Page 120 of Fallen Omega

Something I can’t fathom.

He killed for me. Broke that man’s neck.

I’m turned on.

Dante’s got me locked to the spot. Like this, he doesn’t just look like the devil. Heisthe devil.

And the devil has never been more dangerous, more controlled, with terrible power that pushes at me, filling the room. And he’s never, ever been so desirable.

My knees almost buckle, and I clutch at the curtain, falling back, and slamming into the door where Knight shut it.

I’m alone with him and a corpse, and Dante’s covered in blood.

One corner of his mouth lifts, and he snarls low.

The sound vibrates through me, sending throbbing tendrils of need down to my sex, making me wet with slick.

He comes right up to me but doesn’t touch. Doesn’t lay a finger on me.

Somehow, that’s worse.

So much worse.

I feel…violated. Roughed up.

Untouched in the worst way.

Like I’m unworthy. And I did it to myself this time.

My eyes burn hot with unshed tears as his glow with the darkest midnight blue fire. And heat surges in me, too.

My clit throbs like it needs something, like it needs him. His touch. His fingers. Mouth.

Like—

“Why the fuck did you take him in here? Got a death wish?”

“No,” I whisper, “I just thought…”

“You’d have him killed instead?” Dante laughs, and the dark, jagged sound sinks into me, lacerating as it goes.

“I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did. He’s dead, Angel.” He smiles. Mockingly.

And then he comes close, and through the copper smell of blood, I get a hit of him to my veins. He sniffs, breathing me in, nose and lips skimming just above the surface of my skin, and now it’s not just my clit reacting.

It’s all of me.

I throb everywhere.

“They’re not tipping me out there,” I say. “I had to do something.”

“No one’s tipping you for a fucked up lap dance either.”

I’m so angry, I can barely get words out. “Did you say something to them?” I ask.

“Oh, Angel, why the fuck would I talk to assholes about that? Now, get the fuck out and go wait in my office. And consider yourself off waitressingduty.”

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