Enzo waits and watches and suddenly there isn’t any more time left. I stare at the black walls and I still can’t find the answer to his question. There’s too much to unpick. Too much I don’t know and far too much left unsaid.
“Do you?” I ask.
He stills. His eyes don’t. They’re full of turmoil and he doesn’t know what to do. It’s alarming. Frankly, almost terrifying. Of all the things I’ve endured, seeing Enzo torn between protecting me and doing what he wants is the single most horrifying experience of them all.
“I swear I did not know this was possible, Adriana. I did not plan this.” He kneels again and for a second time, he makes my heart skip a beat. “I couldn’t be… happier?” He tilts his head and watches me. “I think that is the emotion. It is unfamiliar and disgustingly nice. Warm. Soft. Sickening really. The thought of you growing my child inside you makes me want to bathe the planes of Hell in blood in your name and christen the hallowed halls of every fucking temple with the souls of the damned.”
I doubt Enzo could have conjured a more demonic declaration of happiness than the one he’s just given me. It’s perfect. For him. There’s almost nothing soft about him and very little that’s good.
“The thought of it running around after you’ve pushed it out of that perfect pussy of yours makes me feel even warmer.” He grins and I have to cover my mouth to stop laughing. “I cannot wait to meet the little fucker. I’m going to teach him to fight and kill with ruthless efficiency. He’ll be the strongest demon Hell’s ever known.”
It's too much and I can’t conceal my amusement anymore. “He won’t be a demon. He’s half angel. And he might be a she.”
Enzo nods and his chest expands, somehow puffing up even more.
“Then she will be as beautiful as her mother and even more vicious. She’ll leave a trail of blood and broken hearts in her wake. What more could I ask for, Adriana?”
His hand reaches forward and hovers above my stomach. Enzo glances up and waits until he’s certain—absolutely certain—I’m ready before gently resting it on my belly.
“They’re strong,” he whispers. “Perfect. Like their mother.”
“What if they’re more like me than you?”
His head tips to one side, and then he smiles. “If they’re good?” I nod. “Then I will be forced to endure some fucking awful family get-togethers. Your father is an insufferable asshole, and two of them might be more than even I can endure.”
Enzo leans in and kisses me. Gently. So gently I almost miss the touch of his lips on mine.
“I want you pregnant more often, Adriana. All the fucking time. I want to fill you with my come until it leaks out of you and that perfect cunt of yours has no choice but to get pregnant.”
I shake my head.
His eyebrow rises.
“Our deal still stands, baby. You’re mine. Mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to adore and please. Mine to breed.”
I shake my head. “I’m not ready, Enzo.”
The demon nods and drops his head, kissing my stomach as he worships it. He presses his forehead against it and my handsinks to his head, holding him against me as I stroke the horns that ought to terrify me.
“I know, baby. I know.”
I sigh.
“This baby is unexpected. All of this is unexpected—and we have all the time in the world.”
I nod and exhale, relieved he finally understands.
“There’s enough time for me to breed an entire swarm of Nephilim. We’ll have an entire army of them, baby. When you’re ready.”
He lifts his head and looks up at me.
“They’ll fight and squabble, and we might lose one or two along the way, but we can always have more. It will be so fucking glorious and the carnage will be magnificent. They’ll raise Hell and even Heaven and I could not be happier. Truly.”
I sigh, and he grabs my hands.
“When and if you are ready, Adi. Your perfect little body will need to recover after the exertion of growing my child. We have all the time in the world. To do whatever we want. Whatever we decide—and on this matter, and only this matter—I am prepared to allow you a choice. This is your body, your decision, baby. After this one.”
I nod and we’re back here again. Back to talking about my feelings now Enzo’s made his clear—and I still don’t know what I want. Except him. I want him—for all his hardness and his depravity. For all the viciousness and the violence.
