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“I’m a savage monster. I’ll fucking wreck you, Butterfly.”
She brandishes her eyes like tidal pools ready to drown me. No, her hot juices weeping all over my crown will drown me. “Idon’t care. It’s the first time I can feel anything since he attacked me.”
“He?”
She blinks, then her eyes turn wide like a frightened rabbit. “She, I meant she!”
I grip her chin, tilt my head, and warn her in a lowered voice. “Do not lie to me, Aradia. You said ‘he’.”
Tears fill her eyes. Her lower lip quivers. Then, she squeezes her eyes and tries to hide from me. Bloody fucking Valentines. I leave the celestial heated silk of her cunt, wrap my arms around her, and carry her to the bed with her whimpers haunting my ears.
After I help her into a light silk robe, I stand over her and lift the blanket to cocoon her with warmth, but she shakes her head. Wildly. “No blankets.”
“Fuck, woman. What do you want?” My voice borders on a snarl, but she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she curls herself into a little ball, knees to her chest, rocking herself. Her curls fall across her cheeks.
My eyes stray, devilishly wandering across her curves that cannot hide beyond the robe. And her damned sacrificial offering of a scent is practically marinading in the air, turning my dick harder until it nearly grows stone. Gripping the base of my horns, I growl before forming fists at my side.
Yes, I want her. I want her innocence, her pain, her pleasure. I want to pin her to the bed, slam her wrists against the pillows, and watch the fearful thrill light up her eyes before I bury my monstrous cock inside her.
It’s blind madness. For, what else is love? Love is monstrous, and the monster masters me. It’s why I cannot have her like this, why she must accept me as a god, as a man. Or I will destroy her.
How far am I willing to go? How far is she?
Loosening my fist with a heavy sigh, I lower my wings and test her. “I should take you back.” I won’t because I’m a bastard beast, but she doesn’t know that.
She lifts her head, her glassy eyes partially fractured by those blushing curls. “What?”
“This is the second time you’ve come to danger, to attacks, and near death,” I point out and wander to the bed. “We both know you don’t belong here, Aradia.”
Those mystical eyes narrow. She stabs out her chin. Lips turned into a glower. “Neither do you.”
I bare my teeth in a snarl. “Careful, little girl. I am the Ruler of Purgatory.”
She rolls her eyes and kneels on the bed, back straighter than an arrow. “I’ve been ruling this place more for the past few weeks than you probably have in decades. Isn’t that right, Eros?”
“You’ve been on holiday, Butterfly. Playing games with ghosts. Having tea parties. Listening to their stories…every damn day.”
She balls her hands into little fists and burns her eyes against me. “It’s about time someone showed them an ounce of love since the God of its own fucking name can’t!”
Less than a moment later, I have her on her back, her thighs spread between my knees and I yank her arms above her head. “You really think you can rule them?”
She knits those brows low, looking far more adorable for her anger and stubbornness. “Better than you!”
I call her bluff. And coil my hand around her throat without squeezing, just to feel her pulse flutter. “Bullshit, Butterfly. You’re not here for them. You’re not here for me. You’re here for you. You’re running away. You’ve been running for a gods-damned long time, I’d wager. You run from everything. You run from me when you reject me every night—”
“Oh, woe is you!” she drawls and snaps her teeth.
“—wanting you with my whole being. Now, you’ve seen my ghost, little girl.”
“And that makes you entitled to mine?”
“Sure as shit should give me an inch.” I bear down on her, pressing my stony chest to her soft breasts through the silk. “Fuck, Aradia, I’m not asking for you to show me yours. I’m just asking you to try. Try and let me fucking love you. If not, then there’s no reason for you to stay. Because I won’t be the crutch you use to escape. I won’t let you use them to escape.”
“But you can use me?”
I blink. Fuck. Fucking flutes. Bloody fucking red velvet Valentines. My wings snap tight. My spine turns rigid. Her glare pierces me. It fucking knifes right through the stone.
I loosen my hold, but she doesn’t struggle. “How long have you been running…Eros? How long have you been using me, possessing me, just so you wouldn’t have to think ofher? Or how to help those in Purgatory?”
