Page 93 of Empire of Dark

Then killed his own brother for me.

And my world tilted on its axis.

A shift in my gravity that I’d been fighting for weeks.

I breathed in Damen’s air, our mouths still entwined, desperate for each other as his cock pulsated deep inside of me, his seed heating the deepest recesses of my body.

I hadn’t expected what had happened here tonight. That the whole plan would skid so sideways that I was in actual danger. Glint was a malefic den of sin and depravity, but I’d had no idea how fine that line actually was—that thin division betweensimple wicked debauchery and complete bloody chaos. Not until his brother had cornered me on the loading dock.

A brother I’d seen before—a long, long time ago.

A brother that knew my secrets and could use them against me.

I pressed my body harder against Damen’s torso, my legs tightening around him. Needing him. The safety of him.

Great Zeus, I didn’t want this moment to end. The ferocity in Damen still channeled into me, feeding my soul in a way it had never been sated.

I was too deep in. Too deep into this man, into how he made me feel and what I wanted from him. Which was, quite simply, everything.

I wanted his words, his aggravated looks, his smiles, his anger, his joy, his laughter, and his pain.

And by the way he had just fallen into me and then fucked me like a rabid beast, I daresay he wanted the exact same thing from me.

Too deep. Far too deep.

I was actually beginning to trust him, and that was the worst of it all.

All my intentions, all my ideals, laid to waste.

In his pocket his phone buzzed against my thigh and he groaned, then nipped my lip and leaned away from me, his hand shoving down in between our bodies to fish out his phone.

He swiped it on with his thumb. “What?”

“We have her,” I could hear one of his men say on the call.

“Harmed?”

I held my breath. Lenhadto be okay.

“Looks to be fine.”

I exhaled a sigh of relief, watching Damen’s lips move. Damn, I adored those lips.

“Get her to Sylas. He can be the hero with Genora. Cement his place with his uncle.”

“Yes, sir.”

Damen shut down his phone and extracted himself from me. “We should get out of here. I don’t need to be around when Eustice’s men find him, if they even manage to get out of that melee.”

“Why? What would they do if they knew you killed him?”

“I have other brothers and plenty of cousins and nieces and nephews, Ada.” He shoved his semi-hard cock back into his pants and buttoned them. “If Eustice was planning this—aligning with Genora to take me down—there’s no telling who or what he planned with any of the other Folottos.”

His hands wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the stack of crates. As I cobbled together the torn seam along the right side of my dress so the skimp of fabric wouldn’t just fall off my body, he picked up my long dagger from the floor and slid it into its spot on the inside of the top of my boot, then turned and picked up his own sword, sheathing it.

“Your hold on your own family is that tenuous?” I asked as I firmly gripped the side of my dress together with my right hand—I’d have to hold it together until we got back to the villa.

I quickly ran through all nine brothers of the Folotto family in my mind. Rodolfo died long ago. There were the three brothers that Triaten had helped destroy in the ocean off of California several years ago. Eustice had just been beheaded, no coming back for him. That left four of them. Damen, Geoff, Perseus, and Cletus.