demon King has come for me.
Being around Wrath is like being caught in canyon rapids. It’s a rush of exhilaration and fear. And maybe like with white water rafting, being with Wrath is like toeing the very thin line between living and dying.
“I thought you were looking for something?” I ask. “I am.” “And have you found it?”
“I think I have, yes.” I get the distinct impression he means me.
Wrath is the villain. And I am his enemy.
Wrath reappears next to me, paler than normal and coughing up blood. Holy shit. There’s a matching bullet wound in his shoulder.
It’s only a matter of time until they put the fire out, until someone gets a shot lined up and…they want Wrath dead. And all they have to do to take him out now is kill me. They wanted to find his weakness, and now they’ve got it.
The way he looks at me, it’s with panic and hope and fear and desire. No one has been able to get to him until now. No one other than me has been able to get beneath his skin. And I think he’s afraid. But more than that, I think he’s a little bit captivated too. It’s in this moment that I realize I’ve become an enigma to him, just as much as he is for me. In some weird, twisted way, we’re equals. And now I can’t walk away. I can’t run away. But still…he’s giving me a choice. And I already know what the answer is.
I look over at Wrath hunched against the door, and the sight of him vulnerable, bleeding, dependent on me…it makes me want to burn down the world to save him.
I can sense her sleeping two floors above me. It’s too close and yet too far all at the same time. She is everything I hate about having a beating, bleeding heart.
