Page 66 of Wrath

“With my life,” she replied immediately.

Not a hint of hesitation.

My heart lifted.

“Then let me make you feel good.” I held the blindfold up in front of her.

Pure lust blazed in her luminescent eyes as she nodded eagerly.

Pleased, I helped her lift her head to secure the blindfold into place.

“If, at any point, you want me to stop, simply say so,” I told her. “Why don’t we use a safe word?”

“A safe word?” Even with the blindfold in place, I could see the way her brows furrowed, the skin between them crinkling.

“Sometimes someone will say no without truly meaning it. Or they’ll say yes without thinking things through,” I responded calmly. “So if you truly want me to stop, say the word ‘octopus,’ and I’ll stop everything I’m doing, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Her pink lips parted on that one word, dragging it out.

“What is your safe word?”

“Octopus.”

“And when will you say it?”

She swallowed. “When I want you to stop.”

“Good girl.” I moved back towards the nightstand as her quiet voice drifted to me.

“Kill? How do you know all of this?” She sounded hesitant, and I didn’t blame her.

Before Z, I was a virgin, and she was the only girl I’d ever been with—and would ever be with.

“I’m an incubus.” I didn’t know how else to explain it.

All of this…came naturally to me, as easy as breathing. When the incubus came out to play, I became a completely different person.

“You can use your safe word whenever you want,” I reminded her.

If this was too much for her, I would understand. Even with the lust riding me, demanding I take her and make her mine, I would stop. I would always stop if she asked me to.

But Z didn’t use her safe word. She simply remained there, the blindfold in place, her hands clenching the bedpost above her head, her body flushed red with intense arousal.

“Good girl,” I growled, grabbing the ice cube from the glass.

Carefully, I returned to her side, allowing my eyes to drift over her naked body. Her breasts were plump and a perfect handful, her nipples a light shade of pink. She had a single scar on her hip that I’d never noticed before. Her pussy was clean-shaven, and the lips were already dripping with the evidence of her arousal.

“So fucking perfect,” I whispered in awe, struck once again by the fact that this woman was mine.

How did I get so lucky?

For a moment, a wave of self-consciousness hit me, blanketing the heady lust flowing through me. I’d never done anything like this before, and though my body and mind knew inherently what to do, my heart wondered if I was making the right choice. If I would fuck things up. If she would become disgusted by my new appearance?—

But then I inhaled sharply, and the uncanny lust pervading the room infiltrated my body, setting it aflame once more. All thoughts except Z vanished.

I wanted her.

Needed her.

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