Demon Throne (Demons of Morningstar, #1)

by Debbie Cassidy

“Fuck, it stinks down here,” Orina said. We sloshed through inches of shit water. “Breathe through your mouth.” “Yes, let’s taste the shit particles, shall we?”

“Being owned doesn’t have to be ugly, or bad.” He leaned in, his sweet breath like nectar to my senses. “It can be like letting someone scratch an itch that you didn’t know was there.” His eyes were deep and filled with promise… dark, inky pupils… “It can be freeing to let someone else take control and give you all the things you never allowed yourself to admit you craved.”