Page 116 of Fallen Omega

My insides twist and something searing hot cuts through my lungs. Somehow, I manage to breathe normally. “Think about that, very carefully.”

“Will you add it to my punishment?” Her voice quivers as our own little world wraps tight around us.

I move closer to her, brushing against her, and she makes the kind of sound that fuels erotic dreams. “You want that, don’t you? I won’t let you come, Angel. Not until you’re mindless for it.”

“Then I’ll let these men touch me.”

I look at her, every muscle in me snapping taut. She’s all fucking bratty defiance, the smallest of a sheltered litter confronted by hungry wolves with snapping teeth. Smelling blood. And she thinks she can tease. Then pet them.

She’s a meal waiting to be devoured.

Tension ticks.

“Angel, do that, they die.”

Our gazes lock. Fuse.

And I want her mouth. I want to taste her magic, thesweetness. I want to delve deep. Test us both to the edge of limits and madness and lust.

Fuck that. I’m the hungry wolf with snapping teeth. A beast of nightmares just below the surface. I don’t want to kiss her. I want to devour, suck sweet marrow from her bones.

And then I want to burn us both in a pyre of desire, one that’s made of pure fucking flame.

When she rises, she’ll be changed, morphed, rebuilt into something utterly mine.

“Don’t think I mean it?” I say softly. “I do. I’ll paint the fucking place with their blood. Brand you with it. And then I’ll fucking punish you.”

A shiver races through her, and her pupils dilate. Her lips part. She sways, just that tiny dip toward me. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

She sucks in air and looks at me. “Then I’ll let Knight, a-and Reaper touch me. I’ll give myself to them.”

I let my lips caress her ear, and I’m filled with her, that scent, the heady note of sexual want that infuses it. She’s fucking beyond potent. She’s deadly. “You’re going to do that, anyway. And you’ll lose yourself, come. But you know what? With each wave of pleasure, a part of you will think…”

“What?” She sways against me. “How good it is?”

I grin against her, breathing her in so she melds with my molecules. Fuck, her attempt at fight riles in all the right ways.

“A part will think, what’s it going to be like with Dante?”

There’s a little moan and then she pushes at me. “No, I won’t.”

But we both know she will. Her breathing gets heady, gives her away.

I laugh. “Get back to work.”

The moment I step back, the air clears a little, and she moves away, stops, and turns back.

“Those rooms? I’ve seen some of the dancers take a man in there. The other waitress, too. What?—”

“Private dances, lap dances for money. No touching, but…” I narrow my eyes. “Not for you. Get back to work.”

She stomps off, and I pull up the feed when I’m at the bar, taking Pandora’s tablet and watching upstairs.

Knight’s leaning against the bar, glass of wine, charming the metaphorical pants off five different women. There’s at least one pissed off boyfriend who doesn’t quite dare to do a thing. I’ve seen it before.

The little shit’s beyond charismatic and charming. Women fucking love him. And they make the mistake of thinking he’s harmless.

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