He gripped my hips and pushed all the way inside me in one hard thrust, making me scream his name so loud I knew Liam had to have heard me. But I didn’t care. Liam was my love, but Azazel was Azazel. He was the one who’d given me this world, these babies, I would do anything to please him. He pulled back then slammed into me again, and again, and again. I moaned with every thrust, each one deeper than the last. My body was already trembling. I wasn’t going to last. Azazel pumped me fast and hard, his fingers between my legs circling me just as hard. As I pressed my face to the wood table top I secretly hoped Liam would catch us, the threat made this sin even more delicious.

Something shifted in my mind, like the opening of a door. Memories rushed back to me. I gasped as my climax came barreling down on me. Memories of Azazel fucking me just like he was now. Memories of meeting Liam, not at the grocery store but on my back spread eagle on the dinner table with Azazel still inside of me. I gripped the edge of the table and moaned. He was just as good as I remembered him. No one felt like Azazel. I knew in the back of my mind that I wasn’t supposed to remember yet it was almost as if him touching me again had unlocked part of my mind. As his hips slammed into me over and over and my eyes rolled with pleasure, I remembered every detail.

I remembered Avolire.

I remembered that vampire who’d kidnapped me. I remembered that cold vampire who’d chosen from from the marble cell. I remembered every horrifying moment of him feasting on every inch of my flesh with every part of his body. I remembered thinking nothing would be worse than that and then I’d been delivered to Queen Sweyn. I’d been proven wrong with her cruelness. I remembered praying for death.

Then I remembered Azazel rescuing me.

Sure, he’d manipulated my mind since the moment he kidnapped me from Avolire but I had not felt pain. He’d pleasured me nonstop, nothing had felt so good. Then he’d given me to Liam and the pleasure filled my heart, too. As my body was rocked up and down that table I glanced to the twenty-four basinets full of babies I realized all of this had been a lie. Those babies were his. And they were not human. The women who birthed them were probably dead or already impregnated with another demon offspring.

Then I heard those babies giggle.

Mine. Those babies were mine. And I would kill anyone who harmed them.

“Good girl,” a woman’s voice purred in my ear. “Do you want revenge for what was done to you?”