Page 118 of Touched By Darkness

“So not only am I the object of your wicked fantasies, but now I’m your savior, too?” He sounds so amused that I’m temporarily released from his trance.

“Get over yourself.” I try to push him off, but his arms trap me as I growl, “You know what’s behind the door in my dream.”

“Not only are you stubborn, but presumptuous, too.”

“And you’re a dick.” I blush as soon as the words leave my mouth, because now my attention zeros in on his thick length that’s pressing into my stomach. He’s big and hard.

So very fucking hard.

And it shouldn’t make it this difficult to inhale a full breath.

I shove him off and he lets me, much to my surprise. But then Dmitriy walks into the room, eyeing us both carefully.

“Look who decided to grace us with her presence.” It unnerves me how collected Amenadiel looks. His cock strains against his pressed suit pants, and I pray Dmitriy is none the wiser. But how could he possibly miss it when it looks like a poisonous snake that wants to escape its confines and have me for lunch?

I shake away those thoughts even as I sneak another furtive glance.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Amenadiel is right; something very dark and scary whispers inside me.

“Are you staying for dinner?” Amenadiel’s deep voice shatters my thoughts, and I tear my eyes away from the tenting bulge in his pants.

My cheeks burn bright red. “I-uh…” I try to swallow, peering over at Dmitriy, but before I can finish my sentence, the servants bring in a group of terrified humans.

I blink, and then I blink again.

When we had dinner at Lucifer’s, the chained girls were quiet and demure. A picture of sophistication. These humans, on the other hand, are screaming and crying.

And the blood…

My nostrils flare as a thick, black mist seeps beneath the gap in the doors. I step back, nearly tripping over the bear’s head. The mist trails over the floorboards, closer and closer. “Amenadiel?”

“Don’t fight it,” he says, casually walking over to where the humans cower in a corner. “Let it claim you.”

“What are you doing?” I ask as he grabs an injured human man by the arm, hauls him over—unbothered by the blood trail on the floor—and drops him by my feet.

While I inch away from the shadows crawling up my ankles, Dmitriy takes a seat on the couch and digs his phone out of his pocket.

This is so surreal.

I’m losing control in front of their eyes, and Dmitriy doesn’t even look up from the screen as though this is normal. It’s not. Every fiber in my being knows this is not how it’s done.

Amenadiel steps around me, grips my upper arms, and whispers in my ear, “Can you feel it? How your heart beats faster asitclaims you? Let go, sweetheart. Don’t fight.”

The human man launches to his feet and tries to run, but with the cut in his leg, his gait is off, and he hobbles instead.

It’s the wrong thing to do.

My vision mists over, and my teeth elongate as darkness falls upon my soul.

“Never run from a hunter,” Amenadiel breathes in my ear before releasing my shoulders.

ChapterTwenty-Six

DAEMON

The concern in Dariana’s eyes as she watches me pace the room is starting to get on my nerves. She hasn’t stopped looking at me since I threw the fucking coffee table at the wall.

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