“So what, then? You’re gonna punish me for eternity? Is that why you came? We both know I fucked that summoning up.”
Reaching down, he lifts my gaze to his with his finger, crouching down in front of me so I can’t look away. “You fucked a lot of things up, Lysandra. That summoning wasn’t one of them.”
So I’m just the unluckiest cunt in all the world, then. What are the odds I manage to summon a demon with very little trainingbut it happens to be someone I used to know? Magic always comes with a cost, I guess. Especially dark magic.
Breathing deep, I exhale hard and avoid his eyes. “Fine. Get on with it then.”
“You always were a bossy little thing.” His fingers slot into my hair and tighten, the pull of his fist making me gasp. “I can’t believe I actually missed you.” His other hand brushes along the blood on my knee, and then he stands to lick his fingers clean. “Get up. If you stay down there on your knees, I’m going to shove my cock in your throat.”
I’d be at least some level of turned on by the thought if he hadn’t just confirmed my fears. He hates me, and hearing it hurts worse than I thought it would.
Standing shakily, I feel more out of my element than I ever have. “So I’m stuck here now?” I ask, knowing the answer. “Where are all my things? Who’s going to take care of my cat?”
Those endlessly dark eyes drop to my pussy as he smirks. “I will, all you have to do is beg first.”
Ugh. I don’t actually have a cat, but I also don’t fancy getting ripped in half by a cock the size of an elephant’s leg. “I’ve never begged for anything in my life.”
“You begged me to stay that night, didn’t you? Your pleas still echo in my mind every single day.”
I did. I begged gods I didn’t believe in, begged the universe, begged the cops who showed up to bring a fucking ambulance. No one listened, no one cared, no one brought him back. “Then you’ll know exactly why I don’t beg. It’s never done me any good.”
“I don’t know about that. I’m stuck in this devilishly handsome body for the rest of eternity, and while you’re here in Hell, you’ll be stuck like that.” He looks me up and down. “You’re still pretty hot for your age.”
For my age? Scoffing, I flip him off with both hands. “I’m only thirty, dick. I’m not that much older than you were.” Pausing, I amend, “Are?”
Adrian shrugs. “Still older than me. Have you fucked anyone else?”
Blinking, I take a breath before answering. “Be more specific. Do you mean when I was in prison, when my boss helped himself to my body, or are you asking if I’ve fucked anyone else on purpose?”
“On purpose, obviously. I want to know who else has made you come.”
There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes that has a chill ghosting up my spine, so I forcemyself to lie as convincingly as I can. “Those are two separate things. Yeah, I’ve fucked other people, but I’ve been singlehandedly responsible for my own orgasms since the night you died.”
Scoffing, he pours himself another drink. “The night you murdered me, you mean?”
Dick. “My charge was involuntary manslaughter, not murder.”
“Felt like murder to me, but hey, what do I know?”
He holds out the bottle, so I take the peace offering and head over to grab it. If I have to be stuck down here with a guy who despises me, I may as well do it drunk.
Yet he tugs it back the second my fingers wrap around it, my body colliding with his before I can find my balance.
“Did they fuck you raw?”
“No,” I say truthfully. “I hated birth control so I always used condoms after you.”
He relaxes in a way that reminds me of the Adrian I knew, that darkness fading to the background. Fading, but never leaving. I don’t think it ever will. “Good.”
“So which is it then?” I snap in frustration. “Do you hate me or do you want me all to yourself?”
“Does it have to be one of those things? Tell me why it can’t be both.”
“If it’s both, you’re signing us up for an eternity of misery. If you hate me knowing it was an accident, nothing I say or do will ever change your mind. So where will that leave us in ten years, in a hundred, in a thousand?”
And more importantly... am I fucking dead now?
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