Page 95 of Fallen Omega

Dante’s definitely the one even his equals bow to. He’s got that edge to him, a dynamic. Hell, I bet if there were a god, even he or she would bow to him.

I’m no god, and I don’t want to do that, even if the urge to bow to him, to obey him like he ordered, beats in my veins. It’s almost overwhelming and it feeds my resentment.

I lick my lips. “But?—”

“I issued you a warning. Gave you a rule. Not them. Knight’s got a lot going on, and Reaper… It’s important.”

“A mission?”

Dante doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t have to.

One night, Reaper came back, blood on him. His face was thunderous clouds and my heart flipped and squeezed because he looked like he gave away a piece of his soul. Or lost it.

Then again, I’m out of my depths. This is a part of the world I’m not used to.

I just… I want that thing I’ve been missing ever since Dad died. The connection with someone. Deep, without trying to be anything but what it is.

And Knight? I shiver with longing. He’s so sweet, and I want those dreamy, bone melting kisses.

I want it all. Any time I’m near any of them a dull throb starts in me, feeding unwanted filth dipped thoughts to my head. I’m not sure if it’s better or worse than the loneliness or a different version of the same thing.

I grab another two glasses and wash them. And yes, the dull throb is in me now, sending whispering vibrations along my nerves, because Dante, the man I hate, the devil himself, is sitting near.

Because of Dante and his threat. Promise, whatever it was.

He had me so turned on, I spent my entire first shiftin a throb of need, an ache from not being fulfilled, not finding release.

Similar to now.

“Did you hear me?”

I dip two glasses into the treated water and down on the whirring brushes, rinsing them in the next sink. “I wasn’t listening.”

“Thinking about fucking someone?”

I press my thighs together. “Why do you care?”

“I don’t.” He shrugs, that wicked darkness dancing in his eyes. “I’m just making sure you’re keeping up your end of the bargain.”

There’s no bargain, he just told me he’d punish me if I came, broke those first set of rules.

I hate him. Loathe him.

“Like I have a choice,” I snap.

His eyes meet mine, sending a shaft of heat through me. “We all have choices, Lizette. I was letting you know we might keep you on the lower floor.”

“Why?” I frown.

“Precautions.” He reaches down and pulls up a bag, handing it to me. “Got you something.”

I wipe my hands on my apron and stare at it.

“It won’t bite.”

“No, something from you is going to be far worse.” But I open it, and almost throw it at him. It’s a vibrator.

“For when I let you come.” He takes the bag, leaving me with the box that announces what’s in it. “Or maybe it’s temptation personified; I haven’t decided.”

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