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“What makes me more vile than any other being? How is my existence any more evil than the men who rape their own children or policy makers who willingly allow thousands of people to drink tainted water with no resolution?”
His body warmed my skin. I should have been thrashing to get away from him, but I couldn’t will myself to move.
My arms circled his neck, and I pulled myself into him, wanting him closer.
He adjusted my weight, and I felt his stiffening excitement press harder between my thighs. “Books written by men who committed some of the greatest sins known to man are never seen as monstrous as I. I can assure you that my hands have never been so bloodied as those wearing an alb.”
He didn’t sound upset, and the swell in his pants sure as fuck didn’t feel like anger. His hand slipped under my skirt and pulled my panties to the side to allow his fingers to caress the pool of throbbing heat.
“He’s hurt you in ways that I could never heal, but I would rip him apart, limb by limb, for you. Just say the word.”
He was talking about my dad. The man who raised me for slaughter.
Three souls. Not four. I was Harris Gerhardt’s last poker chip. That was why he didn’t want me getting close to Stolas. He didn’t want me giving myself to a demon before it was the most opportune time for his legacy. But there I was, on a dark L.A. street, my pussy aching and my eyes flooding with tears.
I’d known my own grief longer than I’d known most people, yet Stolas ushered me to confront a truth that I hadn’t known I was missing. A secret that burned in my core and opened a wound that should have had me unraveling. I heard the click of metal, then the down stroke of a zipper.
The head of his engorged cock nudged my entrance. Was I really about to let a demon fuck me right out in the open?
“Stolas.” I didn’t have words, just his name and the slow build of his fingers brushing over my clit to the rhythm of his breath over my chest.
“Please, Evie,” he said between my breasts. “Fuck. I need you.”
What he was asking for was more than my consent. He had that already, and he knew it.
What he wanted was me. All of me. He needed me to say it out loud, for me to offer myself willingly.
But for what?
With nothing left and everything to risk, I rolled my hips over his thick, wet tip.
He groaned and took in a deep breath. I could feel his restraint and the surge of what I was about to unleash. This ancient creature was waiting on my words, and that sort of power sent my head swimming.
His hips pulsed, and I shed one last tear for Harris Gerhardt and the family that had been stolen from me. Stolas’ lips sucked at my collarbone, and he shook with another deep sound of desperation.
“I’m yours.”
The air shot from my lungs as he pushed inside of me.
He was too big. I was already filled to my tipping point, throbbing around him. I tightened my grip around his neck for balance.
He groaned as he spread me wider.
I whimpered through gritted teeth, an orgasm ready to crash through me with the slightest change in pressure. He waited for me to adjust to his thick shaft, and my walls constricted around him. His fingers dug into my ass as he drew his hips back, then plunged into me and brought me down to his base.
“Oh God.” All my restraint to be quiet was gone as the orgasm gripped my lower belly.
“You belong tome,” he practically growled in my ear. “I will be your salvation.”
His thrusts deepened with each withdrawal. And with every grind of his hips came his name from my lips, louder and louder.
My voice echoed off the surrounding buildings.
Anyone who walked or drove by could have seen us, and that terror would have normally mortified me but sent a thrill through me now.
Stolas looked up for the first time, locking his determined gaze with mine. “Pray to me, Evie, and I will give you everything.”
My body was weak and shaking, but his almost begging tone whirled in my core.
