fulfilling whatever task he’d been given. For a moment she wondered if she was his task, and then decided maybe she didn’t want to know.
If the thought of the place made him cringe…she was fucked. But then, she’d already figured that out. The reality was still a bit of a slap in the face.
Turning away, she said, “Never mind.” Snatching the parchment from his hands, she walked over to the pen sitting on top of her desk. When she’d placed it there last night, it hadn’t occurred to her she’d be signing away her soul with it later.
The metal was cool in her hand, slick and silver, but the point never made it to the paper. A heavy hand wrapped around her wrist, stilling her and pulling her away.
He was behind her, his eyes glowing with anger and heat. His powerful fingers tightened, pressing together the bones in her wrist. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. He had that ability, to keep her from hurting.
“Will you be here with me? My handler for Hell?”
“No. The moment our side of the agreement is fulfilled, I’ll leave.”
His fingers softened, sliding up the inside of her wrist. A blast of electricity flowed into her body from where he touched her. It suffused her, making her entire being hum.
“Are all demons this irresistibly sexual?”
He laughed, the sound barbed and broken. “Absolutely, but I’m not a demon. Or not just a demon.”
“Obviously. The wings were a giveaway. You’re a fallen angel.”
He nodded. His fingers slid higher up her skin to tease the crease at her elbow. He was playing with her, trying to distract her. Why?
Using his hold on her, Brone pulled her into his body. His heat surrounded her. Those beautiful wings unfurled, cocooning them together. The contract was a specter that haunted her from the other side of the protective wall. She might not be able to see it anymore, but they both knew it was there.
“Hell is…Hell. It’s backbiting and dangerous. Burning and frozen. Barren and beautiful. It’s tempting and seductive. A grand court ruled by one of the most deadly and conniving beings you’ve ever met. Monroe scared you? He’s nothing compared to Lucifer.
“Satan has the ability to look straight into your soul and know it. Your darkest secrets, truest desires and deepest fears. And he’ll use that knowledge to torture you. Every day. Every moment. For eternity, forever and ever amen.”
The harsh words were meant as a caution. He was trying to talk her out of signing. But they had the opposite effect. They steadied her. Evie had known what she’d do from the moment Brone presented her with the offer.
And if he was smart, he’d known what her reaction would be as well. Obviously he did, because he was arguing with everything he had.
But at least now she knew exactly what she had to look forward to. The knowledge helped.
His palm curved around the nape of her neck. His fingers wove through her hair. A delicious tingle of anticipation shot down her spine. She tried to ignore it, but it was difficult. Before they’d become lovers, her body had wanted him and responded whenever he was close. Now…now that she’d tasted and experienced, she knew exactly what delicious pleasure he could give her.
Breath brushed softly against her cheeks as he pulled her in. His mouth touched hers, a perfect enticement. The kiss held none of the heat and urgency they’d been fighting against. Instead it was delicate and easy. The kind of kiss lovers give each other after years of comfortable moments together.
He pulled back and stared down at her with those dark, dangerous eyes. “Don’t sign it, Evie. You’ll regret it for eternity, and I don’t want that for you. I made the wrong choice. I can’t watch while you do the same thing.”
Pushing up on tiptoe, Evie rested her forehead against his. His sheltering wings rustled, cocooning them together. It would have been easy to think they were the only two beings in existence, but they weren’t.
With
If the thought of the place made him cringe…she was fucked. But then, she’d already figured that out. The reality was still a bit of a slap in the face.
Turning away, she said, “Never mind.” Snatching the parchment from his hands, she walked over to the pen sitting on top of her desk. When she’d placed it there last night, it hadn’t occurred to her she’d be signing away her soul with it later.
The metal was cool in her hand, slick and silver, but the point never made it to the paper. A heavy hand wrapped around her wrist, stilling her and pulling her away.
He was behind her, his eyes glowing with anger and heat. His powerful fingers tightened, pressing together the bones in her wrist. It should have hurt, but it didn’t. He had that ability, to keep her from hurting.
“Will you be here with me? My handler for Hell?”
“No. The moment our side of the agreement is fulfilled, I’ll leave.”
His fingers softened, sliding up the inside of her wrist. A blast of electricity flowed into her body from where he touched her. It suffused her, making her entire being hum.
“Are all demons this irresistibly sexual?”
He laughed, the sound barbed and broken. “Absolutely, but I’m not a demon. Or not just a demon.”
“Obviously. The wings were a giveaway. You’re a fallen angel.”
He nodded. His fingers slid higher up her skin to tease the crease at her elbow. He was playing with her, trying to distract her. Why?
Using his hold on her, Brone pulled her into his body. His heat surrounded her. Those beautiful wings unfurled, cocooning them together. The contract was a specter that haunted her from the other side of the protective wall. She might not be able to see it anymore, but they both knew it was there.
“Hell is…Hell. It’s backbiting and dangerous. Burning and frozen. Barren and beautiful. It’s tempting and seductive. A grand court ruled by one of the most deadly and conniving beings you’ve ever met. Monroe scared you? He’s nothing compared to Lucifer.
“Satan has the ability to look straight into your soul and know it. Your darkest secrets, truest desires and deepest fears. And he’ll use that knowledge to torture you. Every day. Every moment. For eternity, forever and ever amen.”
The harsh words were meant as a caution. He was trying to talk her out of signing. But they had the opposite effect. They steadied her. Evie had known what she’d do from the moment Brone presented her with the offer.
And if he was smart, he’d known what her reaction would be as well. Obviously he did, because he was arguing with everything he had.
But at least now she knew exactly what she had to look forward to. The knowledge helped.
His palm curved around the nape of her neck. His fingers wove through her hair. A delicious tingle of anticipation shot down her spine. She tried to ignore it, but it was difficult. Before they’d become lovers, her body had wanted him and responded whenever he was close. Now…now that she’d tasted and experienced, she knew exactly what delicious pleasure he could give her.
Breath brushed softly against her cheeks as he pulled her in. His mouth touched hers, a perfect enticement. The kiss held none of the heat and urgency they’d been fighting against. Instead it was delicate and easy. The kind of kiss lovers give each other after years of comfortable moments together.
He pulled back and stared down at her with those dark, dangerous eyes. “Don’t sign it, Evie. You’ll regret it for eternity, and I don’t want that for you. I made the wrong choice. I can’t watch while you do the same thing.”
Pushing up on tiptoe, Evie rested her forehead against his. His sheltering wings rustled, cocooning them together. It would have been easy to think they were the only two beings in existence, but they weren’t.
With
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