Chapter Thirty Nine
Chapter Thirty Nine
“You enjoyed your time; I did too; that’s all that matters.”
“No, it had been Thane in your place.”
“It was a new trick I learnt. It turns out I can switch forms; I didn’t think you would buy it, but I might be better at this than I gave myself credit for.”
“You raped me?”
“Rape? Should I remind you of how many times you moaned for me, Riley?
Tears streamed down my eyes as I climbed off the bed; I could still feel him between my legs. I could still remember how many times I moaned, begged even.
“I trusted you.”
“I don’t feel guilt or whatsoever. I want you; I’ve always wanted you, and I still do. When I want something, I have it.
“But I am your…”
“Don’t, don’t say the word.”
“Or what?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know,” he said.
“You deceived me.”
“That was the plan. He walked closer to me, and I backed away till I was against the wall. “You are all I think about, and this was better than my imagination.”
I slapped him hard in the face, and he pinned my hands against the wall. I could feel him down there; we were both nude, and he liked it. “You don’t want to be punished by me, Riley; don’t hit me ever again.‘
He licked off my tears.
“You twisted sicko. I never wanted to do this.”
“If loving you makes me twisted and a sicko, then I’ll be just that,” he said, his body still flush against mine.
“Thane would never forgive me for this.”
“He will. I will explain things to him; you would only be seen as the… victim. Don’t
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worry; I won’t tell him how many times you moaned and pleaded for me.”
“I hate you, Daemon. I hate you for using me.
“It’s a fine line between love and hate; we would get past that soon. You don’t have to feel guilty about Thane; haven’t you wondered where he is?”
“What did you do to him?”
“Me? Nothing. But you might want to ask what did happen between him and Isabella. He is with her as we speak.”
Despite everything, that revelation still tore through my heart.
“Don’t cry; you will always have me. I will do everything and anything for you, Riley.
“Just let me go.” I cried, and to my surprise, he did. He walked toward the bed, picking up my nightgown from where I had discarded it.
He passed it to me, and I quickly put it on. “Look at me,” he says, but I don’t; I can’t look at him, not after what we’ve just done. “I wish I could get you the right way, Riley, but you love him, and you don’t see me the way I see you.‘
He put on his clothes; he wasn’t looking at me, and so I slowly reached for the drawer, I pulled out a gun, and then I shot at him.
I shot at him over and over again till the gun was out of bullets. I walked to him; he lay there unmoving. I turned him over; his eyes were closed. Maybe he was dead, but I couldn’t be sure. I stared at the face of my son. I loved him, but he was a mistake. I snapped his neck.
I dragged his body to the balcony. Our room was several feet above the ground; no one should survive this. I let out a shaky breath before I shoved him over the railing, and I watched him fall to the ground. There were two soldiers there; alerted by the noise, they headed towards the body.
Damn. What the hell was I thinking?
I left my room, racing down the stairs and hallways and then out of the pack house. I paused when I saw the two soldiers on the floor; one dead, and the other had blood spilling out of his neck; he had been bitten.
Daemon didn’t die.
