Touch of the Angel (Demons of Infernum, #3) by Rosalie Lario

was...Well, then it didn’t matter that she’d left a mark on him he couldn’t seem to erase. She must be brought to justice.
    No matter how enticing she was, she would have to pay.

Chapter Four

    Amara hugged her arms around herself, trying in vain not to shiver. She couldn’t fail tonight. Couldn’t keep her hunger at bay for much longer. Couldn’t let Asmodeus down. Yet part of her feared she would. If she couldn’t get the elf to go with her tonight...the consequences were unthinkable.
    Lucio preferred to frequent a human club. If he’d chosen Opiate, she wouldn’t have been able to follow. Not after she’d lost control. And killed Ronin. She’d been so starved when she met him, almost a full week without sustenance. So hungry that she hadn’t noticed what she’d done. Not until it was too late.
    The driver pulled up to her destination and Amara paid him before climbing out of the cab. Reservé was located in the West Village, and it wasn’t easy to get into, not even for someone with her looks. Lucky for her, her succubus allure gave her some extra oomph .
    Amara ignored the protests from the crowd when she skipped the line and went to the bouncer. She turned her allure on full blast, and within a matter of moments she stood inside the dimly lit club. Shades of blue decorated the large space, and gigantic navy-blue ottomans detailed in silver trim lined the room. Lucio sat at a U-shaped booth of midnight leather, deep in conversation with another man. He’d glamoured his usual moonlit-silver pallor into a more humanlike tan, and his long black hair was pulled into a low ponytail. He was dark, dangerous, and unapproachable. Something inside her rebelled at offering herself to him.
    She headed straight for Lucio’s table and arrived right as his companion rose. With a curt nod at Lucio, the man strolled away.
    The bodyguard who’d tried to accost her last night moved forward to stop her from progressing any farther. The sinister glint in his eye made her pulse race.
    Lucio nodded at her. “Let her through.”
    His bodyguard tensed, a frown tugging the corners of his mouth, but he moved aside.
    Lucio made a languid motion for her to sit beside him. Amara slid into the cool booth and tried her best to appear seductive instead of disgusted and starved. Her allure helped, and seemed to be drawing him in this evening. He gave her a casual once-over. “You were here last night, right?”
    “Yes.” She gave him what she hoped was a coy smile and shifted toward him.
    “Huh.” He broke into a slow grin. “Lucky for you, I’ve concluded my business.”
    He was right. That was lucky. Willing her mind to detach from the scene about to play out, she licked her lips and tossed her hair back. “Does that mean you’re in a playful mood?”
    His fingers slid down her neck and came to rest on the top of her left breast. As usual, her body responded, begging for more of his touch. No matter what her brain thought of him. He responded to her pheromones, his eyes glazing over with lust.
    “What are you?” he asked.
    She tried her best to seem shy instead of like she was lying. “Half siren.”
    He leered at her. “That means you can breathe underwater, hmm? We’ll have to put that to good use tonight.”
    Not bothering to converse any further, he stood, pulled her up along with him, and nudged her out of the booth.
    Excellent. She hadn’t failed. If only she could be more excited about it—at least about getting the sustenance her body craved. She ached to drink deeply of Lucio’s life essence, to fill the void that amplified with every passing moment. She wanted it so badly that her hands shook and her stomach cramped. But her heart...it was her heart that hurt the worst. She didn’t want to do this. Not with Lucio.
    When would this end? She couldn’t imagine a lifetime of meaningless assignations, luring men to their death to fulfill Asmodeus’s desires.
    Sometimes she wondered if she would be better off