Page 9 of Hellish Fae
“It’s fine,” he says with a tiny smile pulling at his lips.
“It’s not fine. Never let anyone make you feel uncomfortable or used.” The words snap out of me before I can stop them.
His brows dip as he stares down at me.
“Trust me, you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable,” he says, his words fanning along my jaw.
I blink a few times before meeting his shining eyes.
“What do you mean?”
His lips part, that smile clinging to his sexy mouth as he looks away from me with the slightest hint of a blush kissing his cheeks.
“I mean if I thought you were coming on to me for a reason other than to piss Zaviar off, I’d let you go right now. Maybe you’d run or maybe your hands would drift down my body some more, but I’d absolutely let you go just to find out.”
He’s smiling so hard that I can’t help but smirk right back at him.
“So you’re telling me you’re an idiot.”
“An idiot?” His voice raises, but his smile never falters.
“You’d unchain your prisoner for a simple hand job. That’s . . . not exactly smart.”
His head dips, and his lips graze my ear for a single second. “I said I’d let you go. I never said I’d unchain you. You don’t need your hands for what I had in mind.” His dark, sinful rasping words shiver right down to my core, and I shift slightly in his arms.
It’s always the good ones you have to watch out for. The quieter they are, the filthier their mouths are when no one’s around.
And fuck me, I want to hear everything this man might want to whisper to me.
I lick my lips slowly as we stare at one another for several pounding beats of my heart.
“Let’s fucking go already,” Zav yells from several yards ahead of us.
Damien picks up his pace, and I’m left gaping at him. Until the vines clear and sunlight washes over my face as we step into a small clearing cut away in the thick forest.
And there stands a single house built among the branches and leaves. It’s built between the trees, boards and wood extending across branches, rooms and windows drifting higher and higher among the towering treetops.
What is this place?
Zaviar opens the small front door, his shoulders filling the space as he disappears inside. I lean in a bit more to Damien now. Trepidation is finally a beating thing within my heart. He’s quiet as he brings me to the house. He walks in with as much authority as Zaviar, but when we enter, a larger, more terrifying man is just at the entry.
Stark black wings shadow over him, taloned at the ends with sharp, shining metal. His green eyes shift over my face, my shirt, my long legs, and then make their way slowly back up.
“You found her,” he whispers.
I straighten my pitiful posture the best I can and give him my harshest glare.
It’s not much, but it’s all I have against the men who are really starting to outnumber me.
I was an idiot for feeling safe with Damien. He’s a stranger.
They all are.
And I have no idea what they want with me.
Inky black smoke wafts across the floor, drifting into the room in a way I remember. In a way that’s terrifyingly familiar.
A figure enters. Smoke drifts around her sharp features like mystical hair, transparent and weightless. Big black eyes settle on me as a smile cuts into her face.
