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Stellan slid determinedly up onto the bed and then gripped my thighs tightly as he forced them open.
“Make it good for her,” Cain ordered.
Stellan’s gaze pierced into me and then he lowered his head between my legs. After a moment’s hesitation, he began to lap and suck at my clit, and the heat that had never fully subsided began to grow once more. Something about this turned me on so hard. I loved the image of Stellan between my legs as his fingers joined his mouth in his efforts. He licked and sucked until another absolutely devastating orgasm tore through me. And then he kept on going as he ate at me hungrily. Only when I’d come once more and my sobs were echoing around the room did he stop, pulling his head from between my legs, his mouth glistening with a mix of Cain's and my juices.
“Lick your fingers,” Cain ordered, stroking his cock lazily as he watched us with satisfaction.
Stellan glared at him before sucking on his wet fingers.
“Satisfied?” he finally said.
“Almost,” Cain replied, and then he lunged towards him and stabbed him in the shoulder.
“Fuck,” Stellan roared as Paxton jumped from his seat.
“Get him stitched up,” Cain tossed out as he scooped me up from the bed and threw me over his shoulder as he strode towards the bathroom.
“You’re crazy," I gasped, watching as Stellan wrenched the knife out of his shoulder with gritted teeth, blood flowing down his chest.
“You love it,” Cain said confidently.
And as we went into the bathroom, where Cain would take me once more against the shower wall…
I was afraid that he was right.
Chapter17
Aurora
"Master," he rasped respectfully in that cold way of his as he knelt at the Demon's feet. The guy was an idiot—willingly walking into my father’s web. How could you have respect for someone like this? He would've done anything my father had asked. He was a worm, albeit a scary worm, and I was pretty sure that after the Demon decided he wasn't useful anymore, he would be joining the worms in the ground.
"Did you find someone?" the Demon asked, like the guy wasn't on the floor right now, kneeling before him…practically licking his shoes.
"I think so," he responded cautiously, shooting me a glance with his watery blue eyes.
"You think so?" the Demon repeated as he bent over and grabbed the guy around the neck, hauling him to his feet. Bentley didn't seem scared; he looked like he was getting off on the mere fact that the Demon was touching him and paying him so much attention.
I shook my head in disgust.
"He was on the sex offender list. And then I caught him staring at kids at the park for several days in a row. I followed him home and he was looking at…porn on the computer," Bentley explained. That seemed to satisfy my father that he had another victim—not that we didn't already have one in the basement.
She'd been forced to eat with us last night. A local teacher, who the Demon said had been taking advantage of the students.
If you asked me, Bentley was most likely to have the perfect rap sheet for the Demon’s next kill. I would've suggested it if the Demon hadn’t been so mad at me about last night. I’d refused to force our guests to eat her fingers with her potatoes.
So the Demon had to do it himself.
"Delilah, you and Bentley go play with our guest downstairs," he ordered smoothly.
My stomach dropped. I did not want to be alone with this guy. He stared at me almost as worshipfully as he did the Demon. And I wasn't ready to become a skin suit, not after I'd lasted this long with my father.
The Demon was still holding Bentley by the throat, but now Bentley’s cool mask had slipped at the idea of spending time with me.
"I have a calculus test tomorrow,” I interjected in a measured voice. “The teacher just sprung it on us. I'm worried I might fail." It was only a half-lie; I’d known about the test for a week, but it was the only thing I possessed in my arsenal to stave off an evening with Bentley. Something I'd like about as much as I’d liked torturing someone.
Which meant not at all.
The Demon assessed me, trying to see through the mask he’d taught me to wear, to see if I was just making up an excuse.
