My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) by Nikita Jakz, Alicia Dawn Read Free Book Online Page A

her in the eye. “You want me to be honest, Sera?”  When she nodded, h is gaze filled instantly with love. For her. 
    “You are my first and only love. I woul d never lie to you about that. And I know you still have feelings for me. But what I need to know before we go any further is if you can accept me for who I am? For what I am.” As if unable to look in her eye, he buried his face in her shoulder. “You broke my heart,” he groaned. “I was young then, we both were. I never blamed you, though. I blamed myself for being what I am.”
    His words shattered her heart. How much easier it would be if he hated her, just wanted to use her for pleasure. Pleasure she would gladly give him. But his confession broke her in a way she didn't know she could break. He was the demon! He was the one who was supposed to do the unforgivable! Not her! And yet the tragic irony was, she, the angel, was the one about to do the work of the devil. In mere moments, she would crush him for a second time. As if the first time hadn't brought him torture enough. When all he had ever done was love her.
    Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Futility she wiped at them. “You are not to blame. It was I who wronged y ou. You should hate me, Cole.” Abruptly she fisted his shirt, both hands tugging adamantly. “You need to hate me! I need you to hate me!” She crushed her lips to his in despair, overwhelmed with pure inner conflict. Her kiss nearly frantic, she locked her arms around his neck. “For if you do, then it will only be I who suffers. And there will be no transgression on my soul for hurting you further.”  Her breasts crushed against his chest as her voice turned into a moan. “Hate me, Cole,” she whimpered, kissing him harder as the tears continued to flow. “But for the love of God, do it with all the passion you possess.” Without warning, she ripped open his shirt.
    Taken aback by her desperation, Cole stopped his angel’s hands, holding them tight to his chest. “Sera. Look at me.” His grip tightened when her claws dug into his flesh. In a firm voice, he gritted out, “Can you. Accept me. For who I am? If you can’t, then you need to move on, because I’m not changing.” Inwardly he knew that the opposite was true. He actually would for change her. As much as he was able, at least. But he couldn’t handle her breaking his heart a second time, so he needed this to be on his terms. He’d be the one deciding how far their relationship went. Not her. No matter how shitty his life had been, she’d always been in his heart. He’d just learned to close the door to that emotion, keeping the trash out so it didn't taint it. And to keep it hidden from the person he'd become. But not anymore. She left him once because he was demon, what’s to say she wouldn't again? Fuck, he was getting soft. 
    When Sera hesitated to respond, he leaned back and looked at the ceiling. He refused to give into those tears. And that soft look about her face was killing him. He took a deep breath and let her hands go. “Answer me.”
    As if the velvet timber of his voice somehow compelled her spirit to calm, Sera softly laughed. Inside Cole smiled, too. How ironic it was that he was capable of provoking such intense emotions in her, yet was equally able to quell them when they got too raw.
    Cole watched her draw in a breath before raising her eyes to his. Trembling hands slid up his chest to palm the sides of his neck. And then higher they rose, cupping his face. Brown eyes gazed at him with exquisite intoxication. He watched her lips part, but no sound came. Like she couldn't say the words. Cole held his breath, waiting. She needed to speak soon or his sanity was going to shatter.
    “Cole,” she choked, her throat audibly closing up, like something was trying to keep her from finishing. Cole frowned, morbid understanding stabbing at his chest. She was going to leave again. Her thumbs slid over his cheek bones, resolve flickering in