Page 61 of Speak No Evil

“I’m not playing, Jade. The fae city is—”

I cut him off. “The fae city is the answer to why AJ murdered my goddamn sister and has no memory of it. I’m going.” I try to step around him, but he blocks my way.

“It’s likely she’s faking amnesia in hopes of lesser consequences. She’s clearly some type of out-of-control death fae. Which explains her chosen profession.”

I roll my eyes. “People can be medical examiners for non-supernatural reasons, Vrahs.”

“Yes, Jade, I’m well aware. The point I’m making is that going to the fae city is a risk you don’t need to take. We caught her in the act. We don’t need to know the whys and hows of it.”

I growl at him. “No,youdon’t need the whys and hows. I do.”

Vrahs bursts into his true form and pins me to the wall, hand around my throat.

I’m pretty sure I could throw him off. I know I have more power than he does, but I think I’m also physically stronger than he is. At least in this form.

But I’m the kinda girl who likes an over-the-top possessive demon pushing me against things and telling me what to do.

I won’t listen.

But it’s still fucking hot.

I’m eye to eye with him and smile at his furious, gorgeous face. “What is that, the third suit you’ve hulked out of? If I were you, I’d stop wearing expensive suits all together. Such a waste, you know?”

He roars. Loud enough that my teeth vibrate a little.

“Hello? Is someone out there?” AJ says from the dungeon.

I hook a heel around Vrahs’s calf and portal us out of AJ’s earshot.

I don’t think about where we’re going, just that I can’t stand hearing that woman’s voice right now.

So, we end up in the rubble of my former apartment.

“You will follow my order, Jade.” His eyes burn with power. With anger.

I fucking love it.

His leather and smoke swirls around me like a tangible thing.

“I won’t, demon. Now remove your hands from me or I’ll remove them for you.”

Another roar and then I’m pinned to the far living room wall. Vrahs presses his body to mine, and somewhere in all of this, I’ve lost my tablecloth skirt.

I can’t help hitching my left leg around his hip. Or grinding myself against his hard cock.

A third roar. But this one is entirely different from his previous two. I dig my claws into his back, and Vrahs’s beautiful black wings snap out behind him.

“I will do as I please, demon.” The words are a hiss as my clit rubs against every new metal bauble along his shaft.

He twists his hand into my hair, pulling viciously, but oh, so deliciously. “You are mine,” he whispers along my lips before dipping his head to feast on my neck.

I’m awash in pleasure as Vrahs’s bites and sucks and ravages my neck.

“Mine,” he repeats and drops to his knees amidst the drywall and glass, and shattered plates. Again, he feasts on me, and again, I can’t keep from grinding against his expert tongue.

He keeps me pinned to the wall with an arm over my middle. With his free hand, Vrahs grabs and kneads the flesh of my hips and thighs. His tongue drives me to insanity.

“Mine,” he murmurs in my pussy. And the fucker makes me come with that word.