And it was all because of me.
Because of the psycho I married and wouldn’t let me go. I should just go to him, let him torture me to death and get it all done. It would be best for everyone.
I wished I had been dead the night he tried to kill me. Would I have gone straight to Damien if I had?
My feet stopped short. My glance wandered around the thick trees. Damien…
“If you’re here, show yourself. We need to talk.”
The wind only carried the sounds of nature. No sign of the devil.
“I know you’re here. Just come out. You owe me this much.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and waited. But nothing happened. I was just a crazy woman talking to the trees.
I cried against my will, and I couldn’t believe I was going to say this, but I did. “Please, Damien. I need your help.”
My eyes squeezed shut, and I cringed at my own words, but I had no clue what else to do. I had to do something to save my men. Just like they had once saved me.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
I gasped, opening my eyes to see Damien Pattison, standing in front of me, in a blue Armani suit. The devil had style.
“What’s the matter? You look like you’ve just seen the devil.” He chuckled. “That joke never gets old.” He took a step toward me, and I jumped back.
“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes. The red tinge in them I’d seen before when he was in my head reappeared. “How can I help you, Professor Ferro?”
My chest rose and fell with every labored breath, and he was staring at my breasts shamelessly. Fuck. “Why did you save me that night?”
“Who said I did?”
“Really? We’ll play that game?”
He smirked. “Maybe not.”
“Then answer me.”
He stepped closer again. This time I let him, and I stared back into his eyes. “I want you to come to me willingly, my queen.”
“What?”
“I told you once you didn’t know how important you were to me.” He circled around me without laying a hand on me, but my skin crawled as if he did. “I’ve always had my eyes on you. You’re the only creature worthy of ruling my kingdom by my side.”
I pressed both my thumbnails at the same time. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Exactly that. Hell. You’re my chosen bride, Rena. I want to make you my queen, not just another soul to reap. And for that to happen, you have to take your throne by choice. I couldn’t let death ruin it for me. For the both of us.” He stopped by my side, his head bent to my ear, his breaths on my neck. “I know you will be mine one day, my queen. You only have a tiny little choice to make, and I’ve been waiting ever so patiently for you to do just that.”
My mind spiraled. “You think I’ll willingly choose to go to hell?”
“Hell is not what you think, my queen. It’s a kingdom where you can have anything and everything you ever wanted. Where you see the people who have wronged you burn and suffer for all eternity. It’s where you have your revenge and end all your fears.”
“But—”
“Say all the buts you need, but you know hell is the right kingdom for you, Isabella. It’s what you really want. You’re just afraid to admit it. But I’m here. I will open your eyes and guide you to your throne. I will never leave you. I will always be by your side. Let me be your king, and I’ll serve under your feet. Every wish of yours, I’ll make it come true. Your deepest desires I will serve exactly as you want them to be served.”
Dizzy, the memory of the orgasm he gave me attacked me. My body betrayed every thought in my head, and my fucking pussy throbbed. If I just met his tempting face, even though I knew it wasn’t fucking real, I would crush my lips into his like the last time.
My desire for him wasn’t his doing. He wasn’t messing with my head, neither this time nor the last. And that part of me scared the shit out of me.
