Page 59 of The Devil and His Goddess

“Sex demon,” he finished. His charm finally shined through as the corner of his lip lifted, which exposed a fang-like canine.

I wanted to burst out laughing from how much sense that made.

No wonder he’s so good at it.

Not daring to praise his skills directly to his face, I queried, “So what’s an Incubus doing running a ballet company or performing with a band?”

“What? Are demons not allowed to have lives? You think we just sit in Hell all day, thinking of ways to make the world a terrible place?”

My face instantly warmed from shame, because that kindawaswhat I thought. I wasn’t religious or anything, so I assumed, if demons were real, they were bad, given how people and the media portrayed them. I wasn’t expecting the creatures of Hell to be hot as sin and leading normal lives.

“Sorry,” I apologized quietly. “I guess that was judgmental of me.”

He chuckled. “I was joking.”

“Leave it to you to joke at a time like this,” I laughed disbelievingly. My gaze dropped to the floor as the lightheartedness faded from my chest. “What do we do now?”

“About?”

I shrugged. “Everything? What do I do about Drake?”

“You don’t need to do anything,” he answered immediately, his tone firm and leaving no room for discussion. “I’ll handle that fucker.”

“What are you gonna do?”

He smirked, showing off his sharp fang-like canines once more. “I’m a demon, remember? He saw me in that form, so I’m sure he’s smart enough to stay away, knowing the company you keep. Not that distance will keep him safe. As soon as I find the bastard, which Iwill, I’ll introduce him to arealmonster. There will be no salvation for anyone who dares to hurt you, Harper.”

The clear threat in his words should’ve alarmed me. He was talking about killing Drake. But instead of breaking out in horrified chills, hot desire traveled down my spine before settling at my core in a heedy rush of desire.

The moment my pussy began to ache, Perseus inhaled sharply as his demonic eyes snapped down to the place where I squeezed my thighs together. Being an Incubus, he could probably sense the hunger currently robbing me of breath.

Instead of hiding what I was feeling, I finished my questions. “What do we do about us now?”

His throat bobbed on a swallow as he slowly tore his gaze away from between my thighs to meet mine. “Us?”

“It’s like you said. The mask is off. I know who you are,whatyou are, and I—I still want …”

His black-and-red eyes widened a fraction, and his lips parted. “You still want me?”

“Did you think me finding out the truth would change that?”

His gaze searched mine as silence wrapped around us. For a moment, I thought he was going to remain quiet, but finally, he answered, “I thought it was a possibility. You’d made a point of keeping me at a distance, yet I’d been with you, anyway. Not to mention the whole demon thing. I thought the truth might ruin things.”

The sincerity in his words struck a chord in me. Perseus was always flirty and charming. He didn’t doubt himself or what he wanted, yet when it came to whatever was happening between us, he did. His own uncertainty made me feel less alone in coming to terms with how complicated this was, like now he had worries about beingmore, too.

Funnily enough, his being a demon made him more human in my eyes.

Despite the doubt he struggled with now, he still wanted me.

Just as I still wanted him.

My heart began to race. Tonight had turned my world on its axis. Everything had shattered and reassembled into an all new world. With this change came the final push I’d needed to take that leap, to take that risk. I’d already tasted a sliver of that darkness, and it wasn’t nearly enough.

I wanted this demon.

I wanted Perseus.

And I was finally ready to be honest with him and myself.

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