Page 279 of Mayhem and Minnie

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Minnie. I’m as confused as you are.”

She narrows her eyes at me.

“They sent you to mess with me, didn’t they?” she asks, her cheek twitching. “They knew I was coming here to find you and they sent you to mess with me.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Minnie?”

“Not even a Supreme can destroy a demon like that—a high demon, too. This doesn’t make any sense,” she murmurs to herself.

Her blade is still against my throat, and while the pricking of the sharp edge is uncomfortable, I can’t deny that this is rather hot.

Damn it, Marlowe! Stop being a horndog at the most inappropriate times!

Yet the images come unbidden. It doesn’t help that her dress has ridden up her ass and I get a tantalizing peek of creamy flesh through her ripped tights.

I swallow hard, and the blade digs deeper into my skin.

The pain is a welcome distraction, but it does little to relieve the ache in my balls. My cock hardens the more I watch her determined stance and the way she tries to be all serious and intimidating. Too bad that it does the opposite.

God, I have it bad.

We’ve barely escaped a demon attack with our lives intact and all I can think of is Minnie, barely clothed and ready for murder. It doesn’t even matter that it’s my murder she’s preparing for. That makes it even hotter.

My fingers itch to pull my zipper down and ask her to move her blade to my cock; press it against my shaft until it becomes bloody and messy. Then, maybe she’ll take pity on me and heal me up with her tongue again. Maybe spit on it and make it even more messy so then she’ll have to clean it up with her mouth.

Don’t do this, Marlowe! Don’t think about her mouth on your cock. It’s only going to make things worse.

“What are you, Marlowe? Answer me,” Minnie repeats.

“Human, Minnie. I’m very much human,” I reply, clearing my throat in an attempt to dispel all those dirty images going through my mind.

Her nostrils flare at my answer.

“The demons… They were after you, too, weren’t they? They didn’t even bother with me until I was in your way. What are you hiding, Marlowe?”

She has a point with that. The demons barely looked at her when they entered the cathedral and only wanted to get to me.

“I’m not hiding anything. Come on, Minnie. You know better than that.”

“Do I?” She raises a brow. “Because everything has been rather fortuitous until now. You killed those sentinels. Now the demons. There are also no wandering souls in your house…” she muses. “And you…”

“Me?” My lips curve up.

“Stop smiling at me!” She jabs her knife deeper into my flesh. “You’re messing with my focus.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Minnie. I had no idea my blood could do that. I’m just as confused as you are.”

“Are you?” she asks skeptically. “Why offer to use your blood in the ritual? We could have easily used mine. But it wouldn’t have had the same effect now, would it? Because you’re not human.”

“I offered because you were already weak. I didn’t have any ulterior motives,” I explain with a sigh. “How would I know that it would have that effect on the demons?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. How did you know?”

“Minnie, this is absurd?—”

“It’s not. I’ve never heard of someone’s blood acting as poison to demons before. Never. How do you explain that?”

“Maybe it’s something I ate?” I offer.

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