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She quirks her head. “The book?”
“It’s a Codex, written ages ago by some lunatic with a god complex. The interpretation is that if you kill your loved one and offer their soul to the God, you’ll be rewarded with riches.”
She blinks at me a few times. “Does it work?”
“Ask Tommy and Talia. When he pretended to kill you, he got his inheritance. He will never have to work again.”
Her eyebrows rise, and she takes a long, languid breath. “And you?”
A twinge hits my stomach. “I haven’t killed my sacrifice yet.” I roll onto my back beside her, watching her. “Look around, little lamb. My father has more money than he knows what to do with. He’s corrupted everyone with it, including his own children; he pays everyone. Anyone of importance knows about it, and everyone in this town thinks they can get away with murder. And the problem is, not even Talia and I know who’s all involved. That’s why we have to keep you hidden.”
“If I stay here,” she says carefully, “then I’ll need some stuff from my house. It’s not much, but it’s all that remains of my identity.”
I reach over and cup her cheek. “I’ll handle it. I’m assuming the doors aren’t locked?”
She cups my hands with hers. “Not since Tommy broke it down.” Her eyes dart up to mine. “Just be careful of the ghosts in the spare bedroom. They aren’t friendly and might kill you.”
I let out half a laugh until I realize she may not be kidding.
Goddamn it, I hate that house.
“I’ll make Tommy come with me. It’s time he and I had a little chat anyway.”
Diana’s heavy eyelids flutter slowly, revealing the exhaustion in her eyes. I rise, giving her some space. “I’ll let you rest.”
Her hand reaches out and lands on my thigh. “Don’t leave yet,” she whispers. “You always leave me, Remy, and I’m sick of being alone. Stay with me awhile?”
All my awareness draws down to where her hand lands on my thigh. My arousal is immediate and intense, just like it is every time I touch her.
I grab her hand and interlace her fingers into mine, and before she can move, I twist her around and pin her body onto my bed, and she gasps.
“Taunting and teasing might work on Tommy, but it won’t work with me. I don’t have the same level of self-control as Tommy does. If I’m in this bed with you, I won’t be able to stop.” I nip at her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, Diana.”
Her knee drives up between my legs in response.
My lips curl together as my dick swells. “Didn’t you hear what I just said?”
She nods slowly. “I heard you.”
The pleading look in her eyes is all I need. I drive my mouth into hers. She moans and wraps her hand around my neck, arching her back. I don’t kiss her sweetly or passionately; I kiss her like I want to kill her.
Because I do.
She should have been mine; she always should have been mine. I also have an unexplained need to protect her, and I’m sick of covering for Tommy.
Her mouth responds the way I want it to—she bites at my lips until they are swollen.
“Fuck, little lamb,” I murmur, admiring every line of her body. How purely imperfect she is. The darkness that settles just beneath her skin.
I pull her pants off and run my thumb over the wetness of her panties, nearly soaking through the cloth, which I slide off, too.
My cock twinges as I slide my hands up her waist and pull her shirt over her head, leaving her naked under me.
My sexy little lamb.
She bites her bottom lip, radiating a citrus scent I immediately recognize. Tommy’s scent is all over her, like he’s already marked his territory, and the teeth marks on her shoulders catch my attention.
Diana furrows her brows when I falter. “What is it?”
