Little Shock of Hate (Creature Cafe, #4)

by Clio Evans

I moaned, palming my face. These needy fucking monsters.

“No. I’ll find you someone that will rip the hate right out of you, you ugly tentacled bastard.

“No, sir, that’s not what I agreed to. If you want a bitch that will obey you without question, you should have gone to the pet center. I’m here for a date, not to be commanded.”

“You will still dance. But you will not dance for them, you will dance for me. You may show your body to them, but no one will ever touch you after this point unless I let them. Or they will die.”

“I’m not a good man, Noah. But I will take care of you. You’re alone in this world, and so am I. I’m tired of being alone.”

“That’s right, my dark prince. Thrust your cock against me. Hump me, you little bastard.”

“I’ll never understand humans. Love is love, Noah. Who told you it was wrong to feel love for another man? Or a monster? Why does it matter?”

“I like knowing that they want it. I like pleasuring them with pain. I want to be the center of their nightmares and their wet dreams. I want those to be one and the same.”

“Wait, they’ll walk in,” I gasped as he shoved my head into the pillow. “So?” he snorted. “They can watch me eat syrup off your cock, for all I care.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you date the devil himself.” “Lucy was good for a while, you know.” I raised a brow. “You knew he wasn’t the one. You see souls for what they are, see how they fit together in the web of fate. You’re a reaper, for god’s sake. But you still made a life with him.”

“He’s not really dead, you idiot. You just made everything so much worse,” he snarled. “How fucking dare you kill him?”

I was angry, but I was also hurt— which made me even more furious.

You’ve completely changed me in just a couple of days, and now I’m convinced that you’re more powerful than any god or devil in this world. I’ve never been defeated so easily.”

He was fickle, demented, downright evil— a monster. But he was my monster. My downright evil, demented, fickle mate that had found me.

“Fucking cock slut,” he growled. “I’m going to make you suck every cock in this house if you ever disobey me again. I’ll let all of the monsters use you until you can’t fucking stand. Does that sound good to you, Noah?”

My only goal in life at the moment was to make the bastard cum.

“Noah,” I whispered softly. “Yes, my King?” “You’ve taken my heart, but it’s fine. It’s yours to keep.” He melted around me, his arms wrapping around my neck. “I think I love you.” “Is that what this torture is?” I rasped. “I think so,” he murmured.

I don't do friendships well, and now I owe these random people."

"Are they… are they all dead?" I asked. "Yes," he answered. "Their bodies have been disposed of. If we were in older times, I would have mounted their skulls on my door. But I realize that is barbaric."

Your mate is an ancient demon who has ancient connections."

(forced as in he drugged my drink, carried me to a bed, and threw me on the mattress after calling me a ‘tentacled human fucker’).

When I had first met him, I had determined that I wouldn’t care if he wanted me or not. But now, I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to give me himself entirely.

“And if you fucking pass out, I’ll never let you hear the end of it.”