Him being a demon was a big deal breaker.
“All that love talk … it was part of your plan to manipulate me?” he asked.
His eyes held a curious gleam. When I didn’t answer, they darkened and the intensity sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I was afraid to say yes or no. Telling him I loved him wasn’t part of my plan, I had a brief moment of vulnerability and I flaked, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Why are you keeping me here ?” I groaned, hoping he’d drop the subject.
Lucas rolled off me and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink. I glanced around the dimly lit room. It was a huge, elegant room. The bed I was lying on was quite possibly the biggest bed I’d ever seen, and the walls that encased us were panelled with a deep mahogany wood. The floors were dressed in matching mahogany colored carpet. Beautiful paintings of a countryside I had no knowledge of hung along the walls. Other than the bar, a huge bookshelf, and an oak desk, there was nothing else to the room. My eyes fell back onto the bookshelf bursting at the seams with books . I wonder if he still reads .
“ I’m keeping you here because I want to talk,” Lucas said, bringing my attention back to him.
A sluggish chuckle rumbled through my chest and I reached for my attitude again. “Funny. Talking was the farthest thing from your mind the last time I was handcuffed to your bed.”
He paced over to me, his brown eyes roaming over my face. He pressed his drink to my lips and I took a big gulp of the harsh whiskey. Alcohol would help me feel better about my failed attempt at killing Lucas. He traced the back of his free hand up the inside of my thigh and toward the hem of my dress. Lust exploded inside me and pooled between my thighs. I bit down on my tongue, hoping the pain would stop the arousing tingles from engulfing me. I tensed, half of me wished he’d keep going and the other half was fighting back the urge to kick him. He stopped before his hands traveled too far.
“I remember it well .” He paused and removed his warm flesh from my thigh. “But I mean business this time.” Lucas slammed back the rest of his whiskey and placed the empty glass on the bedside table. “I need you to leave.”
I frowned. Did I look like I was eager to stay? “And I’d be more than happy to oblige, but unfortunately, I’m handcuffed to your bed.”
Lucas sho ok his head, impatient with my comments. “Once I let you go, I need you to leave Earth.”
I stared at him. He couldn’t be serious? Me leave Earth? Fat chance of that happening. Little did Lucas know that I fought tooth and nail to get this mission. I’m not the oldest angel. I’m not the strongest or the fastest. I had to prove that I was more motivated than the others, that I was driven by the thought of Lucas becoming something so evil. Only I could end him.
“ I’m not going anywhere unless I have your heart in a box.”
“God damn it, V! Don’t you understand?” Lucas yelled as he began pacing the room. “You can’t kill me. You’re not strong enough. If you were, I’d be dead by now.”
I watched as Lucas ran his fingers through his short hair. He hammered a few buttons on the big black box that sat on his desk. “Send Eva up, please.”
Who was Eva? Lucas didn’t inform me of who Eva was and was more than happy to ignore all of my questions as he stood staring at the door until it opened and in stepped an old woman, beautiful, but old. I assumed she was Eva. She wore a long elaborate robe the color of red wine and I couldn’t help but notice that it’d go great with my red hair. Her dark skin was weathered, yet it looked strangely smooth.
Eva didn’t greet him, instead sh e groaned. “You brought the redhead here?”
“No, she came to me. I’m merely hiding her from my brothers. I need a favor, a big favor.”
They stared at each other for a few minutes until she sighed. “Don’t act like you’re giving me a
“All that love talk … it was part of your plan to manipulate me?” he asked.
His eyes held a curious gleam. When I didn’t answer, they darkened and the intensity sent shivers down my spine. Suddenly, I was afraid to say yes or no. Telling him I loved him wasn’t part of my plan, I had a brief moment of vulnerability and I flaked, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Why are you keeping me here ?” I groaned, hoping he’d drop the subject.
Lucas rolled off me and walked over to the bar to pour himself another drink. I glanced around the dimly lit room. It was a huge, elegant room. The bed I was lying on was quite possibly the biggest bed I’d ever seen, and the walls that encased us were panelled with a deep mahogany wood. The floors were dressed in matching mahogany colored carpet. Beautiful paintings of a countryside I had no knowledge of hung along the walls. Other than the bar, a huge bookshelf, and an oak desk, there was nothing else to the room. My eyes fell back onto the bookshelf bursting at the seams with books . I wonder if he still reads .
“ I’m keeping you here because I want to talk,” Lucas said, bringing my attention back to him.
A sluggish chuckle rumbled through my chest and I reached for my attitude again. “Funny. Talking was the farthest thing from your mind the last time I was handcuffed to your bed.”
He paced over to me, his brown eyes roaming over my face. He pressed his drink to my lips and I took a big gulp of the harsh whiskey. Alcohol would help me feel better about my failed attempt at killing Lucas. He traced the back of his free hand up the inside of my thigh and toward the hem of my dress. Lust exploded inside me and pooled between my thighs. I bit down on my tongue, hoping the pain would stop the arousing tingles from engulfing me. I tensed, half of me wished he’d keep going and the other half was fighting back the urge to kick him. He stopped before his hands traveled too far.
“I remember it well .” He paused and removed his warm flesh from my thigh. “But I mean business this time.” Lucas slammed back the rest of his whiskey and placed the empty glass on the bedside table. “I need you to leave.”
I frowned. Did I look like I was eager to stay? “And I’d be more than happy to oblige, but unfortunately, I’m handcuffed to your bed.”
Lucas sho ok his head, impatient with my comments. “Once I let you go, I need you to leave Earth.”
I stared at him. He couldn’t be serious? Me leave Earth? Fat chance of that happening. Little did Lucas know that I fought tooth and nail to get this mission. I’m not the oldest angel. I’m not the strongest or the fastest. I had to prove that I was more motivated than the others, that I was driven by the thought of Lucas becoming something so evil. Only I could end him.
“ I’m not going anywhere unless I have your heart in a box.”
“God damn it, V! Don’t you understand?” Lucas yelled as he began pacing the room. “You can’t kill me. You’re not strong enough. If you were, I’d be dead by now.”
I watched as Lucas ran his fingers through his short hair. He hammered a few buttons on the big black box that sat on his desk. “Send Eva up, please.”
Who was Eva? Lucas didn’t inform me of who Eva was and was more than happy to ignore all of my questions as he stood staring at the door until it opened and in stepped an old woman, beautiful, but old. I assumed she was Eva. She wore a long elaborate robe the color of red wine and I couldn’t help but notice that it’d go great with my red hair. Her dark skin was weathered, yet it looked strangely smooth.
Eva didn’t greet him, instead sh e groaned. “You brought the redhead here?”
“No, she came to me. I’m merely hiding her from my brothers. I need a favor, a big favor.”
They stared at each other for a few minutes until she sighed. “Don’t act like you’re giving me a
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