The Gargoyle's Captive (A Deal With a Demon, #3)

by Katee Robert

she’s beautiful—but hers is the kind of beauty one finds in the hellcats that haunt the succubi and incubi’s territory. Gorgeous and deadly and all too willing to eat your face off.

“I made a deal with a demon. Compared to Azazel, you’re just a dude with bat wings. Nothing to write home about.” She smirks. “Cute horns, though. Really adorable.”

If I go around killing monsters simply because they’re monsters, then I’m no better than my ancestors.

The only reason I’m here is to find answers about my mother, and I won’t discover those by bouncing on a gargoyle’s cock.

It’s so much easier to be angry than to drown in the damned shame that never leaves.

She’s prey and doesn’t even know it.

“You obviously want to run. I’ll even let you. But every time I catch you, you will come to my bed willingly.”

It’s more control than I would’ve been able to exhibit in his situation. I don’t know if I find that to be a relief . . . or even more terrifying.

Did I really think I could control this man?

“You’ve made a mistake, and now I’m going to make you choke on it.” He lifts a single dark brow. “You’re so quick with your words, and yet your actions never follow through. Do it.”

Sometimes it’s easier to cut out emotions entirely than to deal with them every time a subject comes up.

“If you’re that concerned with hurting me, I can just bind you until I’m done having my filthy way with you. How does that sound?”

“Now I’m going to ride your face until I come. If you’re very, very good and make me come very, very hard, once I’m satisfied, I’ll suck that fancy cock of yours.”

“Let me make you come again. Please. You have my word that I won’t give my cock to your needy pussy, even if you beg for it.”

“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do, Bram. I like complimenting you. It’s the truth, and it pleases me to see you squirm.”

You try so hard to be the monster you believe you are, but right down at the core of you, you are an honorable man. Maybe even too honorable.”

This is childish. But I want to be under her skin and just as aggravating as she is to me.

“You might like the way I fuck, but don’t pretend you like me.

“What if . . .” I speak slowly, feeling my way. “What if instead of fighting, we started to build something?”

“You don’t need my approval, but I’m proud of you. I know this isn’t easy for you.”

“I might not need your approval, but I appreciate it all the same.”