Page 46 of Ballad of Nightmares

Sam’s cock twitched at the words, at the comparison of horrors in daylight and the comfort in darkness. It attracted his mind, spoke to his heart… Had she spoken those words out loud in front of him, he might have grabbed and pulled her into a room to fuck her right then.

Who said that?he asked.

Not sure, she replied.I read it somewhere when I was younger. It stayed with me.

Sam’s muscles suddenly ached, and he wasn’t sure why.Do you have any idea how much quotes like that turn me on?

Oh?And he wondered if she was smiling at the phone then.Now you have me curious what else turns you on. Is it the conversation or the darkness?

Both.

“Mills, you have tickets to Gregg’s symphony tomorrow?” he asked, interrupting whatever conversation she and Rolfe were having at the table.

“Oh, how nice of you to join us again,” Millie said as she sucked on a chicken bone. Her head tilted mockingly at him, and Sam raised a brow at her.

“The horror show?” she asked. “Of course, I have a ticket for you.”

“Mind adding one more?”

Millie didn’t reply at first, but she considered him. “Two tickets. Usual slums, or would you like an upgrade?”

“Tiny upgrade,” he said, standing up and taking his plate to the sink. “Nothing flashy.”

“His Majesty doesn’t want to show his consort the full extent of power?” she asked.

Sam washed the plate and placed it in the dishwasher. “You know Jay told her I was a demon?” he said, nearly laughing as he caught their amused gazes.

Millie laughed. “Poor thing, is your dick feeling smaller at being compared to us, lowly soldiers?”

Sam looked to Rolfe as he started to the hall. “She’s not seen yours in a while, has she?”

“Been about a century, I think,” Rolfe grinned. “Maybe she needs a refresher.”

Sam flicked Millie’s hair as he strode past her, winking at Rolfe, and Millie threw a bone at Rolfe, which Rolfe caught in his teeth and crunched up like a potato chip.

“Send them to my phone, Mills,” he called back to her. “I’ll see you both in the morning.”

“Where are you going?” Millie called.

Sam’s phone buzzed again, and he smiled down at the risqué photo Ana had just sent him. He tilted his head at the position of her with her ass in the air, camera pointed back from her outstretched arm on the edge of the bed. His cock stirred at the sight of it.

Does this make it better or worse?Ana asked.

Sam circled back and bent down around Millie; the photo pulled up on his phone as he pushed the screen in front of her. Millie choked on her drink, and Sam smiled by her ear.

“Look at her, Mills,” he growled in her ear. “I’m going to make her beg for me without even being in the room… do you remember how I used to do that?”

Millie swallowed, and as Sam’s fingers brushed her arm, he saw her thighs squeeze with the invasion he had taken of her mind. Pushing feelings and thoughts into her with a simple touch.

He didn’t always need to touch the person, though sometimes it made things a little more intimate, a little more consuming. And he enjoyed the feeling of drowning with them.

“Samarius…” Millie squeezed the table, and Sam smiled as Millie held her breath.

“Can’t you see it, Mills?” he whispered in her ear. “I know you’ve been staring at her since the festival, imagining how perfect her cunt would taste… And it does, doesn’t it? Can’t you taste her? Can’t you feel how tight she is? Look at how beautiful she looks when you’re fucking her,” he added, pushing in the memory of him fucking her in front of the mirror and making it Millie in the vision instead of himself. “Let me in, Milliscent. Taste my victory.”

Millie visibly denied the vision he pushed into her, of her fucking Ana, letting Millie feel everything he had felt while fucking her, tasting her… until Millie couldn’t resist any longer, and he watched as she started breathing again, nearly panting—

Sam released her fully and closed the phone.