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The man narrowed his eyes, then stomped off, leaving me holding the tray. “Asshole. How is it you don’t even look like we’ve had sex?” I said, nudging the door closed behind me.

“Trust me, I’m feeling it,” Ian muttered before taking a seat on his makeshift throne.

“Sure, you are.” I huffed out a breath, sitting on the bed.

“Spread your legs,” he muttered. “I enjoy seeing you exposed.”

“Excuse me?” I cocked a brow.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Ms. Glen. Spread your legs. I want to see my pussy filled with my cum.” He narrowed his eyes, waiting to see if I’d challenge his authority. Ha-ha, he didn’t know who he was dealing with.

“I think not.”

He growled. “Ms. Glen.”

“Mr. Baine.” I didn’t know why I pushed him. Sex didn’t make a friendship. Less so a relationship.

“Spread your legs.”

“Show me your cock.” I crossed my arms, lifting my chin. “If I have to sit here with my vagina on display, your cock should hang out of your pants for me to look at.” I held up a finger, keeping him from saying anything. “Not in this form, though. I want to see you as the Bocánaigh.”

Surprise lit his gaze. Standing, he chuckled as he yanked on his tie. “You are a delightful little creature. As you wish, Ms. Glen.”

Well. Damn.

Checkmate.

CHAPTER FOUR

IAN

Ourtimetogetherwaswinding down. Every day Roslin stayed at the penthouse, was one less she’d have in the mortal realm. Dominic wouldn’t wait much longer for Alfred to get on board with the program. As it stood, Alfred owed Dominic ten million dollars. It became quite obvious after six weeks of Roslin being kept at the penthouse, the old bastard didn’t intend to pay Dominic back.

The outcome of the situation was already set in stone. Demon contracts were—are—ironclad. If Dominic wanted the money paid in full while holding onto Roslin, then Alfred knew that. If Dominic wanted Alfred’s daughter as collateral in lieu of payment should something go wrong, he’d have written the clause into the contract with his blood, not that of the contract holder, i.e., Alfred. I couldn’t fathom why there’d been such a battle of wills between both men. A demon contract was unbreakable. If Alfred thought as long as Roslin was with Dominic, he’d never have to pay off his debts. Well, he was in for a rude awakening.

As it was, Dominic was making his move.

If only I could get my hands on the contract. Then I could figure out a way to release Roslin from its bindings and set her free. Yes, the thought of her being beholden to Dominic for eternity fisted my heart. Her fiery temper and lashing tongue enthralled me and were meant for only my consumption. Visions of her eviscerating Dominic’s lowly demons with only her caustic words kept my dick hard and aching for her. She had a warrior's passion wrapped in a temptress's body.

The whisper of an idea floated through my mind—buy her contract. That would never work. Although I had more money than I needed in life, this, with Dominic and Alfred, was about power and domination. This business was about force of wills. Who’d break first. My fear was they’d break my sweet Roslin before either of them bent. If that should happen, I’d raze the Earth. I’d wipe Dominic and Alfred from the mortal plain. I’d send that demon back to his brimstone and sulfur hole, never to return.

“Hey!” Roslin yelled, drawing me from my contemplation. “Let me go!”

The crack of flesh hitting flesh sent a rush of fury through me. She’d only been out of my sights for a minute. Long enough to retrieve a book from the library where she’d spent her days while Dominic was away. I should have known better to let her go on her own.

“You shouldn’t have hit her,” another said. “Now you’ll have the goat on your ass.”

The first laughed. I wished I’d learned their names. I’d take great satisfaction out of gutting and stripping him of his flesh before killing him. “He can’t help her. Dominic might have made Ian her babysitter, but we’re in charge here, and Dominic wants her brought to him.”

“You’re playing with fire,” the second one murmured.

“I was born of flame and rock.” His confidence would be his undoing.

Quietly, I strode down the hall, stalking my prey. I’d become lackadaisical over the last few weeks, indulging all of Roslin’s whims. That stopped now. “I’d advise you to stop where you are and put her down.”

The first of the two men chortled. The smarmy, authoritative look in his black as coal eyes didn’t bode well for the situation. He truly believed he had the upper hand. What did he know that I didn’t? “If you don’t let us leave, she will die. I have been given the authority to cut her throat and watch her bleed.”

Rage burned a hole in my gut. My hands fisted at my sides. The demon wasn’t bluffing. Behind him, in the formal area of the penthouse, the second lesser demon licked his bottom lip, trembling in fear. Good, he should be afraid. “Look, it doesn’t have to go this way. It’s not like she was going to stay here forever. Your job is done, Ian. Go home.”