Page 41 of Fallen Omega

I’m on him so fast. In the next second, I drag him into the alley and have him face down, knee on his neck.

“I think you and I need to talk. And be honest. Or I’ll snap your neck.”

When I get back, Dante eyes the blood on my tattooed wrist.

“Not mine.”

I like to wear a little of a kill’s blood. Just for a few hours. If I can.

“Sick fuck.”

I don’t smile. “Dante. We’ve got a problem.”

“Another one?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Shit.”

Chapter

Nine

Lizette

My head pounds and every piece of me is tied tight into balls of misery.

Inside, I hurt.

Everything’s beyond fuzzy and for a moment, I can’t remember anything. Apart from feeling good at one point, like better than I’ve ever felt before. Orgasmic, and the way he moved his fingers in and out of me?—

“Oh. Oh my god!”

The man, he…he… Shame burns hot in my cheeks. My body ticks into throbbing life for him, even as he repulsed me.

What was his name? John? James? Jake.

I shudder at the thought.

I didn’t want him, but my physiological urges went crazy. And then a beautiful godling with caramel curls and dimples and too much sex appeal saved me.

Jake didn’t penetrate me. The golden-haired godling did, with his fingers. And he showed me a taste of divinity.

You threw yourself on him. Begged him…

Now my body throbs hard with remembered pleasure.There’s a sore spot that aches oh, so good, on my throat, and I touch it. Waves of muted desire spread.

“Where…did I—” I frown, looking around. I’m on a feathery soft bed, the kind of thing I want to burrow into, deep. The room is neutral, calming, low light, and…no windows.

A knell booms in my blood, making my heart lurch. “Why are there no windows?” I whisper.

I drag myself up, ignoring the pain wrapping around me, and make my way to the door, looking around. There’s another door, just one, that’s open and my reflection passes in a mirror in that room as I do. An ensuite?

When I reach the door, I try the handle, but it’s locked.

Using all my strength as panic batters me, I shake it. Then I start banging my fist.

“Hey, hey, let me out! Is anyone there?”

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