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A giant vacant void.
I crushed the organ in my hand, then set the body aflame.
The mortal curiosity of serial killers and sexuality always delighted me. This... This thrill was the reason my kind could kill and fuck at the same time. Why we’d lodge our dicks into our victims and as we filled them with our releases, we would kill them, slowly, to enjoy the way the body tensed seconds before death overtook them. I shivered in anticipation. Though I’d never stick my dick anywhere close to Dominic, I would fuck my little creature and prove my worth to her forever.
That was my pledge.
My oath to her.
I stepped around the large crates and into the spotlight. Dominic had Roslin by the throat, using her as a shield. The scent of her fear and her burned flesh set my beast into a vengeful rage. “You can let her go, and earn a swift death. Or you can continue to use her as a shield, and I will kill you in the most depraved and agonizingly slow ways. I will make sure it is Roslin’s eyes you see as death comes for your flayed body, Dominic.”
He chuckled. The superior look in his eyes denoted the idea he still had the upper hand in this situation. I could confirm he didn’t. All of his guards outside were dead by my hands, as were Alfred’s goons. “A demon may not interfere with the proceedings of a contract, or have you forgotten our laws, Ian?”
“I haven’t forgotten.” Roslin stared at me with wide, fearful, pleading eyes. An expression she rarely used around me, unless we were fucking, and, at that, there was never any fear, only pleasure. “You try to leave with her, however, and you will die. You are alone here.”
If the realization Dominic had been alone affected him, he didn’t show it. Instead, he laughed again, easing backwards, trying to use the shadows to hide. I could have drawn this out. I could have fought him until both of us were bleeding and near death, but I worried more about my little creature. Her terror permeated the area with a foul stench I was sure would take years to clear from my senses. Never again would I allow anyone, human or demon, to scare her or harm her.
The only marks that would be left on her body would be mine.
“I warned you.”
Slipping into the darkness, I used the demonic speed we’d all been born with to come up behind Dominic. His cocky attitude and narcissistic ways were his downfall. He thought himself better than anyone else, demon or human. He never once believed he could ever be bested. In fact, he believed, arrogantly so, that I was actually working for him.
Without a word, I wrapped my claw-tipped hands on either side of his head and pulled. The force in which it took to remove a head from a body was more torque than force. Angle the head just right and it pops off just like exploding a grape. Only messier. The wet snap, then suctioned plop—ugh, so good—of Dominic’s head being divested of his shoulders and spine sent a shiver down my spine. Exposed vertebra and flesh withered as his body slowly crumbled, releasing my little creature as Dominic’s body fell to the floor.
I caught Roslin, just barely, reveling too much in my victory than I should have. The haze of lust and need to rut overcame me as I shielded her from the mess I’d made. With a snap of my fingers, Dominic’s body was set aflame. I’d do the same to Alfred’s men.
“You came,” she mumbled against my chest. “Took you long enough.”
A roughened chuckle burst from my chest. “Traffic.”
She laughed a little too before breaking down into gut-wrenching sobs. Even though my hands were covered in the blood of our enemies, I lifted her into my arms and carried her out to the waiting vehicle I’d purloined. “I want to go home, Ian.”
“Where would that be, little creature?” I arched my brow.
“Wherever you want that to be for us,” she said, placing her palm on my angular cheek.
“Then home it is.” I placed her in the passenger seat. “Give me one second.” Leaving the bodies behind was sloppy. Burning down Dominic’s stronghold within the city would allow for change to happen and clean up the beautiful crimson mess I’d made. With a final snap of my fingers, each of the bodies were set on fire, then so were each of Dominic’s warehouses within the district. Let the humans fight over his territory now.
I didn’t care.
The only person on my mind was Roslin.
She was all that mattered.
CHAPTER SEVEN
ROSLIN
IwoketoIancarrying me into a home I’d never seen before. The lights were dim, and the furnishings were warm and inviting. He bypassed the living room, kitchen, and bathroom before stopping at the entry of a lavishly rich bedroom. The large, imposing black and leather bed took up the side wall with a black leathery canopy and silken sheets. Antique, hardwood furniture placed strategically around the room pulled the eye back to the bed.
I knew he’d done that on purpose.
“Shower first.”
Ian carried me into the master bathroom, just as regal as the bedroom. The giant glass shower was done in black and gray marble. A long bench took up the back of the stall while a control panel, regulating the temperature and strength of the spray, was mounted on the wall. To the right was a rather large sunken tub with whirlpool jets, along with all the bells and whistles. To be honest, the one room was bigger than the bedroom Dominic had kept me locked in.
“I might spend more time than not in here,” I teased, as Ian pulled the sullied clothes from my body. I don’t know what he did to me or how he healed me, so I didn’t feel drunk and seasick. The respite had been refreshing. Yet, the nagging edge of a headache still occasionally pounded at the side of my head.
