“Listen to your woman, brother,” Daren rasped, his tone thick with mockery as his eyes burned with amusement. “Do you hear her? She is begging you, clinging to you, crying for you not to kill me.
“And you know why, Damon? It is not just because she fears for you. It is because she fears for me too. She is crying for me. She does not want me dead. She does not want to see me broken beneath your fists. A part of her wants me alive.”
I froze, my chest seizing, but Daren’s words did not stop. They only grew filthier, darker, more poisonous.
“She tells you she hates me, but her body betrays her. I saw it, I smelled it, I felt it the second I spoke. You may own her in name, Damon, but her body is curious. Her body wonders. Her body aches to know what it would feel like if I slid inside her i
