Make Me Lie (Rich Demons of Darkwood, #1)

by C.R. Jane

“Jocks,” I said. “Oh, fantastic. I love jocks.” I glanced over my shoulder at them again. They were surrounded by girls. “Everyone loves them,” Jenna added. “Probably not as much as they love themselves.” Jenna laughed, but I meant it.

suddenly devouring my lips; his lips, tongue, and teeth set me on fire. Cain abruptly pulled away, his eyes scanning the room desperately. He grabbed my hand and began to pull me through the crowd towards a door on the far side of the room. I faintly heard catcalls following us across the room, but I was caught in some sort of lust haze. The annoying voice in the back of my head told me that I was going to regret this later, but my pussy stabbed the bitch with a butcher's knife and all thoughts beyond what Cain's cock was going to taste like disappeared.

“It became mine when you gave it to me, buddy.” He caught my wrist with his hand, pulling me taut against his body. My nipples, suddenly sharp, collided with the hard planes of his chest. “I like it better when you call me sir.” “Then I guess you’d better earn the title.” My voice came out in a purr that surprised me, and Cain’s gaze sharpened.

The worst thing about being The Demon’s daughter was the loneliness.

“I know you’re not talking to me,” Cain said, his tone ice. “Because I love you like a brother, Stellan, but I’d still bury you.”

I slid the knife up until it was resting right on his hardening dick. I pressed in, just enough so he could feel exactly what I was threatening him with. I had to hand it to him, the slight widening of his eyes was the only tell he gave that I had surprised him.

I couldn't help but be shocked that the motherfucker's dick was getting harder. I'd have thought he'd be a shrinking violet with his appendage threatened, but the violence of the situation seemed to be turning him on. I pressed the knife in further, just so he would understand that I wasn't joking.

Like I was being turned on as well. I was disgusted with both of us. Cain pulled me closer to him, pressing the edges of the knife into both of us. "You may have stumbled onto my new favorite kink," he said, before licking the side of my face.

Cain. "Hoping she'll get annoyed at one of you assholes and stab someone," Cain responded with a blank face.

“Oh, Aurora. Are you the sweet, innocent virgin or the cunning monster all the other monsters should fear?”

“Those two,” Cain said, pointing at one of them, then at the other. They both looked like they were about to piss themselves. “They helped take her.” Remy must have gotten his hands on video. “What—what happened?” One of them started to say. “We didn’t do anything—” “I hate liars. Don’t tell me none of you knew,” Cain said quietly for a second time today, and the room went even more still than it had before. He glanced around the room. “We’re going to have a conversation about playing with my toys.”

"Out of the darkness and into the light, to all that is good and all that is bright,"

Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to pit myself against Cain? Hell yeah I was.