“You better not,” I warned him.
“Don’t worry.” He smirked, and it was vicious. “I won’t tell you when I do.”
“How is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“Because I’m killing your enemies for you,” he said.
“It’s not that simple,” I argued. “It’s a morality issue. Can’t you see that?”
He bared his teeth. “I can’t see anything.”
“Har, har. Hilarious.” I rolled my eyes. “Do you seriously have no ability to understand the ethical dilemma of murdering other people? Does it not plague you?”
His grin was alarming. “No.” Long pale fingers reached forward and wrapped around my wrist. “You know I’m going to do terrible things for you, right?” he asked slowly.
I winced. “Please don’t.”
“Too late.” He yanked me forward. “Can we talk like this more often?”
“Yes,” I said automatically. “I’d really like that.”
I sprawled across his chest. His skin was feverish compared to mine, and steam sizzled where we connected.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, then he slammed his lips against mine.
His fingernails dug into the side of my face as he kissed me like he was trying to devour me.
Pain exploded down my back, and I ignored it.
His teeth bit down on my lower lip, and copper flooded my mouth. “Mine,” Scorpius said.
Half-dazed with pleasure and pain, I pulled my head back, and between gasps, I countered, “I don’t belong to anyone.”
He pinned me against the tub. Pushed my sweatshirt up and dragged his nails down the sensitive skin on my sides.
I trembled with desire.
My head swam. Pain made me lightheaded. I was going to pass out, but I didn’t want it to end.
He tweaked my nipples, and my back arched.
A door slammed.
Metal scraped against metal as the shower curtain was ripped open to reveal two towering men who barely fit in the narrow bathroom.
I pulled myself away from Scorpius and slumped on the other side of the tub gasping for air. Bergamot and musk tingled across my lips.
“What in the holy fucking sun god is going on in here?” Malum scowled down at us. Orion stood beside him with wide eyes and a thoughtful expression on his face.
“We’re fully clothed,” I said as I awkwardly tried to climb over Scorpius’s limbs and get out of the tub.
The blind king reached out and grabbed me. He didn’t let me move.
“You dared to let him touch you without us present?” Malum asked angrily, flames dancing atop his shaved head as he glared at us with disgust like we’d been caught cheating.
I choked.
Scorpius’s voice was razor-sharp. “I’ve told you before not to speak to her like that. Get fucking control of yourself or get out.”
Malum turned and slammed his fist into the bathroom mirror. “What else happened between the two of you while we were gone? It sure as shit didn’t look like nothing.” He gestated wildly.
Both he and Orion were covered head to toe in streaks of vibrant red.
“You don’t have any visible wounds,” I said slowly. “Where have you been? Whose blood are you covered in?”
Malum smirked, and Orion’s eyes filled with guilt.
“Whose blood is that?” I repeated.
Malum countered, “What have you and Scorpius been doing for the last eight hours?”
“We were fucking." I climbed out of the tub and elbowed past the kings. “It was filthy, and I came five times.”
Malum made a sound that was somewhere between a dying cow and a screaming goat.
“Actually,” I tossed over my shoulder. “Ten times.”
Malum whimpered.
Orion reached for me, and I skirted around him pointedly, then slammed the bathroom door closed behind me. Malum bellowed on the other side.
“Why do you keep antagonizing him?” Vegar asked, and Zenith shot him a glare like he wasn’t supposed to speak to me.
They were sitting on the floor playing a card game, and the twins were asleep in their beds.
I shrugged. “Because he deserves it.”
The demons nodded like my answer was acceptable and said, “Good work.”
I saluted them and climbed into my bunk.
Sleep claimed me quickly.
That night, I dreamed of a handsome, blind devil with a voice like sin, whose nails dug into my skin as he ravished me. He whispered huskily in my ear and promised to kill for me.