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Not when I was so close to my Roslin.
“You’ve brought me here,” a man said. “Now, what do you want?”
“Did you read the fine print of our contract, Mr. Glen?” The superior tone of Dominic’s voice had me stopping mid-stride.
“Why would I? Not like any court would uphold a demon’s contract,” Mr. Glen said with a laugh. “You have about as much standing in this city as a common criminal does. Maybe less than.”
“You should have read the contract,” Dominic replied, and I agreed.
“You’re wasting my time. Roslinispayment in full.” The disdain in Alfred’s voice set a violent chill across my skin. I’d kill him, too. Slowly. I’d start with removing his skin, one strip at a time. Then I’d disembowel him, a length of his intestine at a time, until his screams became the music of his death. Manic glee replaced the worry I had for Roslin. I’d save her. No matter what.
“I have the right to both,” Dominic said. “The money and the girl.”
I crept through the stacks of inventory, inching closer to my targets. As I came around the three pallets, I could see them. Alfred Glen stood facing Dominic, his arms behind his back in a relaxed pose. His expression was closed off. Two of his goons were positioned behind him. Dominic’s charcoal figure, marbled with fire and lava, dominated the space. He was bigger than me by several inches. His darkened muscular skin oozed a tar-like substance that smelled of putrid rot to any other demon who might draw near. His horns were alabaster and sleek, protruding from his forehead, curving back toward his spine. His eyes were two red ember dots fixed on the human standing before him. He was also naked. His flaccid, uncut dick hanged limply and to the right.
“As I said,” Mr. Glen muttered. “I have given you all I will ever give you, Dominic. Perhaps it is time to realize your rats are fleeing a sinking ship.”
All I needed was a distraction.
Then I could make my move.
CHAPTER FIVE
ROSLIN
Myheadached.Myvision was blurry. Every time I tried to move, my world spun on its axis and the sickness overwhelmed me. The last thing I remembered was going to the library to get a new book, something Ian and I negotiated the first week of my internment. I’d only meant to be gone a minute, tops.
For the last few weeks, the carnal attraction between Ian and me had grown wild and unbridled. The way he pushed all of my perverted buttons left me feeling like a craven hussy. I fucking loved it. I wanted more. The last thought I’d had before the darkness swamped my cognitive mind was going back to my room to disrobe and spread my legs for him. A mental shiver of excitement pinged within me. The game of cat and mouse we played culminated with my arousal and satiation. Contradictory terms for sure, but the way he climbed between my thighs and feasted on my pussy while encouraging me to continue to read...
I mentally shivered, then instantly regretted it.
Now, I wondered if I’d ever see him again.
Unfortunately, I should have realized from the beginning Dominic would do this. I should have been on guard more often than not. Dominic was a greedy son of a bitch. I understood, too late. He’d only kept me alive for one purpose: to get every drop out of my father. Whether he exacted his contract in monetary payment or by my death, he would get my father to bend and become subservient to the evil demon. I also knew my father’s ego wouldn’t allow him to believe he’d ever be beaten by a demon. I had to think it was why he agreed to the contract to begin with.
No lesser being would ever tell Alfred Glen what to do.
My father’s highborn voice cut through the silence, drawing me from the void of nothingness. My ears rang and my stomach churned. Whatever that asshole injected me with left me nauseous and unsteady. I couldn’t stay like this. If I did, I couldn’t defend myself. A moan slipped from between my lips as the hollow din of white noise swamped me, causing the jack hammering in my skull to work overtime.
I was going to be sick. There was no way to stop it.
The burn of bile at the back of my throat had me swallowing reflexively before saliva pooled in my mouth and I vomited. My stomach churned and roiled as I heaved for a second time, emptying the remaining contents.
“What have you done to her?” The reedy quality of my father’s voice did nothing to calm me.
I puked again. This time, only bile spilled forth. I shuddered at the rancid scent, gagging as I crawled away from the area where I’d thrown up.
“It’s the drugs,” Dominic said so calmly, as if he were talking about the weather or a sports game he loved to bet on. “She’ll be fine.”
I didn’t feel fine. Though the spinning stopped, my stomach felt hollow and still churned in upset. The headache intensified, as did the burn in my eyes every time I opened them. Ugh... I wanted to go home and sleep for a hundred years, and never see any of their faces ever again.
Except for Ian.
Him...
He made my heart flutter and my stomach nervous. He made me wish for things I shouldn’t want from a demon. Ian accepted the darkness within me and allowed me to explore my sexuality and encouraged me to be mean and vicious. He fucked me, hard, when I was angry, using the emotion to feed the orgasmic rush that inevitably flowed from me.
Ian was dirty.
