Page 27 of Sinner's End

“And,” she adds, stamping one of her glorious little feet. “I have a deal of my own.”

I stare at her, this marvelous little creature come to parlay with the darkest of earthbound gods. “I’m waiting,” I murmur, rounding my words with the sort ofcome-hithercaress I might use before I lick her from asshole to clit while she creams on my tongue.

“If you kneel for me, you’re mine to do with as I wish. For seven ofmydays,” the clever little minx answers me, defiance pouring from her in waves, like it’s meant to hold me back.

Her efforts fail in epic style. That “fuck you” vibe of hers might as well be an aphrodisiac for all the energy she puts into trying to hold me at bay mentally. Pity, as she doesn’t know yet that she’ll need it. Soon. Plus, her deal isn’t half as damning as mine.

“Done,” I say blithely, slapping my palm to the desktopwith a hard crack. My whip leaps from the desk and I flick it aside for the moment.

She jumps, cute as she is, but that last wasn’t for her.

Bowen appears out of thin air at my side, bowing with false platitudes and covered in blood. Maybe some other things.

“What the—” she starts.

I wave her to silence. “What are you wearing?” I frown at the ruined angel. Gore and guts drip from his saturated clothes like he’s been bathing in mortal blood. “What did you do, Bowen?” My voice holds a hard edge, because my pretty little torment isn’t playing by the rules.

“I had … fun.” He licks his lips, tasting the blood of others, and smiles.

Something in me rises and for the moment it’s not my cock. My demon scents him, his sin, and I needmore.

We all act as though we rule this plane when in fact it defines us. And we all sure as hell want to go home. Each of us will do anything to achieve that. But what Bowen’s done…

“You know you can’t go back now,” I whisper, cradling his face between my hands, slicking my thumbs in the residual life force of those he tore apart. “Yours is a one-way trip, my friend.”

He blinks at me, all sultry and sinuous as his damp body plasters to mine. “Perhaps I only want to go down, Master,” he whispers, rising on his toes to press his lips to my mouth.

I let him kiss me, allowing his flickering tongue with its oh-so-sinful offering to tempt me. He sucks my tongue as Adreana watches, silent for the moment. My eyes remain open while the twisted fallen debases himself further, groveling for my kisses, but I only have a place for her at my side. Never him, though he doesn’t seem to have worked that out yet.

Sheis who and what I crave and the only person who knows I own her in her entirety right now isme. That little juicy secret hardens me and I know it’s time to claim her, in my ownway.

I cup the back of Bowen’s neck, flicking my tongue along his until he whimpers, and reach down to squeeze his balls through his blood-stained leather pants. “I want you to do something for me,” I purr, giving himfuck meeyes. Which I’ll deliver on. It just won’t be what he wants. I swallow a laugh. My deals never are.

“Anything,” he promises me.

“Good,” I growl. “Now be a good penitent and be my vessel.”

The whites of his eyes show as I use my hand on his nape to push him forward over my desk. Things tumble off the sides as I hold him down, though he struggles prettily for me.

I smile. “Take notes,” I murmur to Addi. This conversation will be between us, now.

“But, I—” Bowen starts.

“Shhh.” I place a comforting finger over his lips that seals nicely for me until I’m done.

The angel weeps on my desk, blood and sweat collecting in a small pool that I make sure to rub his face into. He might cry now but if I reach between his legs, I know I’ll find him hard as hell at the humiliation. The sick little fuck gets off on the shit I throw his way, and we both love it.

“You’re insane.” Addi backs away, but I shake my head.

“Stay.”

Her feet freeze in place as she starts to understand the mere edges of my power. Her lips move, but for once nothing comes out, and I’m not even the one doing that.

“Welcome to my world, little mortal,” I breathe.

She pants, her eyes darting to the writhing angel beneath me who just appeared out of thin air, and back to my face. “I didn’t know—”

“And now you do,” I whisper, still smiling faintly. “I’llclaim you now, Adreana. Desk, or chair?” I gesture to the plush leather recliner in one corner away from my desk. I’m not above offering comfort while I violate her. That’s not the sort of monster I am. There’s a simple pleasure in being kind as well as cruel, but the power comes in hope.

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