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I pulled out my gun, just wanting to end it. I was about to pull the trigger when Remington's hand caught my arm.
I looked at him, confused.
"I don't want you to kill him. He's not deserving enough to have someone like you end his life.”
"It's never good to leave loose ends," I told him, my finger about to pull the trigger again.
"He’s going to die," Remington breathed. "I just don't want you to do it.”
I froze, feeling the bloodlust bubbling under my skin. Taking a deep breath, I let it die and lowered my hand.
"Make sure he's taken care of," I said, checking once more that Remington was actually planning on ending this asshole’s life.
"There's no way I'm sparing that fucker’s life, but I will have one of the peons do it. That's about as much as he deserves. A nobody killing him.”
I wondered what kind of peons they had that were up for murder, but at this point, I wasn't really surprised by anything they did or had access to anymore.
"Okay," I said, and Remington nodded, his gaze flaring once again. He typed something on his phone, and then took out his gun and slammed it down on his dad’s head, immediately knocking him out.
"The cleanup crew will be here soon as well,” he murmured, walking over to the couch and sitting down on it.
“Come here," he cajoled.
I grimaced and glanced at the couch.
"I can only imagine the germs on that," I told him. “No part of my body is going to sit on that thing."
He chuckled. "Come sit on my lap, little devil." Sparks threatened to set fire to my insides with the sex in his voice.
I’d never really thought that murder and sex went together; there had certainly not been anything sexual for me in the Demon’s basements, but I was thinking I might be changing my mind now that Remington was in the picture…
I sauntered over to the couch and slid onto his lap, making sure not to touch the couch at all. He gathered me into his arms and hummed against my neck. “Cain was right,” he murmured.
“About what?”
“About your scent. How is it that we’re surrounded by death, and all I can smell is the coconut on your skin that I'm desperate to lick off?"
Whoa there.
“Let’s wait to make my panties wet until after the dead bodies are gone,” I joked, knowing full well that I was already soaked.
The smirk on his face told me that he knew it too.
Remington was hard underneath me, and when four men came in through the door, he didn’t get up to greet them.
“Kill that one and take care of all the bodies,” he ordered, gesturing to the four men on the ground.
“Yes sir,” one of them said, and I resisted the urge to mock him.
But it was really fucking hard.
Remington cast one more hate-filled look at his father, and then he picked me up and stood, and then started towards the exit. We were both silent as we made our way through the building and out into the cool night air. Remington set me down once we got outside. He stood there staring up into a sky whose stars were masked by the city lights all around us.
"Remington?" I asked hesitantly, wondering what he was thinking. He didn't respond to me for a long moment, and then he whirled around and pushed me against the outside of the building, his lips just a breath away from mine.
"We’re going to go home, and then I'm going to take you in the shower and wash off my father's disgusting blood from your skin, and then…I'm going to fuck you."
My eyes widened at his words, and I swear my pussy fluttered.
