Page 124 of Wicked Believer
I gaze up at him.
My body knows this dance thoroughly.
But this is the first time I’ve ever experienced it with anyoneotherthan Lucifer.
And this is Death we’re talking about.
I swallow thickly.
“Careful,” he grumbles.
“Or what?” I ask, pulling away quickly.
Azrael chuckles like he already has me all figured out, and the way it echoes low and deep in my belly, like there’s nowhere to escape him, sends an accompanying shiver racing through me. “Do you have to ask?”
I sigh. “Look, Death,sir,” I say, aiming for sarcastic and ending up closer to bratty. “I don’t know what it is you think you know about me, but I’m here to train. Just like—”
“Daddy told you?” he finishes for me.
I turn crimson, and Azrael smirks like he won the lottery.
“Is that what you call him? Daddy?”
Goddamn him.
My whole body is on fire from head to toe.
Burning with fury.
Azrael chuckles long and low. “Oh, you and I are going to have some fun, Charlotte.”
I cross my arms. “Oh yeah, and why’s that?”
Azrael draws dangerously close.
So close my gaze falls to his stupid, gorgeous lips.
Death’s kiss.
I shiver.
No wonder his mouth is so tempting.
His tongue darts out, his thumb and closed fist positioned just to the side of that smug, lethal grin as he looks at me.
My throat writhes as I swallow.
Why am I such a sucker for dangerous men?
“Let’s get one thing clear, little siren,” he growls, his deep voice humming through me, making me soft in places it shouldn’t. I’m forcedto take a step back as slowly his face starts to transition until nothing but that deathly skeleton stares back at me.
Holy fuck.
Fear and adrenaline make my heart race, my nipples hardening.
He’s practically on top of me now. Our chests nearly touching.
Those bared teeth widen into a cruel smile like he already knows the effect he has on me, even like this. “The bratty submissive bit may have worked on him, Charlotte, but make no mistake,” he says, his voice dropping low just as he sweeps my feet.
