Little Shock of Hate (Creature Cafe, #4)

by Clio Evans

“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.” Fuck. “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.”

“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 think you were made for me, little prince.” “Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked. “Because you're my prince. You deserve the best,” he said, smiling broader. “What does that make you, then?” I asked. “Your King. The only one you’ll ever bend a knee to.”

“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.”

“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.”

“Noah,” I whispered softly. “Yes, my King?” “You’ve taken my heart, but it’s fine. It’s yours to keep.”