“I spared the other two. For now. But by the time I left that room, they were unconscious from the sheer amount of pain and suffering I unleashed on them.”
“Did you get the information you needed?” I ask, forcing myself to stay calm.
Daemon might be unhinged, but he doesn’t do anything for no reason. The men he’s talking about will have deserved it.
“Not enough, no.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have killed one then,” I state.
He presses the point of his knife against his palm, and I startle.
“W-what are you doing?”
His eyes lift from watching the blade and they find mine. He stares at me from under his lashes, dark hunger bleeding from him.
He steps closer again, not moving the knife from his hand.
“Since walking out of that building, there’s only been one thing I’ve been able to think about.”
My head spins as I wait for him to confess.
“I want to mark you, Calli.”
Oh shit.
“I want to paint you in my blood. Make you mine.”
“Y-you’re c-crazy,” I stutter.
“That’s not news to anyone, Angel.”
One second, he’s standing before me with his knife poised and ready, and the next he’s sliced the thing straight across his palm and it clatters to the floor.
“Daem—” His name is cut off as the length of his body presses against mine, his bleeding hand lands on the side of my neck and his lips slam down on mine.
I don’t move for a second or two, but then he hooks one of my legs up around his hip, grinding himself against me.
His kiss is brutal, demanding, and I fucking drown in it.
Nothing about him is gentle as his teeth nip my bottom lip and tongue, his fingers digging into my arse as he holds me against him and his other hand touches me everywhere, doing exactly as he craved and painting me in his blood.
My body burns hotter than I’ve ever known, my release surging forward faster than I’m sure it should from just grinding against him.
“Nikolas,” I moan when he finally rips his lips from mine in favour of kissing, sucking, and biting down my neck.
My head falls back against the tiles. The fleeting thought of making him stop before I have to spend all tomorrow morning trying to cover up his marks is soon forgotten when he takes my vest in his hands and rips the thing clean in two to save pulling it over my head and breaking his kiss.
“Oh God,” I moan as his hands cup my aching breasts.
Glancing down, I find exactly what I was expecting—red stains tainting my skin, just like they are his. Only mine doesn’t belong to the enemy, just the devil.
My knickers go next, practically disintegrating under his touch.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growls, dipping lower and sucking on the sensitive skin of my breast before finally taking my nipple in his mouth.
My fingers curl in his hair, holding him in place as he drives me crazy. His eyes hold mine the entire time, watching every one of my reactions and eating up all of my cries and pleas for more.
“One day,” he growls, “I’m going to make you come just like this.”