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“Blood for blood. Debts don’t die because a man prays for mercy. There is always a price.” I could feel Adora’s eye on me, but I didn't care. She was the price for her father's sin, and that was final. Damon looked up at me as if he’d expected something old to happen. But no. He got exactly what he deserved: a quiet, relentless, and inevitable punishment. He opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again, searching for anything that would buy him a second he did not deserve. His eyes darted from me to his daughter, who stood right in front of him, now speechless.

I imagined all the sounds he’ll make while I fucked him. Damian chuckled, scraping his teeth against the tender spot on my neck. “What’s your safe word?” Safe word. We needed a safe word. Fuck. What was he going to do to me? “I can choose for you, if you don’t mind,” he offered, laying open-mouth kisses on my skin. I nodded. “Something simple. Silver. The colour of your jewellery,” he whispered, giving me a kiss on my shoulder. I clenched my eyes shut, repeating those words in my head. It shouldn’t be too hard to remember.

"Let me hear destiny weep because it couldn't win with us. Let me hear the doors of heaven close on me because I shall continue to sin for you." I knew what he meant by sin. I could see Damien's burnt body in my eyes, the pictures on the reports, the way he had ruined Damien and his family. And I knew he wouldn't stop. Yet, I stayed here. Maybe I loved to hear the terrified noises of all the forces that failed against me.

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

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21 Kristen The touch of his lips was luscious against mine. I couldn’t get enough. My hand kept him clipped to my mouth. He was moulding against mine in a perfect rhythm, yet I couldn’t stop myself from smacking my pluckers even more. It was so sinful yet so pure. The need was raw, wild, tempestuous and real. God knew how long I had been yearning to see him, meet him and love him again. I could burn right now. Finally, he was here to tame down the fire. I got him back.

If I will, she has to be with me. The launching of the Writer’s Pad could have been another breakthrough for Kim Yuan’s Microelectronics. It is a software that converts a human’s handwriting into typed words. It has over a million fonts in about 300 colors. It also converts into 200 languages with 98% accuracy. Thus, it’s easier for writers who love to handwrite first before typing them. With features as advanced as this, Kim Yuan Microelectronics won’t easily give up on this creation without a hard fight.

I remain with my back pressed against the fridge, not desiring to go anywhere that is outside of his proximity. I swallow audibly. "I'm just asking..." "I'm immortal, and you're mortal," he reminds me, as if he senses I’m in a trance and wants to draw me out of it before I do something I will regret. "I'm also a Sin, and you're not."

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A