His hands were everywhere, stroking my breasts, rolling my nipples, gripping my waist. He pushed me back against the wall, and I barely registered him hitting his knees until he held my folds apart and put his mouth on me.
We’ll have to use the one from the bed. Salem eyed it with distaste. Understandable, since it was stained with blood and semen. But it was better than nothing.Can you hold onto her while I untie her wrists? asked Damien. Nodding, Salem gently took her weight while Damien freed her, and I quickly helped him wrap the sheet around her.
Take her, he told Damien. That was when her eyelids flipped open. We’re not here to hurt you, we – Salem broke off as her eyes bled to black. Then it was like a wave of energy splayed out of her and sent he, Damien and I careening into the walls.I coughed, getting to my feet. Fuck. You guys okay? Hearing grunts of affirmation, I turned my attention to the girl who had crumpled to the floor, her black eyes honed on me. Demon. Well, shit.Having met demons before, I knew to be scared. They weren’t evil like the stories said. Just like other species, they could be good or they could be bad. But the entity that lived inside them – the one looking right at me through black eyes – was a whole other matter.
Only one thing is fucking stopping me from hurling a psychic punch in your direction, which is that you’ve been hurt bad enough, Salem snapped at the demon as he stood upright. But if you attack her again, I won’t hesitate. The demon didn’t react in any way.Indicating for the others not to move closer, I spoke to the demon, my voice clear and steady. I know you can hear the shit going on downstairs. You could hear it before we came inside, couldn’t you? You waited. Knew this was your chance to get out.
The black eyes just stared at me blankly.
You’re one of them. The voice was flat, toneless, and tired. I don’t want your help.Grayson might be here, but he’d already left, too.
Somehow I’d done it again—become the other woman, the one left behind and forgotten.I felt it happen—the bricks of my defenses started to click back into place. It was like a tiny army invaded my heart and tried to slow the hemorrhage by shutting off every feeling.
I’m so sorry I’ll miss it, Starboard, but I can’t leave.Holy shit. She had a fucking nickname. Ultra-serious, calls-me-Samantha Grayson called her by a nickname. Click. Click. Click. That tiny little heart army mortared the last brick into place.