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She refused to think about her burning cheeks. “It was all I had on hand.”

Gluttony grinned before standing, and then he pocketed one of her shifts. “I look forward to seeing you at my castle, pet. Enjoy your evening.”

And then he disappeared. Again. Slipping out through her window like this wasn’t the strangest interaction either of them had ever experienced.

ChapterEight

He’d lost his damned mind.

Going into her room like that? Grinding himself into her core like an absolute fiend? He’d taken what he wanted and then he’d pushed and pushed until she offered him more.

But it would never be enough. Never. He wanted to sink his fangs into her skin and feel her shivering underneath him while he pulsed his cock inside her body. He wanted to know what it would feel like to have her breaths puff at his neck, frantic with her passion while he feasted upon her.

Gluttony had never experienced both at the same time. The first time he’d fed, it had been a madness. The second, a treatment, in a way, for a young woman who had been so tired of living. And then it had been a necessity. A need that bloomed deep in his belly until he couldn’t think of anything other than the next fix he would get.

Now? He wanted more. He wanted to experience what life would be like if he truly indulged in all his gluttonous desires. And he wasn’t ashamed of it. How could he be?

She’d met him in every way, shape, and form. She’d tilted her hips to give him better access to her core. His Katherine hadn’t even shivered in disgust as he played his lips up that graceful column of her throat or even winced when he sucked upon the vein there that called out to him so sweetly. He would hazard a guess that she’d even enjoyed it, as the sweet perfume of her longing filled the air.

He had wanted more from her. He’d wanted everything she would give him, and in that moment, he’d lost himself.

Her body, her pliable form. It all was so easy. Nothing in his life had ever been easy. Even his brothers pushed and pulled for dominance any time they were near each other, and Gluttony simply didn’t have time for those games. What he wanted, he wanted. And when he wanted, it was very easy for people to tell.

Most of the time, they gave him anything. He was the demon king who ruled them, after all, and they all knew what his wrath looked like. But this woman was willing to tell him no. To put him in his place, even with a lamp on her nightstand, and it was... thrilling.

Sighing, he pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose and stared down at the solution in front of him. He’d gotten nowhere with this research ever since she’d stumbled into his life. The woman had driven him to insanity, and all his intelligence had leaked out of his ears.

He needed to figure this out, though. He had to know exactly what threat he and his brothers were facing.

If any of the other kingdoms got a hand on this substance, he did not know what would happen. Greed had already been attacked. But his kingdom was the warring one, his people ready to fight fist to skull until they fixed their issues.

What would happen if this got into the wrong hands? Like Envy’s kingdom. Those dark halls and magic filled rooms were all too dangerous. They could easily knock Envy out and then drain him of his magic. His brother would make more magic, spirits always did, but they would then be given an infinite source of power to do whatever they wanted with.

Dangerous. Oh, so dangerous.

Gluttony wouldn’t mind it if his people attacked him. As he’d told Greed in their time together, he was fully aware that he and his brothers were the monsters.

Staring down into the substance before him, he watched as it reacted to molten silver. Apparently, that was also not going to be the answer to all his problems. Maybe he should give up. Let this substance out into the realm and see what happened when the people got their hands on it.

His brothers would fight. They always did. Even Sloth would likely get out of his castle on the hill to fight to keep his position.

Gluttony though? He thought maybe he would just let it happen. He’d been ruling this kingdom for a thousand years, just like the rest of his brothers, and he’d seen no improvements for any of them.

“Not even Wrath,” he muttered as he brought the beaker over to the trash. “Even you, brother, who considers himself so much better than the rest of us. Even your kingdom is falling apart.”

They all were. Every single one of them. And no one knew how to fix what they had broken.

In his opinion, it would have been better for the mortals if they hadn’t even gotten involved. He hadn’t really had much of a choice. When all the others became kings, what other option did he have? He was expected to do the same. A suddenly powerful, incredible being who had more abilities than humans could dream of.

Of course, they’d wanted him on the throne.

But they had no idea what monster they had invited into their bed.

Sighing, he tossed the beaker into the bin and then ripped his glasses off. The substance be damned. He had a raging headache, a painful hard on, and a thirst that had yet to quit since the last time he’d seen her. The woman ruled his mind, fangs, and cock. She had no right to them, but he supposed she had the control, anyway.

Wandering through his empty halls, he tried to get control over himself. At least here he was alone. No one lived here to bother him. His laboratory stretched throughout the entire castle at this point, keeping the more explosive components away from the incendiary ones had necessitated him to make some arrangements. And this was all he’d ever wanted out of his life.

To study the kingdom he’d been given, and to avoid the humans at all costs. That was all that mattered, and as such, it was all that he’d taken a thousand years ago.

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