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I go rigid.
There is no way she can know. Hells, she doesn’t know me.
I make myself to take another step. “No,” I say, forcing my voice not to turn brittle. “My pets call me Caine or Sir. Never demon.”
Her expression darkens. “What? You don’t like Master either?”
My head cants. “Not really my style, dove.”
She growls.
“Honey,” I tease. “Sweet cheeks, bunny.”
“Stop.”
“Then tell me what to call you, baby, and I will.” My cock jumps at the name for her. I want to whisper it in her ear as I take her. I choke off the need and grin. “Because, love, I can do this all damn night.”
The sound that rips from her is all frustration. “Onyx. My name is Onyx. Are you fucking happy?”
Onyx.
My eyes dart over her gorgeous damn hair, and a sound like a purr spills from me before I can stop it. “Such a lovely name for such a lovely jewel.”
She narrows her eyes.
I prowl closer. “Tell me, Onyx, why were you after the cases of Brightex?”
Her lips clamp shut.
My sigh is heavy, forlorn. “We were making progress, don’t clam up on me now.”
She just watches me in silence, anger brimming in her amber and honey eyes.
I grab her arms, pressing them into the chair arms. Not hard enough to hurt her, but hard enough that she can feel the power in my body. A reminder that I am being nice. “You know who I am,” I tell her, searching her face. “We are after those cases because of the drug inside them. It is very dangerous. Deadly, actually. So I will ask one more time, why areyouafter them?”
Chapter 12
Onyx
I stare up at the demon. Caine.
God, even his name is a dangerous kind of sexy. Sinful.
Like him.
But he’s not just a demon, he’s a colony enforcer. A damn police officer for the supes.
It should be a joke, a huge charade. But there was no hiding the way his eyes tightened as he spoke of the drug.
I want to ask who he lost to it. Who a demon could care about so much that it would darken his eyes to old blood above me. But demons don’t care about anyone but themselves. Azz has taught me that.
Caine’s hands are scalding on my arms, and his spicy scent is in my nose. I will never get it out.
Never.
“I can’t tell you,” I breathe into the space.
A flicker of disappointment clouds his gaze and he leans back, releasing me. “I see.”
