I clutched her jaw and forced her to look at me. “What are you holding back?”

“Nothing,” she said again, though I saw the lie in her eyes.

“You need to be straight with me, on all of it, because I’m so fucking close to hunting his ass down and killing him.” The need to make him pay for what he’d done to her, for what he’d done to me, was strong and growing stronger with each second she tried to hide shit from me. And he would pay. Someway, somehow, I’d make him wish he’d never met me.

She shut her eyes to the tears slipping down her face, and I was a bastard because I wanted to taste them.

“Just tell me, sweetheart.” Before I lost control and gave in to the boiling need inside me, to the demon that gnashed his teeth and almost broke free at the sight of her pain.

“He made me come.”

“You got off when he raped you?” I wasn’t surprised, not if the way she’d responded to me was any indication.

“Yes.” She blinked several times but the flood had started and wouldn’t stop. Her chest heaved with rising sobs. She didn’t even try to pull away. She fucking sat in my lap, her chin trapped in my grip, and let me witness her shame. “He’s been fucking me for years. I’m not as innocent as you think.”

Her deviant nature pulled at me like a habit I couldn’t quit. I took her mouth with greed, forcing her lips apart and thrusting my tongue inside. No build up, no closed-mouthed kisses to ease us into it. We plummeted into a full-on mouth fuck. With a deep moan, she pushed her tongue against mine, and I sucked her deeper, tasting her flavor and her tears.

Her needy fingers sifted through my hair and yanked, and I thought I’d die if I didn’t taste more of her. Her perky tits with nipples partially obscured from the sheet, her belly button where I ached to dip my tongue. Her drenched pussy. I wanted to work her body until she begged, then push her further, making her scream and writhe with the need to come. I held her by the nape, placed my bloodied hand at the small of her back, and locked her in my kiss.

The issues between us didn’t matter. Nothing mattered so long as she surrendered her soul to my demon and let him devour her. That single thought was powerful enough to make me pull away. I wouldn’t let him finish her off. She’d been used and abused by her own brother, no one around to protect her. I’d be damned if I destroyed her too.