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I touched the healing gash on my cheek. Her demon had flown into a blind rage, not realizing it was me she fought against as she’d clawed her way out of my arms. It had taken the help of Daiman to knock her out so he could bring her back here.

After she’d left, I found the kids and held myself back from killing them on the spot. Instead, I had to play the priest who didn’t believe in murdering people. None of them wanted to tell me the real reason why they’d done what they had.

But little Samantha slipped up and revealed something interesting.

“They’re claiming Grace is the school slut,” I said, turning to Daiman.

His spine straightened, and his jaw clenched, a muscle popping from grinding his teeth together. “Is that so?”

I had to rein back my rage so I didn’t do something stupid like find those kids and kill them. My fingers tightened on the glass as I imagined my hands snapping every one of their necks.

“Has she told you why she left the other night?” I asked before I sipped my drink.

Daiman worked his jaw and looked away. “No. I was too busy beating my dick so she could heal.”

“So, she’s still not fucking you?” My hand tightened on my glass, and it shattered. I ignored the burning in my palm as the glass pierced my skin.

Daiman brushed past me and grabbed a rag, then handed it to me. “Something’s stopping her.”

I snatched the rag from his hand and plucked a shard of glass from my palm before I dabbed at the wound. “I don’t give a fuck what’s stopping her. If we have to force her, then we’ll do that, but I refuse to allow a new succubus to go out in public while she’s starving.”

If I had to take extreme measures, then so be it. I’d make sure I smoked her out of the hole she hid in so she’d run to either Daiman or me. It didn’t matter which. But she needed to get fucked so she’d stop putting us at risk of exposure.

“Are you going to tempt her? Because I’ve already fucked her in her dreams and had my dick down her throat.Twice. And she still refuses to let me fuck her,” Daiman drawled.

I shot him a glare. “I’m not going to fuck the girl.”

Her youth still didn’t sit right with me. Daiman had all but forgotten her age and chased after her like a lovesick puppy.

“Then what do you plan on doing?” Daiman growled and crossed his arms over his chest.

I smirked. “What I do best. Dangling the fruit before her and promising everything she ever wanted. Then she’ll come running to you.”

48

GRACE

Ibounced my leg while riding in the car with Dad. He breathed heavily, as if frustrated about being confined in a small space with me.

All I could think about was when he’d touched me and I’d begged him to stop. I feared he’d pull over somewhere where we couldn’t be seen, and he’d rape me. I remembered the look of pleasure in his eyes while he was knuckles deep inside me. Dad didn’t regret what he’d done, and that made everything worse.

We pulled up to the school. The towers loomed over the building, and I briefly wondered if I would die if I jumped from them. I wasn’t human anymore, but that didn’t mean I was immortal. Right?

Dad stopped the car, and I whipped my hand to the door handle. He grabbed my thigh, stopping me from bolting. I sucked in a breath and looked at him.

“I’ll give you your phone back under one condition,” Dad muttered through his teeth.

I clenched onto the handle, unsure if I wanted to know this condition. “Okay.”

“You won’t tell a soul what happened.”

My stomach dropped, and I averted my gaze. He’d been stewing on this since the assault, and now he wanted to ensure I didn’t run my mouth. Trembling, I nodded. “Okay.”

Dad dipped his chin, reached into his pocket, snatched my phone, and handed it to me. I took it from him and pulled the handle to leave, but Dad grabbed my thigh again, his palm on my skin and inches away from my panty-clad vagina.

I looked at him, my pulse thundering in my ears. Dad watched me with hunger in his eyes, his meaty fingers gliding up my thigh until he slipped them into my underwear so he could touch me.

“Not even your mother,” he rasped as he rubbed the pad of his finger on my clit.

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