Page 20 of House of Demons and Bones

“I can’t believe we’re in this situation,” he said, thrusting into me powerfully. “Whenever Barbie is involved, everything turns to shit.”

I nodded, ashamed of Barbie.

“We’ll spend the night in my house,” Rowan decided. “And I’ll ravish you all night.”

With a growl, he brought me to the bed, thrusting into me with urgency. My legs clamped around his waist. The bed cracked and broke under his force, dumping us onto the grass below, which didn’t stop us from claiming each other.

We’re not making you another bed,Barbie grated, thankfully not through my mouth.Next time use the bushes. I’m done being nice—look where that got me.

You sound like a bitter ex,I shot back.And no thanks. We’re not coming back here. I’m drawing the line.” I gloated, “You know what? We’ll fuck in my mate’s luxury penthouse from now on.

With one long, powerful thrust, Rowan stiffened atop me, grunting as he came. His cum filled my depths. I exploded on his cock, milking him, and screamed his name instead of calling him Satan, as Barbie had spitefully done to the chaos prince.

Rowan gasped, riding the waves of our mutual pleasure, and I giggled in satisfaction.

His energy flowed toward me, but Barbie dove in first, snatching what she could. I lunged after her, racing to pull in more than that greedy professional cockblocker.

Then I froze when Rowan whispered, “I love you, my little monster.”

“Say it again.” I needed to make sure that I hadn’t heard him wrong.

“I love you.” His rich voice turned fierce. “Always will.”

“And I love you, sugar.”

7

Barbie

Apolite knock sounded on my door, but I burrowed my face deeper into the pillow. I’d barely gotten any shut-eye.

It was nearly dawn when I got back to the House of Mages, raw and pink from scrubbing the fae heir’s scent off me in the lake in Underhill. The moment I crossed the pentagon courtyard and stepped inside the heavily warded lime-and-gold building, Fred, Matt, and three of Cade’s personal guards swarmed me, even after I threw my hands up in surrender.

“His Highness requires your presence, wicked Barbie,” Fred said with a smirk.

“Shit.” I blinked. “At this ungodly hour?”

“Best not keep Prince Cade waiting,” Matt snickered. “You came to us as a criminal. His Highness was generous enough to offer you a second chance to turn over a new leaf.”

“But I’m already a new leaf,” I protested.

“Are you?” They snorted, distrust dripping from their voices as they marched me to the entertainment room on the second floor.

As soon as I walked in, I froze.

Silas and Louis were sprawled on chaises, playing cards with Cade and some new guy, who screamed royalty with his expensive clothes and fancy hairdo. Shot glasses were lined up in front of each player with a graveyard of empty bottles on the side table. Not that it mattered—alcohol barely touched supernaturals, especially powerful princes.

Why had they camped out here instead of going to bed? My stomach dropped as it dawned on me that they were waiting to ambush me. I sighed. A long interrogation was inevitable.

“Get over here, Barbie,” Cade called when I shrank back; the minions had already blocked the exit.

“There she is,” Silas drawled.

Louis raised his gin on ice in a salute. He loved it when I stirred shit, as long as it didn’t hit his house. “Come sit by me, Barbie. I’m worried about you.”

The new guy studied me with interest. He had Cade’s features.

Cade waved his minions out, and they closed the door behind them. I dragged myself to their table and dropped into the empty chair farthest from the heirs, my posture slouching.

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