Page 486 of Evil Hearts

He had skill. Enough to tell me he had one too many one night stands that left broken hearts in his wake. My distaste for him grew a little more.

But his talent still wasn’t enough. Deep down, I knew the reason why but I refused to acknowledge it. I couldn’t let it have power over me. I couldn’t let…

“Fuck. I need you to fist me,” I bit out, pleasure waning the longer his tongue played around. This. This was why I stopped dating. The sheer disappointment hit me like a tidal wave and it only made me pissed.

He sputtered against me and tossed me off, bolting to his feet, looking at me like I was crazy. And maybe I was because all I could do was curl my lip into a snarl at his audacity.

“You want me towhat?” he asked incredulously.

I slowly sat up, tilting my head to the side as I watched him watching me. “You heard what I said,” I cooed, crawling forward like a feline in heat. “I said fist me. Unless, I’m not the only pussy here…?”

“What did you just say to me?” He balled his hands into fists and my excitement grew. Oh, things just got a whole lot more interesting indeed.

I sat on my haunches, massaging my breasts without a care in the world. “You heard what I said…baby,” I told him with a wink, sticking my tongue out to lick my own nipples in suggestion.

If he didn’t get his act together, this little tryst of ours was going to end with him—

He lunged at me in the next second, his eyes morphing from lust to hatred. I grinned widely like a cat who finally caught her little pet mouse when the only thing that landed on me was a hot spray of blood across my face.

Wiping the thick liquid with the back of my hands, I blinked a few times in confusion before seeing Balraxas with his own smile, and a wicked looking serrated spear in his hands withthe stranger impaled a few inches before me. Blood dribbled from the man’s mouth comically—you know, the way Hollywood always portrayed it in the movies.

A few emotions slammed into me in that instant. Frustration that I didn’t get off before he was killed. Annoyance that it was Balraxas who cock-blocked me. Irritation at myself for my pussy fluttering at the appearance of said demon.

“And what, pray tell, do you think you are doing, little human?” Balraxas purred, lifting the spear, sliding the limp body of a three hundred something pound man down its shaft.

“What does it look like I’m doing, demon? Surely just because you don’t have eyes doesn’t mean you’re blind. I’m not that stupid,” I snapped, crossing my arms, the blood making me slide across my skin.

He owed me new sheets. And maybe a call to a maid service to clean this up before the cops arrived with questions.

“As much as I enjoy watching you play with your prey…I found myself with a strange new emotion when it came tothisone,” he scowled.

I lifted a brow. “Oh, really?”

I hated the way my heart fluttered at his admission. The same way he hated the way this man buried inside me made him feel.

“Yes, there was just something about the way he…” Balraxas trailed off, lost in thought.

I chastised myself for finding the wretched being endearing in the moment.

“If you’re not here to fix the problem you created, then I suggest you leave.” The annoyance was evident in my voice. “And tell your stupid little sprites to come clean this up, since that’s your fault too.”

He snapped his head to mine, his lips curled. “You’d rather have the company of imbeciles like sprites and thisthing, than me?”

I stood up, shoving my finger in his chest, tilting my head back to glare at him. I hated that the smell of hellfires now reminded me of him. “Yes. I am saying that. Get your ass out of my house. You’ve caused enough trouble.”

The air around us shimmered and I was on my stomach, on my bloodstained sheets with Balraxas covering my back, his claws slowly trailing the crimson splatters in lazy patterns.

“I find your anger endearing,” he whispered, licking my spine.

My body trembled beneath him, my pussy crying out for him to fill me.

“Yeah, well, then you should be happy to know I hate you daily and plot to kill you in all the best of ways.”

He groaned, undulating his hips against me, his extra limbs extruding from his body.

“You tease me with your words, Lena. Yet you never carry out your promises,” he pouted and I rolled my eyes.

Truth be told, I had thought of all the different ways I wanted to decimate his body. From cutting off his fingers and jabbing it into the slits on his ribs, to carving out eye sockets and forcing him to look at me the way I wanted him to.

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