Page 20 of Wreaking Havoc
Sascha clutched his hands to his chest, scooting his chair back as far away from Kai as he could manage. “Oh, I think the fucknot.”
Kai only gave him a sly grin. “That was a special occasion. An incubus, however—just as an example—would feed off your lust.”
Oh shit. Sascha cleared his throat. “But you don’t—you don’t do that?”
“It’s not my specialty.” Kai’s grin turned positively wolfish. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t smell it on you.”
“Um…”
Kai leaned forward, his eyes beginning to glow again. “You desire me, pup,” he crooned, sounding entirely too pleased with that fact. “There’s no use hiding it.”
“I—What—I—” Sascha searched for the appropriate denial, only able to come up with a blurted, “You’re not my type!”
“Oh?” Kai asked coolly, not seeming at all convinced. “And what is?”
“I like my men like I like my coffee: big and dumb and always nice to me.” Sascha gathered the shreds of his dignity around him and gave Kai an exaggerated, appraising look. “You’re big, but I don’t think you’re dumb. And you haven’t been very nice to me either.”
Kai’s stupidly pretty lips formed into a mock pout. “But I put you to bed ever so gently.”
“After you cut me!”
“A mere scratch. A nibble.”
Sascha straightened in his chair. This demon was teasing him, the wretch. He sniffed haughtily. “I’m used to a certain level of treatment. I’m very spoiled, I’ll have you know.”
“Spoiled how?”
That caught Sascha short. He’d never had to explain how before. It was just a given. Sascha was the baby. Sascha was the weakling. Sascha was spoiled. He thought it over. “Well, mainly they give me money and don’t ask me to do things I don’t like to do.”
Kai cocked his head. “They spoil you by ignoring you?”
Sascha let out a groan. “Ivan hardlyignoresme, the controlling bastard.”
“Then I don’t understand.”
“Well, just—I’ve never had a finger broken for flinching, or been forced to shoot a man, or—” Sascha broke off there, suddenly finding it hard to get air. His stomach had twisted into knots, and his throat wasn’t working properly for some reason.
He didn’t like talking about this stuff. Why was Kai making him talk about this stuff?
“Hey. Human.Human.”
Sascha opened his eyes—when had he closed his eyes?—to find a glowing blue gaze locked onto his. Kai’s hands were hot on his cheeks. “Breathe, pup. With me. In. Out. Just breathe.”
Sascha did as Kai said, focusing on the unnatural glow of those eyes, the strange shifting tattoos on his neck.
Eventually, when breathing came naturally again, he attempted a smile. “See?” he said, unable to help how petulant he sounded. “You got me all worked up. Not very nice of you.”
Kai’s voice was low, his tone soothing. “No, I see you’re correct. I don’t meet your criteria at all, do I?”
Sascha sniffed, shaking his head out of Kai’s hold. “No, you don’t.”
Although, that didn’t explain why Sascha wanted nothing more than to bury his head in that massive chest, to let himself be held and comforted by a literal demon.
Stupid. It was so stupid of him, to want that.
Maybehewas the dumb one after all.
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