Chapter Thirty Two


    "I enjoy it, Riley; I enjoy punishing them. I am a demon; it''s a part of me."


    "Just stop, stop saying that; it makes me scared of you, and I don''t want to be scared of my own son."


    "Son." He calls the word like it disgusted him. "I don''t like when you call me that."


    Those words cut deep; what on earth was wrong with him?


    "I told you once that my heart can only belong to one person, Riley, and you want to know who that person is?" he asked. I gave no response. "It''s you, Riley. I love you, and I''ve said that to you over and again, but I don''t love you like a son loves his mother; I love you like a man would another woman."


    The revtion stunned me into silence.


    Wait... what?


    "Daemon, you can''t..."


    "I can, because that''s all I feel. Every single time I think of you, I think of what it would feel like kissing you; I think of fucking you and making love to you..."


    I pped him hard. He seized both my hands. He leaned down and kissed me. I struggled against his firm grip, but damn, was he strong. He didn''t stop kissing me; he kissed down my throat, and next I felt a sharp pain. It was his fang, but the pain disappeared and the pleasure set in.


    I didn''t want to feel it, and yet my body had a mind of its own, working against my own will; a sob escaped my lips, but he wouldn''t stop. I felt the wetness between my legs, and I knew he could smell it; finally, he let me go.


    His hands supporting me from falling to the ground, rage was all I felt, and I wed at his face, but once again, he took both my hands in a firm iron grip.


    "How dare you!" I screamed at him.


    He kissed my lips once more, licking my tears dry.


    "You are afraid; maybe it''s because you think of this as wrong, but I am not human or werewolf; your rules don''t apply to me. I am a demon, and I don''t follow rules. You might have carried me, but that doesn''t make you my mother. I''ve been alive longer than you think..." he said, his hands trailing up my thighs and higher.


    Chapter Thirty Two


    "Stop." I cried, but those cold hands only went higher, lifting my gown higher up. "I will make you into my lover, Riley. Fuck the rules."


    "I was wrong about you. I thought I made a mistake giving you to Jade, but I hadn''t. You cannot be saved, and I was a fool for not seeing that soon enough."


    He mmed me against the wall, his body flush against mine.


    "I liked it when you believed in me, even if I knew I would only disappoint you."


    "I was willing to take you as my son Daemon.


    "Again with that word. Anytime you call me that, I will kiss you."


    "Don''t you dare touch me, you bastard." I warned.


    He kissed me yet again, and I bit into his lips; he liked it, as he only kissed me harder, and finally he let go, putting some distance between the both of us.


    "I don''t want to ever see you again. Don''te to my home, and don''t fuckinge to my pack."


    "You were the one who gave me the advice; you said no one would ever turn me down."


    That had been because I didn''t realize who exactly he was referring to.


    "You are a sicko. Daemon."


    Without a single word, he was gone, leaving not even a single trace that he had been here.


    I''d made a mistake, one I would have to fix very quickly.