Make Me Burn (Rich Demons of Darkwood #4)

by C.R. Jane

Stellan shook his head in disgust before striding over to me, pulling me against him, and smashing his lips against mine. I fucking swooned.

But I had a feeling Cain could see it, as he stared at me with his piercing gaze, the one that made you want to spit out all your secrets simply to see if he still loved you at the end.

Cain stared at the ceiling like he was praying for patience. Except I wasn’t sure why he’d look up there to pray. We both knew his master was below him.

He was the epitome of an angel as we locked eyes; a fallen angel, obviously.

“It makes me hot, little devil, when you go all stabby on us,”

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growled. “I fucking love your greedy pussy.”

Perfect, now I was comparing being wet to body disposal.

“Look at you. You’re a fucking goddess handling both of their cocks. And you still want more. Like you were fucking made for us.”

No one ever talks about what having a huge pole shoved in your ass feels like afterwards. #worthit

To a lesser woman, the sound of the pigs crunching on the dead body, and the smell of the tarp burning might have resembled a horror scene. To me, it felt perfect.

“You owe me, little devil. You’re going to get on your knees and suck my dick until I cum all over your face. And then you’ll let me do whatever I want to you…wherever I want to do it.” “Is that a threat?” I asked lightly, my voice breathy and low as he squeezed a little harder. “It’s a promise,” he murmured.

just needed her. And I hated that. Because needing someone was a weakness I’d never been lucky with in my life. And Aurora, little by little, was becoming necessary to my existence…my sanity. She was the only person who could drag me from the depths of hell my subconscious decided to take me on most nights. Without her, I was at risk of going mad…for letting all the anger and rage inside of me take over until there was nothing left.

During the daylight, my confessions were kept under lock and key, but in the nighttime, I let them out. And I gave them to her. Because she was the only person who could understand that the scars we wear hidden under our skin are the worst ones. They’re the ones that do the most lasting damage, that dig into our souls and rip away at any good in us.

“He always is,” he promised me. “Come on, little devil.”

“If you’re feeling jealous, little devil, let me show you how little I care about all these sluts.”

“You might as well be the only woman in the room whether they’re here or not,” Cain said. It was so sweet I would’ve melted, and then Cain added, “Because I can never take my eyes off you…in case you drug my drink or stab me in the back.”

“It doesn’t matter to me, little devil. Because I know that I get you off better than any of these fuckers. You trying to make yourself cum is a cheap imitation of what I give you. And we both know that.”

“How does she taste?” Cain asked casually, as if he wasn’t watching his friend suck on my juices.

“Like nirvana. I could live off her.”

“Relax, little devil,” Cain purred. “Let him fuck you with that big cock.” He smoothed the hair off my damp forehead and softly nipped on my neck once again as Pax pushed deeper.

“If you’re wondering if I just came in my pants…you’d be correct, little devil. A first for me, I must say.”

“Your torture tactics are working, little devil. But just know that next time I finally have you…alone, I’m going to fuck you so hard you pass out.”

“I’m a pro with a bone saw myself,” she said bluntly, then looked horrified at the admission. “So?” I asked. I slung my arm around her neck and pulled her close for a kiss. “Just makes you more perfect.” “Perfect for you guys, maybe,” she said, rolling her eyes. “That’s the only kind of perfect that matters, because you’re always going to have us. And we’re never going to let you go.” “I don’t want anyone else.”

“I don’t think our story is a fairy tale by any stretch of the imagination. But that’s okay. Because the heroes in those books don’t destroy the whole world to make the heroine happy. And that’s what I’ll do to make you happy. There isn’t a line I won’t cross, a law I won’t break, a human being I won’t destroy…in order to keep a smile on your face and prove what we have is the realest version of love that could exist. I’m going to make sure there isn’t a day that goes by, for the rest of our lives, that you don’t know you’re everything I’ve ever wanted out of life. That you’re all that exists for me. Without you...I’m nothing.”

“Fuck both of you,” he seethed and proceeded to walk back out before halting in the doorway. “But I love you.” “I know,” I answered with a wink, still smiling as he slammed the door behind him once again.

He stopped me outside of a car. "Little devil, did you have fun tonight?" came Cain's voice. "My other boyfriend’s here," I announced to the world. "This one likes to spank me."

“Good girl,” I said. “Are you ready for your treat?”

Maybe it was impossible to believe that I would manage to never hurt her, given who I was, given how broken I was. But I would do my best to make the moments of hurt worth it, to give her more pleasure than I ever gave her pain.

The two of us shared a smile. It was clear she was as crazy as I was, maybe as crazy as all of us put together, and I loved it.

“Telling secrets, little devil?” he chided, his hand coming to rest gently around my throat.

She was my safe place, what my whole world revolved around.

The tattoo gun shut off. “There, are you brave enough to see what I gave you?” I pushed up onto my elbows and looked down at the tattoo. She had tattooed a little moon with two stars nestled side-by-side. “Because the nighttime is the only time we can be our true selves with each other,” she said softly. “Aurora, I promise I'll always be my true self from now on, whatever hour it is.” “And who is your true self, Paxton?” “The man who loves you. And I'm not afraid to show it to you now.”

“Why is it that the people we need to love us the most, never seem to have the capacity to do it?”

What could he say? How did you explain away the melancholy of being abandoned? You couldn’t. You just had to carry it around with you like a bullet lodged in your beating heart. Hoping that eventually, you would grow numb enough that it wouldn’t hurt with every breath you took.

“You’re our pretty, perfect girl, aren’t you? So perfect for us. Such a tight, perfect pussy. You’re so damn gorgeous like this, filled completely with our cocks.”

“You’re everything to us, little devil. You don’t need anyone else. You can’t have anyone else. No one’s going to need you the way we need you. No one’s going to be obsessed with you like we are. No one’s going to lo—”

“You heard the little devil, men. Let’s do this.” Remington gave me a mock salute and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m tired, Pax,” I murmured when we’d made it to the steps of the admin building. “I’m so freaking tired.” He hesitated for a moment, and then pulled me into his arms. “I know, baby.” “Sometimes I don’t feel like…fighting anymore.” “One day you won’t have to,” he promised me.

“Right here, little devil.” Cain appeared in the doorway, his dark excitement for the upcoming hunt clear.