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Gave voice to my filthiest fantasies.

Pumped me full of his cum every time we fucked, and I wanted to feel the sensation again and again.

“Poor little Roslin,” Dominic muttered. The cruel edge to his voice knotted my empty belly. “Nobody wants you, except for me.”

His tar-like fingers extended toward me. I’d never seen anything like him before. He was a liquid form and solid state at the same time. The red flame flowed through his blackened body like a river of fire? Or could it be lava? Did it matter? No. My brain was focusing on all the wrong things because my head hurt, and I still couldn’t think properly because of the fog of the drugs they’d given me.

“Not true.” I inched away from Dominic’s extended hand, knowing for sure it would hurt if he touched me in his demonic state.

“Isn’t it, though?” He chuckled. “Your father won’t pay your ransom, and the demon you fuck daily in my apartment is nowhere to be found.”

Ian would come for me. I had to trust him.

“We’re done here,” my father said with an imperialist inflection to his words. “You have Roslin. She is of no consequence to me.”

I wasn’t surprised by his words, though they cut just as harshly. My father was never a kind man. Yes, he had his moments when I was younger. His ruthlessness was worn as a badge of honor. Nothing, even blood, was precious to him. “You should have never made this deal.” I looked up at Dominic. “You are the loser in this. Not him. He has your money and the fame that came from taking it. You have nothing he cares for.”

Dominic stared at me. His eyes narrowed. Rage burned in his flame-colored gaze before turning completely black. He snatched me up from the cold, hard floor, dangling me by the neck. The heat of his palm seared my neck. A scream of pain lodged in my throat. I went limp in his hold, refusing to fight him even as my skin burned and the smell gagged me. Dominic didn’t deserve that thrill or knowledge.

“I will kill her,” Dominic snarled, shaking me, causing the spinning of my world to intensify.

“Then snap her neck.” The unbothered tone of my father’s voice didn’t surprise me. “Fuck her. Impregnate her. Do what you please.”

Dominic had to come to his conclusions he lost naturally. If he thought he’d beat my father, then he hadn’t been playing the same game as my father. Alfred Glen set the pieces upon the chess board, and he’d been manipulating the game the whole time. It was quite obvious. Dominic had to see his queen was down and his king was surrounded.

Check. Mate.

A violent roar echoed off the walls, followed by the wails of the dead and the wet splat of fluids hitting the ground. Dominic dropped me, and I crash to the floor in a heap, my head bouncing off of the concrete floor once more, intensifying the dizziness swamping me. His rage-filled howl matched that of the only other person I knew was stupid enough and dangerous enough to step foot into the building—Ian.

My beast would save me.

Or die violently.

I couldn’t say for sure.

CHAPTER SIX

IAN

HavingtolistentoDominic and Alfred banter on, treating my Roslin as a piece of meat and not worthy of life, boiled my blood.

As fury lashed at my insides, demanding I pounce on both man and demon, I had to stay put. If I charged out into the middle of the scene playing out before me, I’d lose any advantage I had. Instead, I went hunting. I stalked my prey. I stuck to the shadows once more, using the tall pallets as my cover as I waited for the opportunity to make my first kill.

Anticipation coiled in my gut.

Every word they spoke dripped with a disdain for my little creature. I’d take it out of their hide, I promised myself. A giddy glee washed over me in waves. Alfred stepped away first, his men taking up positions in front of him and behind him. Once they crossed into the darkness, they were mine.

I readied myself for the attack. I had to make quick work of both guards to gain the upper hand. Once they were dealt with, I would send Alfred to my realm and have him chained and readied for me. If he spent a millennium there, waiting, so be it. His life was forfeited the moment he signed his daughter over to Dominic to do as he pleased with her.

Their verbal barbs were grating on my nerves. Both men were having, as Roslin would say, a dick measuring contest. Neither of them would win, but both believed they were superior. Neither were, of course.

“Then snap her neck. Fuck her. Impregnate her. Do what you please.” Oh yes, Alfred would beg me for a swift death once I tortured him. I’d make him pay.

As the first guard stepped into view, I lunged, using the shadows to cover my presence until it was too late. The wet squelch and snap of his arms being ripped from his torso was music to my ears. His screams of terror and pain were a sweet melody I’d play on repeat in my mind. The startled, horrified expression on his face as the holes where his shoulders and arms were once connected to his body, pulsing with his heart, spraying arterial blood across the floor, boxes, and my feet, was a pure shot of arousal and disdain. The empty stare of knowing death was looming over him, the black angel’s wings spread wide in welcoming, sent a shiver of glee rushing through my veins. Where he was going, there would be no paradise. No fun. No love or light.

I took a perverse pleasure in that.

The second guard pushed Alfred behind him, but not before I could snap my fingers and transport poor Alfred to my cells. Oh, I would enjoy him to the fullest. The second guard raised his weapon, preparing to fire, but the speed of a demon was no match for him. I ripped his heart out, the warmth of his blood flowed over my hand as I kept it in his chest cavity, enjoying the mix of emotions and realizations floating across his face seconds before blood poured from his mouth and the light in his eyes dimmed to nothing.