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He chuckled softly, giving a silly goat-like grin. “Indeed, we do, little creature.”
And, when he finally carried me to bed, as the human form of Ian, the man I’d gotten to know those several weeks held in captivity, he made love to me, telling me without words how much I meant to him. I hoped I too conveyed the same.
As I glanced out the window, the moon was high in the sky, bathing his room in its silvery light. I knew I’d found my way home.
To Ian.
My beast.
EPILOGUE
IAN
Ten years later...
Istrodethroughthemany hallways of my version of hell and stopped before his cell. I’d been planning this moment every day for the last ten years, taking my time to find the right punishment. Come up with inventive ways to kill Alfred Glen. As far as I was concerned, he didn’t deserve another day of life. But I had an update for him. Pictures I didn’t think he deserved. But my soft little creature wanted him to see the life she made without her father.
To show she’d been the true winner.
I indulged her too much sometimes.
Nodding to the guards by the cell, I relieved them of their duties and unlocked the door. There Alfred Glen hanged from a set of maulers. His torso was naked and bloody. Two stripes of skin were taken from his back, never to heal for as long as he stayed in my domain. I’d done that the second day Roslin was in my castle. I couldn’t allow his mistreatment of her to go unpunished, even if I had dreams of keeping him locked away forever.
“Good, you’re awake,” I said, stepping toward him. His eyes were wide, the front of his pants were wet from pissing himself. For the first time in his life, I assumed, someone scared the little prick.
Emphasis on the little.
“W-What do you want from me today, demon?” Though he was weakened, he still held that note of stubbornness. He could cling to it all he wanted, whatever kept him alive for me.
“Want? Just your blood for the rest of your life, which will be determined by me. However, I’ve come here on behalf of my bride and mate, your daughter.” A satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth when he blanched.
“She is no daughter of mine,” Alfred said, turning his head.
“Oh, but you’ll want to see this.” I held up the sonogram taken today by the human doctor in town. “That’s my wee baby, and this is my other wee baby. Twins.”
“Abominations,” Alfred snapped.
“The only abomination I see here is you,” I replied. “Our children are beautiful. Special and loved. Something you never gave your daughter.”
We have three now as it is. The wee mites have taken over my quiet home and made it full of happiness and love. I stepped closer to Alfred and whispered, “And I enjoy fucking your daughter like this—Pregnant and filled with my demon spawn.”
His eyes went round as a scream lodged in his throat and another stripe of his flesh came clean from his back. I shivered, enjoying the smell of fresh blood, pain, and fear. I reveled in the way he pissed himself again before passing out. This was my punishment for the man who tried to sell his daughter to a demon. I would come back here every ten years and peel another stripe from him.
But... In the meantime.
I angled myself out the door of the cell and called to one of my cherished minions while removing another piece of Alfred’s skin. “Horace?”
He appeared before me, eager to please. “Yes, master?” His ebon eyes darkened to coal as surprise and excitement filled those orbs.
“Do with him as you please. Use him as you see fit, but leave his skin intact for when I return.” I patted Horace on the shoulder as I stepped out of the cell.
“Many congratulations, sir. It is nice to have the chatter of little ones in this home.” Horace grinned, showing off the perfect rows of his spiked teeth as he closed the door behind him. “I know you and Roslin are proud and excited about the new arrivals.”
“We are,” I said with a brief grin. “She is hoping for a girl this time.”
“A girl. Indeed,” Horace replied a little wistfully. “A girl would be delightful.”
As I took my leave of the dank dungeon and made my way back to Roslin, happiness fisted within my chest. I didn’t deserve such an emotion, but with the love of my Roslin, I was learning differently. Now, to find my wife. The thrill of torturing someone so ruthless as her father made me horny and needing to rut.
Plus, there was always practicing for the next babe she’d carry.
THE END
