Total pages in book: 163
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154735 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Except instead of looking at her, his eyes were searching her lair, passing by the open kitchen area, the bath section with its claw-foot Victorian tub, the acres of clothes hanging on those department store racks. When his gaze settled on the door out, her veins flushed with a cold rush.
It wasn’t like he was waiting for a knock from Uber Eats.
And there was no reason for him to care about the exit from this plane of existence, no call for him to be contemplating, in any way, what was going on in the outside world. She was his universe, and wherever she said they were, he was going to fucking stay.
They were in love, goddamn it, and this was an infinite motherfucking honeymoon.
“What are you looking at,” she demanded sharply.
Once again, he took his own sweet time meeting her eyes—and what do you know, the defiance was not sexy.
“Nothing,” he murmured.
Fuck.
For all her infinite days and nights of existence, going back to the split second of her summoning out of the ether by the Creator, she had been a conduit of unfathomable destruction, carnage, and suffering.
And if somebody were to bundle every one of her evil deeds, culminate all of the pain she had caused all of the living things she had destroyed, toyed with, or exploited…
It wouldn’t come close to what it would do to her if he left.
“You’re going nowhere,” she growled. “You’re mine.”
“Did I say I wanted to leave?” he drawled.
Devina sat up and pulled the sheet back over to cover her breasts. “It doesn’t matter if you do.” She pointed across to the door with her red-polished forefinger. “That is forever closed, and what’s more, you love me with all that you are. So you aren’t going to want to leave.”
The silence between them was the kind of thing that turned thin air into solid wall. And with each passing moment, the coil of fear deep in her gut cranked tighter and tighter. Even though she knew of the Book’s power, and had seen what it could affect, she became paralyzed that for some reason, in her case, that which had been conjured at its direction, all settled and set in stone, would fly, fly away—
Her male took a step forward. And another. And… another.
And then he was prowling up the foot of the bed, his arms bowed out, his malevolent stare lit like fire, his long fangs dropping even farther down.
His erect sex hanging and bobbing, ready to fuck her.
When he got within range, he locked a hard grip on both her knees—then he wrenched her legs wide and jerked her down to him. Splaying her as if he were going to field-dress her like a deer, he angled his head down and stared at her glistening core.
The blast of heat she felt as he palmed his arousal again and started jerking himself off replaced the bitter cold of her terror that he would leave.
And that was when she smiled again.
A simp would never do it for her, not long-term, no matter how physically beautiful. She was going to need to ride the knife edge of her fear of abandonment from time to time or she would grow complacent and lethargic. Happy home had never been her thing.
She was a creature of chaos—
As Lash started to come, he angled the hot jets right at her core, the slashing, splashing impacts, the way he reared back and grimaced, the sounds of his harsh breathing and creaking of the bed, the kind of thing that tossed her over the edge again.
She orgasmed as he did.
And then he wasn’t done with her.
Like an incubus, he swooped down onto her, sealing his lips on the folds that he had just slicked up, eating her sex…
… owning her body in the same way he owned her soul.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck, he kept this up? She wasn’t going to need to ever use that goddamn door again, either.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rumble in the jungle.
In the end, Lassiter decided to leave his hideout because his empty stomach was turning his south of the equator into a site of unrest. But as he dematerialized and traveled through the cool spring night in a scatter of molecules, he had no real thought of where he was going to get some food.
Well, he knew one place he was not going. Even though Fritz, the Brotherhood’s butler, rode herd on an amazing bunch of doggen chefs, and he missed the crêpes suzette like they were a family member, he wasn’t showing up for First Meal at the mansion. He couldn’t face those people.
But he couldn’t ignore them, either. Or maybe that was more… shouldn’t.
It wasn’t until he re-formed and got a case of the woozy-wobbles that he did the math and realized he hadn’t been out in the sun for days now. That, more than any transient “hungry,” was the bigger issue for his cravings. He needed to absorb sunlight, that immortal energy source, to be at his strongest—