behind her. Malakai gasped and dropped to his knees, head bowed.
“Yes sir,” s he replied without lifting her face.
Rubbing my throat, I turned my attention b ack to the open door. I gasped, knowing who stood there, contemplating me with amusement in his eyes.
I’d expected him to look like the Exiled minions, for some reason. I thought , for sure, that he would either be some red demon with pointy horns and a long tail or oddly bent and grotesque like Malakai. But, heaven help me, as he stood before me, a knot rose in my belly. The very same knot I’d feel in Ethan’s presence. A strange longing invaded me and I couldn’t tear my eyes from him.
Raven hair fell slightly above his eyes, his strength was visible through his black t-shirt and his jeans were just tight enough to make me feel uncomfortably warm. My face flushed under his gaze then he flashed a smile and I couldn’t stop staring at his perfect white teeth. Holy crap. Or was it unholy crap? Surely he couldn’t be who I thought he was.
He walked over to me with the angelic grace I’d come to expect. By the time I blinked, he was standing before me, fingertips grazing my throat, easing the constricted feeling.
“Samantha.” He whispered my name so only I could hear it. My palms began to sweat and my mouth dried . I tried to prop myself up against the wall when my knees threatened to release me. I tried to look anywhere other than directly at him, but I couldn’t stop staring, mouth gaped open with inexperienced embarrassment flooding through me.
“You needn’t be alarmed. I won’t hurt you.” At his words song lyrics raced through my head talking of beautiful lies and perfect denials. He smiled, reading my thoughts.
When I could finally speak, I spoke his name like it was a sin. “Damien.”
He put his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. “How I’ve wanted to hear you whisper my name.”
As he ran his fingers down my face, I could feel Malena’s hatred bore through me. Maybe it wasn’t Sebastian she was in love with after all.
Chapter 4
He stepped back, noticing the blood on my shirt. “Who did this?” As he questioned, he ran his long fingers over my shoulders, speeding up my natural healing process. When no one answered, his eyes grew dark. “I asked a question, Malena.”
“She was brought here with those wounds.” The attempt to put strength in her voice failed.
“Find the two that brought her here and kill them.”
“ Dami—”
“Now, Malena. And get her a new shirt.” He interrupted, never taking his eyes off mine. “And take Malakai with you.”
Without a word, Malakai backed out of the room following her. With a wave of his hand, Damien closed the door gently and cleared his throat.
“I must admit, Samantha, I didn’t realize I’d be so... affected by your presence.”
You and me both.
He smiled at my thoughts and put my hand between his. “I am sorry for all of this. Dramatics are in my nature, if you haven’t heard. As soon as I heard you agree to my request, I needed to get you here. Had I known you would be injured and shackled, I would have, of course, attended to your travels myself.”
Such a beautiful lie to believe in…
My head knew he was lying, but I couldn’t get my heart to agree and his eyes dared me to question him. Still, I remained silent, thankful to be held up by the wall at my back.
It was getting hot, too hot, in this room. Sweat pooled at my brow and as I moved to wipe it away, he reached up, wiped it away with him thumb, brought it to his mouth and licked it off. Eve ry move he made confused me. It was so different from everything I’d heard from the other Faithful. This devil was a gentleman. This devil wasn’t the boogeyman, far from it. He was sex, pure, raw. The kind only found in movies that made me blush.
“I am sure you have many questions as to why, exactly, I brought you here. About what it is I want of you.”
My hand reached to touch his