Make Me Burn (Rich Demons of Darkwood #4)

by C.R. Jane

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.

Cain was murmuring wicked things in my ear, about how tight and perfect my pussy was…how he wanted to coat me in his cum…choke my throat with his cock…sweet things like that.

I couldn't even parallel park a car. I was pretty sure I was not going to successfully navigate my way through an unfamiliar building to plant those charges where they needed to go.

Because in front of me, among a sea of leather couches and various benches, was a Saint Andrew’s cross. It seemed to be Cain’s favorite piece of furniture. Personally, I preferred a good recliner.