“Eros, please,” I said.

“Dani.” He dropped his hand from Trevon and clenched his jaw, any sign of softness drying up. “He shouldn’t be here.”

“Why?” I asked, testing him. “Tell me why he shouldn’t be here.”

“He’s… he smells like…” Eros growled, nostrils flaring, and stormed to the couch where Zane was lounging still.

I clenched my jaw and led Trevon away. Once he was safely in the bathroom, I stood by the door and sighed. Maria was fetching clothes from her room for him, and Eros and Zane were talking to themselves again in the living room.

“Did you feel that wrath on him?” Eros asked quietly. I tilted my head in their direction.

Zane sighed. “If he’s hanging out with Javier still, he’s bound to be covered in wrath. It’ll be seeping from his veins soon, if he’s not careful.”

“He had blood on him,” Eros said. “Coated on him. I could smell it.”

Zane paused for a moment. “You think Javier is hurting him?”

Eros blew a breath through his nose. “He smells more like Satan than Javier to me, but who knows.”

Trevon opened the door, and I stepped away. Lucifer and Satan were supposed to just be monsters from Mom’s stories—but Eros and Zane were talking about them as if they were normal people leading normal lives in a normal world that they called Hell. Who would be next? Beelzebub, the green king of envy. Mammon, the prince of jewels and riches. Or—her favorite—Asmodeus, the sorcerer of temptation.

Everything I had thought was a mere fairytale was becoming truth. And I didn’t know whether I wanted to ask for more or hide in the crook of someone’s shoulder and wish this away.

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CHAPTER 32

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Dani

My bedroom door opened, and I sat up on the bed. “Eros,” I whispered. I had been waiting for him.

After Trevon’s interruption earlier, I knew he wouldn’t be able to stay away. Just like at Kasey’s he was here to make sure I knew that I was his—not Trevon’s.

He stepped into the moonlight which was streaming through my bedroom window. His scent of cinnamon was forcefully strong but not strong enough to bewitch me like he had done so many times before.

All I wanted to do was dig my fingers into his thick muscle, touch him like he had touched me so many times, and tell him that I knew his little secret.

This was real. This was Eros.

So damn frightening yet the only thing that I wanted.

I grabbed his wrists and pulled him onto the bed with me. “Come here,” I said, my hand rubbing up his bare abdomen and curling around the back of his neck. “I want you.”

Human or demon, it didn’t matter to me. I would prove my want for him one way or another. Everything would be so much easier when he knew that I knew.

When he had crawled between my legs and pressed his hardness against my core, I let him tease me. His breath warming my neck, his fingers running down my sides, his horns brushing against me. “Dani,” he whispered, grinding himself harder into me.

“Yes?” I asked, breathing him in.

He grasped my chin in one of his hands and pushed the other into my underwear, finger slowly running down my fold. “You’re so wet for me already.” He pressed a finger against my entrance, teasing me. “I bet you can’t wait for me to be inside of you.” He pushed his finger harder against me, and I did want him inside of me. “Your tight pussy clenching around my cock as it thrust in…” He pushed it inside of me, and my pussy wrapped around it. “… and out…” He pulled it out. “… and back into you…” Back in. “So fucking slowly until you can’t handle it.”

I breathed in his ecstasy, reached between us, and grabbed his cock through his briefs. “You’re the one that can’t wait to be inside of me,” I said, fingers slowly trailing down his jaw. I rolled us over and grinded my hips against his hardness. “For weeks you’ve been thinking about it, haven’t you? About how good my hands would feel wrapped around your horns as I ride you. About your teeth leaving love-bites down the side of my neck so everyone can see that I’m yours. About your finally being inside of me after months of torturing yourself around me.”

He gazed up at me with hazy black eyes and placed his hands on my hips, but I grabbed them, pinned them to the pillow next to his head, and intertwined my fingers with his. “No more torturing yourself, Eros. It’s my turn,” I said. I pressed my lips to his.

It was the perfect distraction.

I left hot, needy kisses down his neck. “I want you to take me,” I whispered, tightening my fingers around his. “Any way that you want.” His ring dug into my palm, and I grinded my hips harder against his. “Anywhere that you want.” I slid the ring off his finger—without him noticing—and slid my hand out of his, hiding the ring under my pillow.

When it was secure, I sat back up and smirked down at him, hips still moving back and forth. In the morning, the ring would be there. Evidence that Eros had spent night after night with me, and that I enjoyed every moment we spent together.

He wrapped his hands around my waist. “Look at you,” he said, eyes hazy. “The things I want to do to you.” He shook his head, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “They’re sinister.”

“Tell me,” I said. His hardness was pressing against my panties.

He sat up and trailed his lips up the side of my neck. “I want to dig my fangs into every inch of your flesh.” His fingers dipped between my legs. “And fuck you until you’re trembling.” He wrapped a hand in my hair and pulled roughly on it. “I want to hear you scream and beg and whimper my name.”

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CHAPTER 33

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Dani

When I hid Eros’s ring under my pillow last night, I expected to wake up with a giddy feeling. I thought it’d feel like Christmas morning again, when I used to wait for Mom to finish her coffee before I dragged her to the Christmas tree to see what Santa and his flying reindeer brought me.

But I didn’t feel anything giddy. I knew exactly what was under my pillow, and I was terrified.

Even after asking Eros about demons, he didn’t want to tell me his secret; he continued to hide it from me. And, besides that, I had so many questions that I didn’t even know I wanted answered. How would Eros react? Would he still want us or was our relationship best as it was? If he still wanted us, would I be able to survive the depths of Hell if he asked me to go?

One of my windows was pulled all the way open, letting a cold breeze blow in. I cocooned myself in my comforter, stood next to my bed, and stared at the pillow. Maybe I should leave the ring under it and pretend that it was never even there. Things were going well, and I didn’t want to ruin them.

I paced around the room, watching white puffs of air form in front of my face and gazing at the snow as it fell and melted on my windowsill. Though my room must’ve been freezing, I felt extremely hot, like my body was igniting from the inside out, heating every inch of my skin, setting my fingertips on fire.

I wanted to stop thinking about that stupid ring, but I couldn’t. All I could think about was what would happen when Eros found out that I knew his sinful little secret. Would he finally stop holding back? Would he fuck me senseless as he promised? I pressed my legs together. Would I be able to handle all of him?

There was only one way to find out.