Page 122 of Broken Obsession

Eden lifted a single shoulder. “It’s growing on me.”

“My point is, you’re willing to subject yourself to what you deem the equivalent of sexual torture for my sake. If that’s not true love, I don’t know what is.”

“Uh, that’s a toxic relationship,” Eden corrected. “That’s what that is.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine though.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” They stepped into the chilly night, and Eden held Ares’ hand a little tighter. “I’ll play with your demons, if you’ll play with mine.”

“Forever,” Ares promised.

Eden waited until they’d reached the car, then caught the Black Hart’s gaze when the man opened the passenger door for him. “Deal, Lucifer.”

It’s not like there was anywhere else Eden would rather be, not when they were forming their own perfect little reality right here. Just the two of them.

Epilogue:

Three Days Later

“Harder!” Eden moaned and tipped his head back over the armrest of the leather couch he was sprawled over. The blindfold shielding his sight from the cause of the slightly metallic smell in the air clung to him, damp from sweat and tears. He’d lost track of time, but the pained, muffled screams and the whining had stopped a while ago, the other side of the room now quiet.

Ares adjusted his grip on Eden’s ankles, pulling them higher in the air to lift his ass into a better angle for his cock to ream. His balls slapped against him loudly with every thrust, his shaft driving into that hidden place inside of Eden had sent him howling and shaking.

“Is he dead?” Eden asked after a moment, when he was able to find his voice once more. Precome splashed across his chest, landing on his chin, and he jerked his head away even as Ares laughed.

“You’re squirting everywhere,” he chided. “So much for not having to call the cleanup crew.”

“Don’t call them yet.”

“I’ll make you come a few more times first, don’t you worry.” He chuckled. “Also, yes, Daven Dephik is dead. Finally. It’s been a little over an hour now since he stopped twitching.”

“Really?” Eden had no idea. He’d been too enraptured by the Black Hart pounding between his thighs.

“I was surprised you let me fuck you in front of him,” Ares said, snapping his hips rewardingly.

“He was going to die anyway.” What did it matter if some old creep peeped him before shedding this mortal coil? “At least he got one final show, right?”

“I’m not sure he was really capable of paying attention,” Ares replied. “As soon as the nanites ate through his lungs, he kind of had to focus on breathing. Seemed like a difficult feat. What about you? Trouble breathing, Paradise?”

“Shut up.” He gasped when the Black Hart fell over him, and the sudden change in position sent him over the edge. The orgasm had him screaming and clawing at Ares' back, riding the waves loudly since he knew the building was empty and would stay that way until they were finished.

He probably should feel gross.

Doing this in front of a corpse.

One they’d created.

They’d waited for Daven’s lawyer friend to leave, and then Ares had entered the room first, surprising Dephik. He’d talked him up, ignoring the old man’s orders to get out—orders that had stopped as soon as he’d learned who Ares was.

Eden has snuck in while Ares distracted Dephik by the couch, emptying the tiny glass vial into the man’s open glass of scotch. Then he’d hidden in the attached bath while Ares strung some story about potential investments in the company and partnerships. That conversation had resulted in a toast, and…

The nanite was surprisingly fast-acting. In less than a minute, Dephik had keeled over in crippling agony. He hadn’thad the strength to fight back when Lucifer chained him to his desk chair and called Eden out of hiding.

He’d only caught a glimpse of the man, a trickle of blood spilling from thin lips, before Lucifer had pulled Eden to the couch and offered the blindfold.