Page 5 of Spider Demon's Kiss

“Alright. Not here,” I replied scanning the streets and ushering him into my car.

Quickly pulling away, the brownstones whipped by us.

“What is it?” I said keeping one eye on the rearview mirror.

“There’s a word on the street. It’s about your upcoming marriage.”

“How is my marriage a word on the street? I only finalized that deal six hours ago,” I said not liking where this was going.

“If you think you finalized it, you might need to talk to Sato again.”

“And why is that?” I said feeling my neck warm.

“Don’t kill the messenger, Dante,” Lorenzo warned nervously, his lack of tattoos and lean build striking a strong contrast to Matteo and me.

“Why would I kill the messenger?”

“Because Sato doesn’t plan on offering you Yuki. He’s offering you Kuroi.”

My brother could not have missed how white I turned. My face tingled as I slowly left my body.

“Dante, did you hear me?”

“I heard you.”

“He’s trying to humiliate our pack,” Lorenzo said pointing out the obvious.

It looks like Sato hadn’t gotten over me refusing his first marriage offer. This was how he was getting revenge. His demon wanted war for what Matteo had done to his man. And the only way out of it was for me to marry his son, the spider demon.

“You’re not thinking about doing it, are you, Dante?”

I looked away as Pa’s words echoed in my head. He had been right about Sato. Fuck!

So, what did I do now? If I didn’t go through with it, my father would use it to undermine my still tenuous control over the pack.

If I did marry Sato’s bastard off-spring, the chances of me ending up dead like all of his other lovers were damn near certain.

Maybe I was thinking about this wrong. Maybe all of the bat-shit crazy things I heard about Kuroi wasn’t true. Maybe everything going around about him was an exaggeration.

The street has been known to get things mixed up on occasion. What I heard about Kuroi could be one of those times. Because no one could be as out of their mind as he was supposed to be, could they?

Chapter 2

Kuroi

‘If I had a dollar for every time balls were stuffed in my mouth in the most inopportune time,’ I considered with a laugh.

Although, the one currently prying my mouth open was my fault

, I had sworn off being hog-tied naked in the trunk of a car a long time ago. It’s the only way to keep birthday memories special.

So, why was I now blindfolded, and ball gagged in what had to be a two-year-old E-class? Who the fuck knows? Thirty minutes ago I was very happily attached to a Saint Andrew’s Cross. I mean, I’m all about pushing limits. But if tonight ends with my dead body being dumped in a ditch, I will be so pissed.

Once the brakes tighten on my chariot and we rolled to a stop, it was only a second before sunlight touched my naked flesh. I could feel two people looking down at me. They were wondering what to do.

Because they were quiet, I had to assume they were using gestures. Interesting! That meant that they weren’t planning on killing me and they hoped to survive our little encounter. How cute!

When one of them grabbed me by the legs and threw me over his shoulder, I knew exactly where I was going. The switch from sunlight to cool air confirmed it. If I hadn’t been blinded with hope that my lover had finally gotten creative, I would have noticed it before.

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